Marvel One Shots

Running Away (Clint)

Jessica walked out into the training room with sigh, not wanting to be alone, but not wanting to be around when Tony convinced everyone to get drunk, either. She hated alcohol; the taste, the smell, the way people acted under it. Everything. And so she found herself here, with only her thoughts and her sais for company.

She tied her hair back, and turned on the giant speakers that Tony had installed in the room, then got down to work. The grace and agility with which she used the weapons in her hands was something that even the great Black Widow would envy, and something that took a considerable amount of concentration. So much concentration, that it (along with the blaring music) caused her not to hear when a certain archer entered the room, and walked right up behind her. When she reached her hand back, aiming another hit, he caught hold of her wrist.

With instincts and movements as fast as lightning, Jessica swung around and moved to slash her other knife across the stomach of her attacker, but Clint was just as fast. He swung his leg across her ankles, tripping her and sending them both to the ground, as he still had hold of the lean girl's wrist. Jessica landed on the mat, and Clint on top of her, pinning her arms above her head. It was then that she realized who it was.

She fought a blush as he smiled at her charmingly. "Miss Hero."

"Mr. Barton." She countered, smiling back. "What brings you here?"

"Oh nothing, really." This caused Jessica to smirk, unable to battle the teasing streak in her. She dropped the knives on the mat, and forcefully rolled over, so now she was pinning Clint down. "Because I totally believe that." She replied, trying incredibly hard to continue to speak coherent sentences. "Well, if you must know, I really didn't feel like drinking." Pausing, she nodded in acceptance, smiling, then got up to turn the music off. "See, I knew there was a reason." Her dark eyes searched for the right switch, and once she found it, she flicked it off.

"Oh yes, because Whisper knows all." Clint taunted. "Yes, Whisper does know all. Or, at least, more than Hawkeye." She taunted back, the exchange giving her butterflies; it was the closest thing they'd ever gotten to flirting with each other. "Well, then enlighten me, seeing as you know more than me, why do you always move away from me whenever I get close?" Jessica felt her face flush, and she moved to get her water bottle, carefully avoiding the archer's gaze. "I don't know what you're talking about." Clint laughed, warm and inviting; it was the kind of laugh that you could get addicted to... Or at least she thought so. "Come on, you did it just now when we were on the mat!" She shook her head again, her shoulder-length hair falling out of the hair tie as she did so, but she was too preoccupied to do anything about it. You're going to stutter if you speak... Act! She thought, trying to talk herself out of doing anything stupid. So, she took a drink of her water. When she was done, Jessica turned around.

And there he was; right in front of her.

Her breath caught, and though the urge to move away was strong, her paralysis was stronger. Clint moved a callused hand up behind her, and pulled the loose hair tie from her dark brown hair. "Startled?" She could only nod. "Looks like you're not the only silent one around here."

Was it just Jessica, or was Clint now whispering?

"Maybe not, but I'm the most silent." She choked out. The man in front of her nodded. "Silent, but deadly... By the way, I know why you always run away, now." Jessica's eyes widened. "D-Do you, Mr. Barton?" Her failed attempt to be cheeky almost made her cringe. "Yeah, and I wish I would've figured it out a long time ago." Before she had any chance to react, Hawkeye's lips were on hers, one of his hands on the small of her back, another in her hair. Dropping her water bottle onto the ground, Whisper wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed back, never wanting it to end.

Finally they both pulled away, gasping for air. "And why do I always run away, Sir?" Whisper asked, rubbing her thumb along his jawline. "Because my incredible attractiveness is too much for you mere mortal to handle!" He joked. The tall woman scoffed. "Sure, we'll go with that."