Clint In The Gang (Complete story)

Part 7: Ever Kiss Begins With K

Clint had fought with himself for the past few days. Daniel is going to most likely kill him and you. If given the chance, he might kill the both of you himself. As Clint walks through the halls of the base, he reconsiders his last though. He's not going to kill either one of you himself, he'll just get someone else to do it. You had been healing well but were very eager to get back into it. As Clint walks into your room, he finds you messing with paperwork. It's Clint's turn on watch. One of the other men in your group gives him a simple nod before leaving him the seat across the room from your bed for him. He sits there quietly starring. You can feel his eyes burning a hole into you "If you have something to say, spit it out."

He clears his throat before switching to the chair next to your bed. Putting your papers down, you look up to talk  as soon as you realize what he's doing. He gave a small smile before speaking up "Sorry, but do you remember the other day after surgery?" You shake your head slowly "No...what did I do? I told them not to put me on so much medicine!" Clint shakes his head as you start to get up "No...no it wasn't bad. Well to me it wasn't, but maybe to you...well you might have a different opinion." You look at his weird "What did I do?" He rubs the back of his neck out of a nervous habit. He speaks up shyly to you "Well...you kind of...kissed me and then fell asleep. All before making a lengthy conversation of how you're a terrible person. Well it wasn't really a conversation...you did all the talking."

Your face turns bright red from hearing what he just told you. You stare at him in shock "We...?" He gives a small nod "Yeah...kissed." As you process this, there's a long silence, unsure how to react. That's not what a ruthless gang leader is supposed to do to one of their members of their gang. "Was it...good?" You ask out of pure curiosity. I mean you already did it, no harm in asking. He nods as he thinks about it "It wasn't bad. Trust me when I say that." You narrow your eyes as you look at him "Please don't lie to try to boost my self esteem." He immediately shoots his head up before shakes his head quickly "Oh no! You were good!" You nod slowly, still not taking his word. One of many questions starts screaming louder in your head than any other one "Did you enjoy it? Hell, did I enjoy it?"

He gave a small laugh before looking to ground as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck again "Yeah you definitely enjoyed it before crashing. And I...well...yeah. Yeah, I enjoyed it." He moves next to you on the bed. You don't smile, you give a simple small nod before looking back to your papers. You're hiding, it's what you're good at. "Don't do that." Clint raises his voice to you as you go to sign off another paper "What?" You play dumb. It's definitely easier than admitting your feelings. He scoffs as he shakes his head, "What you always do when something emotional happens. You bury it. If anyone close to you can see, you push them away. Or you shut yourself off completely so people won't come in." You drop your pen as you immediately turn to him furious "I do not!"

He shakes his head as he crosses his arms. His body language can definitely tell you many things as he asks "Alright, when was the last time you kissed someone before me?" You go to answer but stop before you even can speak. You ponder on this thought for a second. You actually can't remember the last time you made out with someone. Clint catches on quickly by your quietness "If it was recently, you would have been able to answer quickly." You frustratedly sigh in defeat. He's right, you hate to admit it. With defeat on your mind, you nod "Fine! Yes, I can't remember. That's not a bad thing though." He raises an eyebrow to that "Really? Being a workaholic is a good thing?" You playfully slapped him in the arm "No. I mean yes!"

He looks away as he shakes his head "Well then I guess you're fine without having fun." The child inside your heart starts to speak "What?! No. Definitely not. I'm fun!" He looks back to you "Really? Paperwork and killing people is what you consider a good time?" You push the paper off "Definitely not. It's work and I'm good at it." He starts to get up from the bed "I bet you hate kissing." You scoff "I can't say I can if I don't remember what it felt like." He whips his head back around "Wait...was I your first..." You interrupt loudly "Yes! Ok! Happy?" He starts laughing lightly before almost losing it "How...how old are you?" He laughs out. You start winning "Ok! Shut up! I didn't want anyone to know!"

He sits back on the bed, calming down "Do you want a redo?" You pause. Of course you do. He took your first and you can't remember it, but he's one of your members. You sit there quietly, too quietly for him "Wow, I didn't think this would be such a hard thing to choose." You slap his arm again before shouting at him "Yes! Ok...yes I want to." He smirks as he feels he's won. He moves closer to you, but moving his hand to your neck, lightly brushing up against your skin as his breath fans against your skin. "Are you sure?"

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