Tony: I wasn't that drunk! Stop exaggerating!
Y/N: You opened a pack of tampons and said they looked like mini ghosts, and then tried to 'haunt' me for like 2 hours.
Clint: They do kinda look like ghosts though.
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Y/N: I made a new game!
Clint: Cool, about what?
Y/N: So you know "Where's Waldo?"
Y/N: My game is called, "Where's Wallet?"
Clint: ... I don't wanna play.
Y/N: Check your pockets
Clint: I hate your stupid face.
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No, no, she's got a point...
Y/N: Swans are just female geese right?
Clint: I'll pay you 50 bucks to shut up
Tony: *sleep deprived* SHE MAKES A GOOD POINT CLINT!
Bruce: *also sleep deprived* YEA! GO ON, O GREAT PHILOPSOPHER!
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Papercuts and Ashes.
Y/N: Ouch! Papercut, I'll be right back guys.
Bucky: *Throws Y/N's papers in the fire*
Steve: *Extinguishes the fire*
Tony: *Gathers the ashes*
Thor: *Throws the ashes out the window*
Bruce: *Goes downstairs and gathers the ashes in a garbage bag.*
Clint: *Continuously shoots the bag*
Sam: *Slam dunks the garbage bag in the trashcan*
Loki: *Throws the trashcan in an alternate universe*
Y/N: Hey... where are my papers?
All the boys: They have paid for daring to lay a page on you.
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Cupcake for you!
*Avengers arguing, Clint watching, Enter Y/N*
Y/N: Woaahhhh what's going on here?
Natasha: Y/N, I'd give up all my happiness for you, be mine?
Tony: Y/N, I'd give up Stark industries for you, be mine?
Steve: Y/N, I'd get stuck in the ice another 70 years for you, be mine?
Bruce: Y/N, I'd hulk out, and destroy everything for you, be mine?
Loki: Y/N, I'd take over the world and lay it at your feet for you, be mine?
Thor: Y/N, I'd give up the 9 realms for you, be mine?
Sam: Y/N, I'd give up on life for you, be mine?
Vision: Y/N, I'd take a computer virus for you, be mine?
Wanda: Y/N, I'd defeat millions of ultrons and thanos' for you, be mine?
Pietro: Y/N, I'd take several rounds of bullets again and again for you, be mine?
Peter: Y/N, I'd give up Aunt May, MJ, Ned, Mr Stark and everyone I love for you, be mine?
Y/N: Ummm... you guys... I-
Bucky: *Kisses Y/N* I got you your favorite cupcake baby!
Y/N: *Sighing dreamily* I love you.
Bucky: And I love you!
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the biggest issue with being an ace writing reader-insert fan fic is because i want to read fun buckyxreaderxsteve stuff but it’s invariably all sexy which is just really boring (or occasionally horrifying) and so i sit in my corner and just write what i wish i could read
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Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader
Word Count: 355
Summary: The reader’s friends want to set her up with a renown sharpshooter.
"Are you going to come visit me at the tower?” Natasha asked as she continued bounding up the stairs beside you.
“Whenever you want me to, I’ll be there.” You responded with a grin.
“Besides, there’s someone I want you to meet.” She teased, gently bumping your shoulder with hers.
Rolling your eyes, you opened the door to your apartment.
Natasha and Wanda were staying over at your apartment for a girls night, both of them stating they needed to get away from all the male energy in the tower.
“How is practicing going?” Wanda questioned as her eyes were filled with hope.
“It’s going.” You giggled causing the other two girls to giggle too.
Since a young age you had electrokinesis since you were born. Your father had it too but your mother always made him suppress it while you were growing up. Fury had reached out to you a few months ago, talking you into joining the Avengers. Once you agreed, you had become fast friends with everyone on the team, especially Natasha and Wanda.
Walking into the tower, Wanda linked her arm through yours. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s show you to your room.”
Giggling you and the two girls, walked through the hallways, filling it with your giggles and jokes.
“This is you.” Natasha said excitedly. “Come on Wanda. Let’s give her some time alone to unpack and adjust.”
Wanda sent a pout towards Natasha’s direction.
Entering your room, you began unpacking your bags before falling on your bed staring at the ceiling, letting out a heavy sigh.
After dinner, Natasha insisted she had someone for you to meet. Nervousness raced through your veins.
“Come on, Y/N.” She whined. “He’s nice and sweet. He’s just your type!”
“I have a type?” You questioned dumbfoundly.
She rolled her eyes in response. Dragging you to the living room, she was practically jumping up and down.
Natasha cleared her throat gaining the attention of the attractive man who resided on the couch. Getting up he held out his hand to shake.
“Y/N.” You greeted placing your hand in his.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Clint.”
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Talk to Me
Original request from @scrawlingwithstyle: Here's a request I've been sitting on for a bit. ClintxReader; Clint is deaf and most people rely on his lipreading skills, but Reader knows some ASL from when her family thought her autistic younger sibling would never speak (they became vocal close to seven years old). They have secret conversations across the room, thinking no one else on the team understands. . . . They're wrong. Adjust however you like!
A/N: Okay, it’s taken probably close to a year to actually get around to this, but i kind of breezed through writing it? And it was a whole bunch of fun to finally put down in a document. I didn’t change much about your request, but I definitely added to it, and made it a little romantic? Idk if it’ll come off as romance, it’s kind of goofy (it’s Clint, there needs to be a goof somewhere.) I really hope you like it, though!!
Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong
Word Count: 5.5k
“Are you sure about this, Bruce?” I ask. “Ross let me go as soon as you went AWOL. I haven’t worked with people like this in years.”
“Of course I’m sure! You were the best back in the day.”
“Back in the day,” I laugh. “You make it sound like we’re ancient.”
“We’re not as young as we used to be,” he says. “But that’s the point. You’ll bring some much needed experience to the table.”
“But I’m not a spy and I definitely don’t have any powers.”
“Trust me, (Y/N), superpowers are not all they’re cracked up to be, and both spies have long since ceased their spying activities.” I cock one eyebrow and he laughs. “For the most part.”
“Saying a spy stopped being a spy is like saying you misplaced the hulk.”
“Ah, very true.”
“I’ll do it, though.”
“Well I can’t very well leave you to fend for yourself, now can I? As it stands, I’m already a shitty friend, working together can’t hurt things.”
Bruce grins and grips my shoulder. “I’ll see you Monday, then.”
I roll my eyes, but can’t fight back my smile. “Do I need to pack a bag, or will I be allowed to go home at the end of the day?”
“Not sure yet. Might as well bring a change of clothes and a toothbrush just in case.”
“Alright, then. I’ll see you Monday.”
“I can’t believe you actually pulled it off, Banner,” Stark says. “You wrangled a counselor for the team?”
“What,” I say. “Like it was supposed to be hard?”
Bruce laughs and reaches out to place his hand on my shoulder. “I’ve known (Y/N) for just about as long as I can remember. I’m sure she’ll be a good fit.”
“As long as you can remember, huh?” I look past Captain Rogers and find a sandy haired man. He grins when I meet his eyes. “Just how long?”
I bob my head from side to side. “Somewhere between twenty years and most of our lives.”
He whistles. “Pretty long time, then.”
Bruce clears his throat. “I’m sure (Y/N) wants to see where she’ll be working, so I’ll just show her to her office.”
Everyone in the boardroom waves and Bruce leads me out of the room. As soon as we’re out in the hall I sigh and bow my head, finally able to let my shoulders relax.
“That was a lot.”
Bruce chuckles. “Trust me, it’ll either get worse or stay exactly the same as time goes on, depending on who you’re talking to.”
“The blond guy who spoke up, that’s Hawkeye, right?”
“Clint Barton, yeah.”
“Will I be seeing much of him?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t really know much about the guy. He seems pretty happy-go-lucky and stable most of the time, though.”
“Huh.” I shrug and hitch my bag a little higher on my shoulder. “You never know with some people.”
“True. I’m sure you’ll deal with him at least once more after this. He’s the curious type.”
“I guess I’ll have to look forward to that, then.”
Bruce hummed in agreement and leads me to the elevator bank and takes me down to what will eventually be my office. He gives me a basic rundown of the facilities and shows me which restroom is closest to my office. I ask for a baseline reading on everyone on the team and Bruce rattles off what he’s noticed about the main five.
“Steve will most likely drop by to make small talk, but it may take some time for him to open up in any way that counts. Tony will joke about therapy, but once he warms up to you it’ll be impossible to get him to leave.”
“Oof, that bad?”
“Then I guess I’ll have to enforce appointments with him when he starts to take interest.”
“I doubt you’ll see much of her. She has her ways of working through her issues on her own.”
“Do they involve murder?”
“Don’t know, and I don’t care to.”
“Got it. None of our business. I’ll let her come to me if she needs anything.” I plop down behind my new desk. “What about Thor?”
“Who knows. He shows up when he wants and tends to be a pretty jovial guy.”
“Ah. Is there anyone else outside of the tower I can expect?”
“Wanda, Sam, and Rhodey will be around from time to time. If Steve has his way, Bucky will move in at some point, and Wanda is currently in the process of moving into the tower, so you may see her more after that. I’m not sure how often she’ll drop by. She’s fairly private due to her powers.”
“Energy manipulation, right?”
He nods. “That, and other mind tricks.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“But that just leaves Clint, and we’ve already gone over what you can expect from him.”
“It doesn’t just leave Clint, Bruce.” I fold my hands on the desktop. “I expect to see you in here at least once a week. Ideally twice.”
Bruce scowls. “(Y/N), you know how I feel about that.”
“Yeah, well, I listen to your opinions on that stuff when I’m just your friend. Now I’m your therapist, and you’re going to listen to me because I know what works for you. So I expect you to get your pasty ass in here when you’re scheduled.”
“You’re making appointments for me now?”
“Until I’m sure you’ll come to me on your own, yes.”
He rolls his eyes. “Fine. Send me the schedule. I’ll see you at my appointed time.”
“Wonderful.” I relax my shoulders, letting my professional mask slip. “Thanks for this, Bruce. I mean it.”
“I know you do.” He cracks a smile. “You’re the only person I trust to get to the root of our issues.”
“I appreciate that. I’ll try not to let you down.”
“Believe me, (Y/N), if anyone’s gonna let me down, it’ll be the team.” I laugh and he heads for the door. “I’ll see you later. Good luck with your first day.”
“Thanks, Bruce. I’ll see you later!”
“So, (Y/N),” Tony says, spreading out on the couch across from my chair. “What’s your deal?”
“Yeah, what makes you tick? What motivates you to try and heal the fragile minds of the Avengers?”
“I’d say a decent paycheck is a pretty good motivator, Mr. Stark.”
He seems disappointed with my answer. “Is that it?”
“Well, that, and I want to make sure Bruce is doing alright. He’s struggled with therapy in the past, and I want to make sure he’s getting the kind of help that he needs.”
“I see.” He presses his lips together and folds his arms. “You’re not even curious about the rest of the team?”
“Of course I’m curious, but nothing discussed in this tower will be shared with anyone outside. I take my patients privacy very seriously.”
“You sure you don’t just fear for your life?”
“Living in New York, I fear for my life constantly. That doesn’t mean that I’m worried about getting merced if I get a little loose lipped outside of work.” I sigh and lean back in my chair. “That being said, I won’t be sharing your confidential information with anyone you haven’t specifically given authorized access to your records.”
“Yeah. It’s almost like I’m a professional, right?”
He smiles. “I’m really starting to like you, (Y/N).”
“Then I guess I have a lot more of this to look forward to, then, don’t I?”
I laughs and hauls himself up from the couch. “We’ll see.”
I make a note of his response in my open document. “Sounds like a tentative yes to me, Mr. Stark, and I’ll be here so long as you deem my services necessary.”
He nods and exits my office. He leaves the door open.
“How are you liking it here so far, (Y/N)?”
“It’s been quiet, Captain Rogers. It’s a bit like pulling teeth trying to get anyone to make use of their resources.”
“I guess it would be. We’re a relatively private bunch.” He pauses a moment. “And, please, call me Steve.”
“Right, Steve. Is there anything that I can do for you today?” I ask. “It’s entirely alright if you just want to make small talk.”
“Oh, well, uh…” He awkwardly clears his throat and shifts uncomfortably on the couch. “I guess I just wanted to get a lay of the land.”
“I understand.” I glance around my office. “I should probably bring in some art and plants. Make it a little less sterile in here.”
Steve laughs. “That might help.”
I smile. “Maybe an area rug?”
He shrugs. “Whatever you think would be best.”
“I appreciate the creative freedom.” I close my laptop, set it to the side, and settle back in my chair. “Is there something on your mind, Steve?”
“No,” he says quickly. He immediately looks conflicted. “I… well, kind of.”
“Feel free to speak. Nothing you say will leave this office.”
“You hardly know me.”
I shrug. “I know how stressful this environment can be. And, while your team is very good at what they do, they’re also the ones who are causing your stress.”
“I don’t know if I’d say that.” I watch him chew the inside of his cheek. “I guess I’m just concerned that things might not get better, even when Bucky’s moved in.”
“I don’t know. I’m worried that it might not be a good fit for him, or that the team won’t accept him, or that he might not even want to be around me.”
“Those are all valid concerns. Have you mentioned any of this to him?”
“God no. I don’t want to stress him out more than I already have with all of this moving business.”
“I might suggest bringing it up. He might be having similar worries himself, and, as helpful as it is to work towards what’s troubling you with me, I won’t be able to settle your nerves.”
“Maybe you’re right…”
“If nothing else, it might open up a new line of communication between the two of you, which couldn’t hurt.”
Steve stays for another hour, just talking. When he leaves, he asks if I want the door open or closed. I don’t give him a definite answer and he leaves it open, just a crack. I laugh and start on his profile.
Someone knocks on my door and I glance up from my paperwork to see Clint standing in the doorway.
“Mr. Barton,” I say. “I was wondering when I might see you.”
He shrugs. “Here I am.”
“After two weeks, I was starting to think you were avoiding me.”
“If I was?”
“Then it’s none of my business.”
The corner of his mouth lifts in a smile. “I like that answer.”
I rise from my desk and gesture to the couch. He raises his eyebrows, but takes a seat anyway. I sit across from him and watch as he tries to decide just how he should sit. In the end, he leans heavily on his knees. Nothing about him is relaxed.
“I’m starting to think Bruce was wrong about you.”
“What’d the green bean tell you about me?”
“Nothing concrete,” I answer. “He just mentioned that you seem to have a positive outlook on things most of the time.”
He snorts. “Great.”
“Mmm, I see. It’s a facade, then?”
He frowns and presses a finger to his right ear. “Could you say that again?”
“I said, it’s a facade, then?”
I nod. “Interesting.”
He barks out a laugh. “Yeah, interesting.”
I watch him look around the room, examining the art on the walls and the stacks of paper on my desk. When he turns his head to the left, I notice his purple earpiece and something suddenly clicks. He tilts his head to the side when he sees me staring.
“Would it be easier if we signed?” I ask, signing along as I speak.
He looks surprised. “You sign?”
I laugh. “Yes. My little brother is on the Autism spectrum. When he was a kid, he was almost entirely nonverbal. Mom taught him sign, and the rest of the family learned along with him.”
“That must’ve been really nice for him.”
“It was nice to be able to communicate with him when he couldn’t vocalize what he wanted to say. He eventually started speaking when he was about seven, though.”
“And you still held onto the signing skills?”
“Of course! It’s not like he just, bam, started talking. It was a long process, and he still has nonverbal days sometimes.” Clint starts to actually smile and it warms my heart. “It’s come in handy in my particular line of work too. Deaf and hard of hearing folks need counsellors and therapists too.”
“Which brings the topic of conversation back to me.” He shakes his head and leans back against the couch and signs, “You’re a tricky one, (Y/N).”
“I’m not tricky!”
“I’m accommodating.” I speak again, but continue to sign along. “You don’t have to tell me everything, or anything, really. But I’m here to help, if you need me.”
“Of course, Clint. Any time.”
“Seems like you and Clint are getting close,” Bruce says.
“I don’t know what you mean, man.”
“He’s in here all the time, (Y/N). There’s no way Barton needs therapy five times a week.”
“It’s not always about therapy, Bruce. I strive to make my office a safe space where everyone knows that they can speak freely. He knows that he can come here and chill out without worrying about the rest of the team.”
“Barton doesn’t really worry about anything, though.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.”
Bruce stares at me, eyes narrowed, and snaps his fingers. "You like him."
I roll my eyes. "I do not like him, Bruce. And you're not even here to talk about Clint, you're here to work on yourself and managing your stress levels."
He rolls his eyes. "I'm sure there's something we could talk about aside from me."
I sigh and hold my head in my hands. "I've been here for two months. I haven't been around long enough to form anything more than tentative relationships with the rest of the team. I'm more concerned about whether or not they can open up to me than I am with my love life."
“Right,” Bruce clears his throat.
“Thank you.” He looks thoroughly ashamed and I have to laugh. “I appreciate the interest, but it’s just not something that you need to worry about.”
“No, I understand.” He smiles and shrugs. “I guess I just miss having that easy rapport with you.”
“I mean, we still have that, Bruce. It’s just not something that I want to talk about in the workplace. It’s one thing to shoot the shit over lunch on a Saturday, it’s another to discuss my patients with another patient, all of whom are my coworkers.”
“I didn’t think about it like that.”
I smile. “It’s fine. Did you want to pick up where we left off on Tuesday?”
“Yeah, sounds good.”
I’m startled by the woman in the doorway. “Ms. Romanoff?”
She shakes her head and steps into my office. “As long as you’re not a government official, it’s just Natasha.”
“Ah, right.” I sit a little straighter in my chair. “What can I do for you, Natasha?”
“Clint’s said you’ve helped him a lot.”
“I don’t know about that. We just talk. He does all the helping.”
“I figured you’d say that.” She moves quickly across the room and takes a seat on the couch. “I’d like to talk to you, if you have the time.”
“Oh.” I scramble up from my desk to sit across from her. “What about?”
“I need help working through a recent case.”
“Are you sure I’m qualified for that?”
“Well, you said Clint does all the helping. Maybe what I need is a sounding board.”
“Fair enough. Where are you caught up?”
Natasha rattles off the details of a recent mission. I do my best to follow her, but she loses me when she starts explaining the intricacies of a piece of Hydra technology they discovered. Eventually, she perks up, almost looking like she wants to jump up from her seat and run from the room.
“I think I’ve got it.”
She calmly gets to her feet and walks to the door. “Thank you, (Y/N).”
I shake my head. “It was my pleasure.”
“Even so, you helped me.” She flashes me an unexpected smile. “I appreciate that.”
“It’s not a problem, Natasha. I hope that we can speak again at some point.”
She nods and heads for the door. “I’ll see you around.”
In the hall I hear, “Oh, hey, Nat.” and Clint pokes his head in soon after.
I smile. “Hey.”
“Hey.” He leans in the doorway and folds his arms. “What’d Nat dump on you?”
“Doctor patient confidentiality, Barton,” I say. “I can’t tell you.”
His arms fall to his side and he dramatically slumps into the room. “I thought you trusted me!”
I laugh. “I do trust you, Clint. But it’s not my information to give.” He drapes himself across the couch and grins at the sight of me fighting back my smile. “If it were, Bruce would have full access to what we talk about in our sessions.”
“That’s private information, (Y/N)!” He laughs. “I see your point.”
“Did you want to grab lunch later? That weird little cafe down the street started serving some kind of coffee burger.”
“Ugh, and you want to eat that?”
“(Y/N), it’s a coffee burger.”
“With all the heinous shit you put in your body, it’s a wonder you’re still alive.”
“If you think I’m bad, you should meet my dog.”
“Is that an offer?”
“Maybe.” He shrugs. “Guess you’ll have to stick around long enough to find out.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s been four months, Clint. If I haven’t run for the hills yet, I’m pretty sure it’s not gonna happen for a while yet.”
Something twinkles in his eyes. “That’s good to hear. I was worried I might scare you off.”
“If anyone were to scare me off, it’d be Tony.” I shake my head. “That man is a handful.”
“What happened to patient confidentiality?”
“Since when is Tony being a handful a secret?” He laughs and I relax in my seat. “But, yeah, I’ll get lunch with you.”
“Someone has to make sure you don’t keel over from physically eating coffee.”
“Oh come on! It’s not like they solidified the coffee and stuck it on a bun!”
“How do you know they didn’t? Maybe they turned the coffee into jello, passed it through a meat grinder, and threw it on a griddle.”
His face scrunches up in disgust. “Ugh, that’d just be burnt coffee.”
“I’ve watched you drink an entire pot of burnt coffee.”
“Desperate times, (Y/N). They call for desperate measures.”
I sigh and shake my head. ”I guess it’s fine, so long as you’re not addicted to caffeine pills.”
“Those don’t do anything for me.”
He laughs, hauls himself up from the couch, and offers me a hand. “Shall we?”
“Shall we what?”
“Head out for lunch.”
“Now? I thought you said later.”
“It’s been like five minutes. It’s later now.”
I laugh. “I can’t just go now. I have an appointment with Steve in twenty minutes. We can leave after that.”
He pouts. “Fine.”
“Don’t give me that look, Clint!”
He sighs and trudges towards the door. “I guess I’ll just have to make a reservation for one thirty.”
“That’d be great.”
He flashes a brilliant smile before disappearing out into the hall. I shake my head and move back to my desk.
“That man is gonna get me in trouble.”
“I thought you said you weren’t involved with Clint?”
“I’m not, Bruce.”
“Then what’s this?” He places his phone on my keyboard.
I pick up the phone and find an article titled “Hawkeye’s New Flame, or Just a Fling?” pulled up. A picture of Clint and I at lunch the other day sits just below a paragraph speculating who I could be. I snort and hand him his phone.
“Clint and I went to lunch. That’s all.” I sit back and fold my arms. “What’s the problem, Bruce?”
“I don’t want you getting dragged into some kind of media storm because you work with us.”
“It’s one article!”
“There’s at least four more like it that I’ve seen.”
“I’m not worried about it, Bruce. Clint just went out for lunch and some pap caught us talking. That’s it. There’s nothing more to it, but I can’t stop people from talking.”
“You shouldn’t have to deal with it.”
“No one should have to deal with anyone plastering their personal life all over the internet, but you know what? I’d rather get caught out in public with Clint than Tony.” I laugh. “Can you imagine the shitstorm that’d kick up if that happened?”
Bruce tries not to laugh. “I guess you’re right.”
“It was bound to get out that the Avengers brought in a counsellor at some point. It’s better that it’s like this instead of some media outlet picking up a rumor and deciding that you’re all unstable.”
“I’m not saying you’re the most sane bunch, but that’s no one’s business but yours. Regardless, don’t worry about this. It’ll be fine.”
“Alright.” He pockets his phone. “You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”
“Of course I would, Bruce. If something comes up, I’ll let you know.”
I sit on the floor of the gym and lift the collar of my shirt to wipe the sweat from my face.
Clint plops down on the floor beside me and tips his head to the side.
“Definitely didn’t expect to find you in here,” he says.
“What, I can’t work out?” I groan and lay back. “Ugh.”
“No. I knew I should’ve just stuck to the treadmill.”
“What’d you do to yourself?”
He laughs. “Why did you do that?”
“I don’t know. Is wanting to be able to lift a very large dog a good reason?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s a bad reason.” He lays beside me and props himself up on his elbow. “I could help you, if you want.”
“I don’t know how I feel about being all sweaty gross around you.”
He pokes my stomach and I laugh and shift away. “I don’t know, (Y/N), sweaty’s the new sexy.”
“Aw, that’s sweet.” I laugh and scrunch my nose. “Also kind of gross.”
“Sweet and kind of gross, I think you’ve pretty much summed me up perfectly.” I laugh so hard that I snort and he grins. “So, do you want help working out?”
I press my fist to my mouth to quiet my giggling. “If you’re willing to, I really would appreciate it.”
“Then it’s a done deal.” I thank him and his smile softens. “Sorry about those articles last week, by the way.”
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
“I should’ve warned you, at least. I’m used to it, but you didn’t sign up for pap shots and gossip columns when you took this job.”
I scowl. “Honestly, Clint. If you’re not gonna read my lips, read my hands. It’s totally fine. I don’t care. I had a nice time at lunch. A few dumb articles won’t change that.”
“You mean that?”
“Well, yeah. I like spending time with you outside of all of this,” I say, gesturing to the tower in general. “With, y’know, no expectations of maintaining all of the professional bullshit.”
“Pretty sure you’re the most professional one here.”
“Thanks, I’m glad that comes across in the day to day, but do you understand what I’m saying? Like I genuinely do not care about what a shitty news outlet says. At the end of the day, the only opinions that matter are ours.” I sigh and settle on the floor. “Sorry.”
“Sounds like we’re not the only ones who need therapy.”
I hum. “Maybe I do.”
“No shame in it.”
I smile at him. “I know.” I sit up and get to my feet. “It’s getting late, I should head out.”
“You’re in tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll be around till noon. I’ve got a wedding later in the day.”
“Not yours, right?”
I laugh. “No, definitely not mine.”
“Cool,” He smiles up at me. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Since when do we have staff meetings?” Clint asks.
“Since we brought on a counselor,” Tony says.
I frown. “I’ve been here six months and I’ve never been to any kind of meeting.”
“I’m going to ignore the fact that you brought that up and just keep moving with the meeting.”
I snort and shoot Clint a look. He laughs and signs for me to stop. I wave him off and turn my attention back to the head of the table.
Tony rambles on for about half an hour before Steve cuts in and the two of them start going back and forth. They bicker for twenty minutes before Thor swans in, greeting everyone with his bright, booming voice. I was stuck in my office the last time he was on Earth, so our paths never had a chance to cross. Steve takes a moment to introduce the two of us and Thor vigorously shakes my hand, unintentionally jostling me around the whole time. He takes his seat on the other side of Bruce and the conversation picks up again.
I catch Clint’s eye twitching in my peripheral when Thor speaks a little too loudly. I gesture to get his attention and he raises his eyebrows when he meets my eyes.
“You good?” I sign.
He nods. “Can’t pay attention to save my life in these meetings.”
“I’ve never known anyone to compliment your attention span.”
He mouths, “Oh, ha ha,” and I laugh.
“You’re mean, (Y/N).”
“And here I thought you liked me.”
“Never said I didn’t.” He grins. “The way things are going, I’d say you’re probably just my type.”
I shake my head and hide my smile behind my hand. “Stop.”
“Aw, you're cute when you're embarrassed." I flip him off and he laughs. “That's a compliment!"
I snort. “Pay attention, Clint.”
We manage to make it through another hour and, by that time, someone has turned off the lights and started giving a presentation. I fold my arms on the table and rest my chin on top and beg myself to stay awake through this meeting. I’m sure it’ll only be a little while longer.
Clint’s hand creeps into my line of sight and he taps the table to get my attention. I shoot him a quizzical look and he lifts his eyebrows.
“You still with us?” he signs.
“It’s going longer than I thought it would.”
“I’m honestly about to fall asleep.”
“Aw, (Y/N), no.”
“This is how I go out. Avenge me, Clint.”
“It’s your job. You have to.”
“But who will help me through the trauma?”
I cover my mouth to muffle my laughter. “I’d be dead, that’s none of my concern.”
He shakes his head. “And you call yourself my friend.”
Natasha clears her throat, startling me away from the conversation. I try to pay attention to the presentation, but I just can't wrap my head around what they're talking about and Clint easily distracts me again.
Surprised, I sign, "Shoot."
"Would you want to go out with me?"
My brain stops working for a second. "Wait, what?"
"I said, will you go out with me?"
My heart hammers in my chest. "Like as friends, or on a date?"
He sighs. "We've been hanging out as friends for months now. I'm asking you on a date, stupid."
My face heats and I sit back in my seat. “Oh.”
He laughs. “Did I break you?”
“A little.” I frown.
“Just say yes!”
Startled, I glance up the table, only to find Natasha glaring at Clint and I. Everyone is looking at us and I suddenly want to disappear.
“What’s the problem?” Steve asks.
“I’m sick of watching the two of them flirt with each other,” Natasha says. “You’ve been mooning over each other for months. Just say yes and be done with it.”
“Nat, they haven’t said a single thing since the beginning of the meeting.”
“They’ve been signing at each other the entire meeting.” She looks directly at me and signs, “I see everything.”
“Just say yes.” She looks very pointedly between Clint and I. “You’d be good together.”
“I thought you said you didn’t like him!” Bruce says.
“That was months ago, Bruce. Things change.”
“Don’t be hard on her,” Natasha says. “Clint’s an acquired taste.”
“I’m just gonna, um…” I gesture to the door. “I’m just gonna go.”
I see Tony and Steve nod and I shove my chair back from the table and make my escape. The door shuts behind me, and I’m free. I sigh, relieved to be free of the weight of everyone’s eyes on me, only for the embarrassment of having my crush exposed to my coworkers to settle deep in my stomach.
I press my fingertips to my temples and walk down the hallway. “I knew he was gonna get me in trouble.”
I make the decision to just go back to my office. Maybe I can at least get some work done or, at the very least calm down. I turn as the elevator doors close and catch a glimpse of the conference door opening at the end of the hall. I shift slightly so that it’s not in my line of sight.
The elevator ride feels like it’s too long and I immediately flop down on my couch as soon as I’m in my office. I can't get comfortable and shift around until I'm upside down with my legs over the back of the conch, staring at the ceiling. I press the heels of my hands over my eyes and groan out of frustration.
“I left without even answering him,” I mutter.
The door suddenly opens and I freeze, pulling my hands away from my face, waiting for whoever it is to announce themselves.
"Clint?" I try to sit up and smack my head on the edge of the coffee table. "Shit."
"Are you okay?" he asks.
I rub my forehead and sit up a little more carefully. "I'll live."
He takes a seat on the coffee table and watches intently as I sit upright on the couch and face him. He reaches out and gently touches my forehead, only to jerk his hand back when I wince.
"Don't, it's fine."
"Okay." He sighs softly and shuffles awkwardly on the table. He stills when I touch his knee and takes my hand in his. "I'm sorry about the meeting. I shouldn't have put you on the spot like that."
"Honestly, Clint, you don't need to apologize," I murmur. "I got flustered and then embarrassed when everyone else got involved."
"I know. I probably like pushing your buttons a little too much."
"That's not it."
"But I do push your buttons."
"Yeah, but only 'cause I let you." He smiles and I squeeze his hand. "But I'm a deeply private person. To have Natasha butt in like that, no matter the good she meant by it, really set me on edge."
"I had no idea."
"I don't feel like I have to keep everything close to my chest when I’m with you. You tease me, but it’s never from a place of malice and you know me well enough that you never take it too far.”
“I mean, you give as good as you get.” He doesn’t meet my eyes as he runs his thumb over my knuckles. “But still. I should’ve just asked in private, but you know me.”
“Yeah. You’re sweet, but kind of stupid sometimes. More than a little impulsive. And way too fond of coffee.”
“Aw, I thought that was endearing!” He smiles when I laugh. “The invitation still stands, but you don’t have to say yes.”
“What’re you talking about?” He meets my eyes and I shake my head. “I’m not about to turn you down. You haven’t introduced me to your dog yet.”
“Oh, I get it, you only want me for Lucky.”
He shakes his head and kneels on the floor in front of me. “Shoulda known.”
“I know, I’m pure evil.” He grins and takes my face in his hands. “I should be fired, right?”
“Without a doubt.”
I hum softly and lean forward to bump my nose against his. After a moment’s hesitation, Clint closes the distance between us and gently kisses me. I place one hand on his forearm and tilt my head to the side to kiss him back. He smiles against my lips and pulls away, his eyes flitting over my face.
“So… about that dog.”
I have no idea what would happen to them after that, but I’d like to think they’re having a great time, petting dogs and continuing to mess with each other, all whilst falling in love.
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Ooooo. A BuckyxReader Biker AU or even a Vampire AU. And you know what, those two work for a ClintxReader too!
Ooo now theres and idea! Vampire!Clint... and Biker!Clint..... Yikes, the plot bunnies are invading!!!
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Sister Winter (11/??)
Summary: Keeping secrets only hurts those closest to you, but sometimes the blunt truth hurts more than you’d ever imagine. What happens when you can’t differentiate between the two?
A/N: Hello, we return to this fic with More Characters Than Before and even more drama! Things are really getting started with everyone starting to show up lmao. Hope you guys enjoy this new chapter!
Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: Canon typical violence
I startle when I catch Fury out of the corner of my eye. I shiver and shove my hands into my pockets.
I turn my head slightly and nod to him in acknowledgment. “Director.”
“I’m surprised you’re not out there waiting for them,” Fury says. “You look like you’re ready to jump outta your skin.”
“I’ve only spoken with Natasha very briefly and read about the others.” I pause, my brows furrowing. “And I…”
“You’re worried about the whole blue thing.”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Why haven’t you gone back to your little magic trick yet?”
“Clint already knows and accepts me as I am. Now that you know too, there’s no point in using a disguise.”
"Hm." He folds his arms. "You should go out to meet them anyway. We're taking off as soon as the Captain shows up. We don't need to lose any new recruits before we get a chance to debrief them."
“I’ll go now.”
“Oh, (Y/N),” he says.
“Would you mind doin’ your little magic trick when the Captain arrives?” he asks. “It’ll help me win a bet.”
The corner of my mouth quirks up into a small smile. “Is that all I’m useful for, Director?”
He snorts. “No, but it sure as hell is handy.”
I chuckle. “I suppose that’s better than nothing.”
"You'll need this," he says. I hold out my hand and he drops an earpiece into it. "We'll keep in contact from up here."
"Of course." I position the earpiece and turn it on.
He jerks his chin at me. “Get going. Agent Romanoff should be preparing to land.”
I nod once. "Yes, sir."
"That's her quin, right there." An agent points to the incoming aircraft. "She should be the first one down the ramp."
I nod and shield my eyes against the sun, watching as the quinjet descends. My hair whips around in the wind kicked up by the jet, and I try to keep it out of my eyes as best I can as I move closer.
The ramp lowers and a woman with a shock of red hair appears and immediately walks towards me. She stops short and tilts her head to the side.
I nod. “Natasha?”
“Yes,” she says. “You’re more… blue than I expected.”
I laugh. “I don’t have to be blue, but it’s just my natural state.”
“Does Clint know?”
“Yes. He actually prefers me like this, believe it or not.”
The corner of her mouth twitches up in an almost smile. “I do, actually. He’s got a knack for pushing people to be themselves.”
“Yes,” I say. “He certainly does.”
She looks me over, silently regarding me. I try not to shrink under her gaze, but she's far more intense than anything Clint told me could've prepared me for.
"You look like you could use a hug," she finally says.
"You look like hell. Like you need some comfort." She glances around and takes a step closer. "I'm going to assume that Clint was the only person you're close enough to to go to for emotional or physical comfort."
"I don't know if I like how exposed I feel right now," I joke.
She shakes her head. "I'm not trying to expose you. I just want to suss out what's going through your head. Understand you better."
Slightly confused, I say, “I appreciate that.”
My earpiece crackles to life and I press my finger to my ear. “Coulson’s headed in. Wheels down in five.”
“What is it?”
“We’ve got about five minutes before Coulson lands.” I glance behind her. “I suppose meeting the Doctor will have to wait.”
“He’s just a bit timid.”
“I understand. I hope he’ll be fine on the helicarrier.” I fold my arms. “I mean, Fury’s taken precautions, but that doesn’t mean that he’ll be any more comfortable.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” she says. She places her hand on my arm. “How are you holding up?”
“You asked me that yesterday.”
“And answers change.” Her eyes bore into mine. “How are you actually?”
I take a deep breath and slowly let it out. “I’m worried. I don’t know what Loki’s doing. I don’t know what he’s doing with Clint and Selvig. I don’t know if Clint’s even still in there.”
“You care about him a lot.”
“Yes. I don’t know what I’ll do if we can’t get him back.” I place my hand on her shoulder. “How are you, though, Natasha?”
She sighs. “I’ll be better once we fix this. That’s all I’ll say.”
I nod and manage a small smile. “Fair enough.” I press my lips together. “Do you want a hug?”
She glances around before she leans in, tightly gripping my arm, and whispers, “If anyone sees or hears about this, I will kill you.”
I bite back my laughter. “That’d be harder than you’d expect, but okay.”
She rolls her eyes, but I catch her mouth turning up into a small as she wraps her arms around my shoulders. I circle my arms around her middle and hug her just as tightly as he hugs me. She sighs against my shoulder and pushes me away abruptly.
“That’s enough,” she says.
Wind whips up around us and I glance up to find the quinjet we were waiting on preparing to land. When I look back at Natasha, she won’t meet my eyes. “Thank you.”
She shakes her head. “Don’t mention it.”
I roll my neck and set my enchantments in place. The cerulean takes on a more natural, human color. I sigh and smooth my hands over my hair.
“Showtime,” I mutter. I catch Natasha staring. “What? Are my eyes still red?”
“No, Definitely not.” She scowls. She gestures to my body and asks, “How?”
She shakes her head and walks towards the quinjet. “I don’t even want to know.”
I shrug and follow after her. “She’ll get curious eventually.”
“We’ll introduce the Captain to Doctor Banner once we talk to Coulson. Fury contacted me earlier, said they needed him inside asap.”
As we approach, the ramp lowers revealing Agent Coulson with a tall, blond man at his side. He nods to both of us and introduces Natasha before he looks at me, confused.
“I thought you weren’t doing the whole-” he wiggles his fingers at me. “-thing anymore.”
“I thought this would be less jarring for people who I’ve never met before,” I explain. “Would you prefer that I stop?”
“Yes,” Natasha and Phil say in unison.
The Captain looks confused, but his confusion quickly gives way to shock as I allow the enchantments to slip away.
“You’re blue,” Rogers says without thinking.
Natasha cuts in, saying, “Coulson, they need you on the bridge. They’re starting the face trace.”
Phil nods. “I’ll see you there.”
He slips between Natasha and Rogers and quickly makes his way across the landing strip. I watch him go and turn slightly towards Natasha.
“I’ll go with him,” I say softly.
“Why?” she asks.
“I’m not sure I’m the kind of welcoming party Doctor Banner is expecting. It’d be better if he had some warning.”
She nods. “Probably safer that way.”
“As soon as you’ve got Banner, you should get inside. We’re taking off in a couple minutes.”
I look back at the Captain and offer him a smile. “It was nice meeting you, Captain. I’ll see the three of you inside.”
He nods hesitantly and I head back to the bridge. I heave a sigh of relief as soon as I’m back inside. I take my place just behind Fury on the bridge and wait for instruction.
“How’d it go?” Fury asks.
I shake my head. “He was a little shocked.”
“A little?” He raises an eyebrow. “That all?”
“I’ve barely met the man. I don’t know him well enough to predict what he’s thinking about.”
He tuts and takes his head. “I’m sure everything went fine.”
I roll my eyes. Coulson hands me a tablet and points out specific camera feeds. I take the tablet and examine them more closely.
“You’ve spotted Loki?” I ask.
“We think so, but his appearance changes each time. I figure you’d be the best person to spot anything recognizable.”
I nod. “I’ll do my best.” I tuck the tablet against my chest. “Any word on Clint?”
“Nothing new. Agent Romanoff will be working with the surveillance team to track him down.” He pats my shoulder. “We’ll get him back, don’t worry.”
“I know we will. I’m more worried about what he’s being forced to do. Loki will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. He doesn’t care who he endangers along the way.”
“I can only hope we’ll be able to stop him before he gets too far.”
“I know.” I glance up momentarily and catch Captain Rogers handing Fury a ten-dollar bill. I laugh. “Guess Fury’s little prank worked.”
”He said something about making a bet. Asked me to skew the odds in his favor.”
Coulson smiles. “Sounds like something he’d do.”
Fury speaks with Doctor Banner. Banner asks something about the search for the tesseract and Fury gestures for a status update.
“We’re sweeping every wirelessly accessible camera on the planet,” Coulson says. “Cell phones, laptops… if it’s connected to a satellite, it’s eyes and ears for us.”
“Still not gonna find him in time,” Natasha says.
Banner takes in everything they say. “You have to narrow your field. How many spectrometers do you have access to?”
“How many are there?” Fury asks.
“Call every lab you know. Tell ‘em to put the spectrometers on the roof and calibrate them for gamma rays.” Banner takes his jacket off and rolls his sleeves up. “I’ll rough out a tracking algorithm, basic cluster recognition. At least we could rule out a few places.” He glances around. “Do you have somewhere for me to work?”
“Agent Romanoff,” Fury gestures to Doctor banner. “Could you show Doctor Banner to his laboratory, please?”
Natasha rises from the monitor she’s squatting in front of and walks up to Banner. “You’re gonna love it, Doc,” she says. “We got all the toys.”
It takes several hours to even get an approximate match for Loki on any camera. At the smallest glimpse of his hair, I clasp Agent Sitwell’s shoulder.
“There,” I point at the monitor. “That one.”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
The monitor beside him chimes, notifying us of a match. It’s the same feed as I had indicated a moment ago.
“Sixty-seven percent,” I shake my head. “It’s absolutely him.”
Sitwell turns and lets Phil know. “We got a hit.”
“Wait,” I smack his arm. “Check again.”
“You’re right.” He shakes his head. “Crossmatch, seventy-nine percent. It has to be him.”
Coulson appears beside me. “Location?”
“Stuttgart, Germany. Twenty-eight Konigstrasse.” He pulls up several images. “He’s not exactly hiding.”
“He wants us to find him,” I say.
“Captain,” Fury says. “You’re up.”
Captain Rogers nods and follows Coulson down the hall. I move across the floor to speak with him.
“I want to go with them,” I say.
“You seriously won’t allow me to bring my own brother in?”
“Yes. Seriously. You don’t need to be in the line of fire.”
I narrow my eyes. “I’ll stay in the jet with Natasha. I won’t be in the line of fire.”
“You’ll stay in the jet?”
He scowls. “Fine. You can go with them.”
“But you stay away from that spear,” he says. “I don’t need to lose another agent to your psychopath twin.”
“He won’t get to me.” I pause. “Did you just call me an agent?”
“You better go find Agent Romanoff. Don’t want her to leave without you.”
I nod leave the bridge. I run into Natasha along the way and follow her out to the jet. Captain Rogers is hot on our heels, dressed in a vibrant blue, red, and white suit. Coulson said something about having a hand in the Captain’s new uniform and I hadn’t put much thought into it until now. The colors are a bit nauseating.
Captain Rogers settles into the seat across from me in the jet and we lapse into an uncomfortable silence as Natasha and another agent take the controls.
“So,” Rogers says. “What’s your connection to all of this?”
“Loki is my brother.”
“Yes. My twin, actually.”
“Not blue?” He nods. “Very astute. I’m sure you’ll notice that we’re not identical twins either.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway. He’s controlling the people I care about. I want to stop him and take him home to face judgment.”
“Where is home?”
“Asgard.” His eyes widen. “I’m sure it’s clear that I’m not exactly from Earth, Captain.”
“Call me Steve,” he says.
“Alright.” I pause. “I’m (Y/N), by the way. We were never formally introduced.”
He shoots me a small smile. “I look forward to working with you.”
I nod and he doesn’t say anything else. I cross my arms, put my head back, and doze until we reach our destination. I wake when Natasha says we’ve arrived and I move to join her near the cockpit.
“Looks like he’s giving a speech,” she says.
I shake my head. “Of course he is. He really seems to enjoy the sound of his own voice these days.”
“What’s the plan?” Steve asks.
“Don’t let him get to you,” I say. “He’s persuasive and he’ll distract you if he can. If he can distract you, you’re in trouble.”
“He’ll fight dirty. Protect your stomach and your legs.”
“How dirty are we talking?”
“He has an affinity for knives.”
Natasha lowers the ramp. “Remember to have fun,” she says.
I move up to the cockpit with Natasha as Steve drops down into the middle of the crowd and deflects a blast from Loki. Natasha lowers the quinjets weapons system and points it directly at my brother.
“Loki, drop the weapon and stand down,” she commands.
I shake my head and sit back and watch as a fight between Steve and Loki breaks out. Natasha mutters something about not being able to get a good shot when someone overrides the communications system.
“Agent Romanoff,” they say. “You miss me?”
Music blares through the loudspeaker and she shook her head. A figure in a suit of armor swoops in and easily lays Loki out with one blast.
“So this is Stark?” I ask.
“The one and only,” Natasha mutters.
“Huh,” I watch as Loki surrenders and Stark lowers his heavily armed hands. “Impressive.”
“That’s one way to describe him.”
We land briefly and I help the agent on board restrain Loki and bundle him onto the quinjet. Steve and Stark join us on the jet.
“You’re a traitor,” Loki hisses.
“Rather bold, aren’t we, sister?”
“I’m not doing this with you, Loki.” I tighten the straps around his shoulders. “I have no energy to humor you anymore.”
“Oh, (Y/N), you wound me.” He grins manically and I push his face away as I stand and join Stark and Rogers near the cockpit.
“I don’t like it,” Steve says.
“What?” Stark asks. “Rock of Ages giving up so easily?”
“I don’t remember it being that easy,” Steve mutters.
“No,” I interject. “He was going easy on you.”
“And you know this… how?” Stark asks.
“He’s my brother.”
“But you’re blue.”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, I’m blue, he’s pale as fresh snow. Am I seriously going to have this conversation with every newcomer?”
Steve shakes his head. “Still, this guy packs a wallop.”
I take a seat across from Loki and tune out their bickering. A crash of thunder startles me out of my thoughts. When a lightning flash lights up the quinjet Loki and I look at each other with wide eyes.
“What’s the matter?” Steve asks. “Scared of a little lightning.”
“It’s not the lightning that scares him,” I say, careful to keep my voice steady.
Loki squints at me. “I’m not overly fond of what follows.”
Something lands on the jet, shaking all of us around. Stark immediately puts on his helmet and lowers the ramp, much to Rogers’ protests. I jump up when Thor lands in the jet. He doesn’t see me. Instead, he knocks Stark back just as he’s about to fire at him and grabs Loki out of his seat by the neck. Before I can say anything, they’re gone. I look around at everyone in the jet and Stark is already on his way out to follow Thor. Steve moves to grab a parachute and I just shake my head.
“I’d sit this one out, Cap,” Natasha calls.
“I don’t see how I can,” he says.
“These guys come from legend. They’re basically gods.”
“She’s right,” I add. “You don’t know their power, and you nearly got your ass handed to you by Loki. I don’t think you can manage both of my brothers at once.”
“Both brothers?” Steve asks.
“Yes, both brothers.”
“Great,” he mutters. “This is just wonderful.”
“If you’re determined to go-” I sigh and grab a parachute. “Then I’m going with you. I’m at least strong enough to hold one or both of them back.”
“Be careful, (Y/N),” Natasha says. “You know how dangerous they are.”
“I will. Tell Fury to hide Jane Foster. If Thor’s here, Loki’s people may try to hurt her to get to him.”
“Will do. You two get down there and stop them.”
I look to Steve and he nods before jumping out of the quinjet. I follow his lead and we freefall for a while before deploying our chutes and gliding down over the treetops. We follow the trail of felled trees and sparks down to find Thor and Stark fighting one another. I yank my chute from my shoulders as soon as my feet hit the ground and move through several broken off trees to get to Thor, but I’m too late.
Steve has already engaged him, telling him to put his hammer down. Thor refuses and takes a swing at Stark, swinging him back through several trees.
I shake my head and step between Thor and Steve. “Stop.”
Thor looks between me and Steve, unsure of what to do. He shifts slightly towards me, and I see Steve move out of the corner of my eye. Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I make a cutting motion outwards, and immensely cold energy travels down my arms and through my hands. Both men freeze in place and stare at me, surprise and fear etched into their features. All around me on the ground is a thick layer of sharp, spiked ice. My eyes go wide when I see what I’ve done and I have to school my face into calm indifference.
“I said stop. All of you.” I look very pointedly at Thor. “We’re all on the same side. Fighting isn’t going to change a fucking thing about this situation.”
Thor nods. “I’m sorry, sister.”
I shake my head. “Go get Loki. We’re leaving and both of you are coming with us.”
Thor summons his hammer and takes off to gather up Loki. I carefully pick my way out of my little field of ice and wander off to find Stark. I pull him to his feet and lead him back to Steve while I signal for Natasha to bring the jet around.
“This is just the beginning of things, isn’t it?” Steve asks.
I nod. “I’m afraid it is, Captain. And it’s not going to get any easier from here.”
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Sister Winter (10/??)
Summary: Keeping secrets only hurts those closest to you, but sometimes the blunt truth hurts more than you’d ever imagine. What happens when you can’t differentiate between the two?
A/N: We’ve finally arrived at the events of The Avengers. I’ve changed canon a little for Reasons, but I’m happy with how this came out overall. Now it’s time for some sad times!
Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: Canon typical violence
“You must prepare for this invasion, Director,” I say. “There’s no telling the scale of their forces, but I have no doubts that they’re going to come at us with everything they have.”
“And just how do you know this?”
I shake my head. “The energy fluctuations are becoming too unpredictable for there to be any kind of coincidence. If he were further away, the fields would be more stable, just as they were four months ago.”
“Any guess as to when he’ll show up?”
“No, but we are working on an approximation. It’s hard to pinpoint any specific time. I can only say that it’s a matter of weeks now, rather than months.” I take a deep breath before explaining further. “Look, I know you’re not going to like what I say, regardless of how I word it. I have given you the information that I have and I’m simply asking that you trust me.”
He stares at me long enough that I begin to wonder if I said something wrong.
“Alright. We’ll take this into account. Agents Coulson and Hill will be heading this project until the time comes that this thing blows.” He pushes himself up from his chair. “I trust all of you can get along without me here?”
He’s answered by a chorus of “Yes, sir’s”, after which he promptly leaves the room.
Agent Coulson crosses the room to speak with Clint and I. He extends his hand to me and I look at Clint for help. He just gestures for me to take Coulson’s hand, so I do.
“I look forward to working with you,” Coulson says as he shakes my hand.
I’m so surprised that I can’t stop myself from saying, “Really?”
He laughs. “Yes, really. If Clint trusts you, I’ll take the plunge.”
“Oh, well…” I shove my hands into my pockets. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” he smiles and nods at Clint. “Agent Barton.”
Clint nods in return. “Coulson.”
I watch him walk away, perplexed.
“What?” Clint slings his arm around my shoulders. “Coulson?”
“No, just… all of it, really. Fury just accepted all that. He barely asked any questions.”
“He’s a mysterious guy,” Clint shrugs and turns us towards the door. “Take the win, for now, and worry about what’s happening with the cube instead.”
“You’re right. There are more important things.”
“Yeah, more important things like making sure you actually manage to get some sleep tonight.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ve been trying. Nothing works.”
“You could always stay in my room. There’s more than enough room for the two of us in my bed.”
“Are you sure?” I ask. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”
Clint laughs. “Honey, if I had my way, you would’ve been imposing months ago. I just didn’t want to push you.”
“I thought we had to be quiet about our relationship.”
“If anyone hasn’t noticed that we’re together at this point, they never will,” he says.
I laugh. “I suppose you’re right.”
“So, you’ll stay with me tonight?”
“Unless someone tries to send me back to my room, yes.” He grins and I can’t help smiling back. “Don’t get too excited.”
“I’m gonna get as excited as I want, babe. I get to have a sleepover with my girlfriend.”
I laugh. “You’re so enthusiastic.”
“But so many things are exciting.”
“I will have to trust you on that.”
Clint leads me to a secluded alcove away from most of the foot traffic. Leaning against the wall, he circles his arms around my middle and holds me against him.
“You’re worried,” he says.
“Of course I’m worried.”
“I don’t know. Maybe the fact that there’s a full-scale extraterrestrial invasion headed for your planet, which is hardly even equipped to handle humans to begin with. Not to mention the fact that my father has refused to send any sort of aid.”
“Of course I asked. Seeing Loki as crazed as he is made me realize that I’m not enough.” I put my head in my hands. “We need all the help we can get, but… I don’t know why I even bother.”
“Because you care, and you care deeply. The fact that you even asked is more than we could’ve done.”
I sigh and fold my arms. “I’m frustrated.”
“You don’t need to be.”
I nod. “Alright.”
“Come on,” he kisses me briefly and takes my hand. “Let’s get something to eat. We’ll work out a rough plan to run by Maria tomorrow morning.”
We barely have three weeks to prepare before any kind of extreme anomalies presented themselves.
“Coulson, it’s happening.”
“Now?“ he asks.
“No, next week. Yes, right now,” I hand him the tablet with the Tesseract’s energy readings. “We need to call Fury.”
He scans the readings before handing the tablet back. “I’ll do that right now. Does Maria know?”
I nod. “I let her know earlier so that she could start organizing the evacuation.”
“I’ll help her with that as soon as I get ahold of the Director.”
“What’s Clint doing?”
“Keeping an eye on the situation,” I gesture to the catwalk. “He’ll be able to see if anyone’s getting too close to the tesseract before any of us. He’ll let us know if something goes wrong.”
“Alright. I’ll let you know as soon as Fury’s on his way.”
“Thank you,” I reach out and touch his arm. “Really, for everything. You’ve been a massive help.”
“No need to thank me, (Y/N),” he says, sly smile tugging at his lips. “These are interesting times. I’d hate to miss anything.”
I smile and shake my head. “If anyone could manage to put a positive spin on this, it would be you.”
“I do my best,” he says. “I’ll go make that call. You make sure nothing blows up till Fury gets here.”
“I won’t make any promises about that.”
He nods and leaves to make arrangements. I check in with Maria to see where the evacuation plan is at.
“We just need to pack up and leave at this point,” she says. “You’re sure shit’s about to go down?”
“I’m certain. I worry that if we don’t evacuate, we’ll lose more people than necessary.”
“What do you count as necessary?” she asks, one eyebrow raised.
“If it comes down to it, me.”
“You’d be willing to sacrifice yourself?”
“It sounds as if you have a problem with that.”
“I have a problem with anyone sacrificing themselves, but I’m pretty sure Barton would lose his fucking mind if you died.”
“Then we’ll do our best to avoid that.” She doesn’t seem convinced, but there’s no time to worry about it. “Coulson said he’d help you with the evacuation as soon as he has confirmation that Fury is on his way.”
“That’s great. I’ll get started on what I can. Where will you be if we need you?”
“I’ll be on the floor with Selvig. Clint is up in his usual perch. If you need anything, just let us know.”
“Guess I’ll see you when something goes wrong, then.”
I nod and pat her shoulder before heading back to speak with Selvig. I pull one of the lab techs away from the Tesseract before he can get too close along the way.
“All of you, stay away from that,” I command. “We don’t know what could happen if you touch it. I doubt it’ll be a cute little zap.”
Everyone nods and shrinks back to their work stations.
“That was quite the talking to, (Y/N),” Selvig says. “Somehow they never listen when I say the same thing.”
“It has everything to do with what I am, Doctor. I don’t think they like getting bad news from an alien.”
He laughs. “Perhaps. But you can’t really blame them for wanting to get a closer look. We’re watching history happen right in front of us.”
“Many have been lost to history. You all would be wise to remember that.”
“I understand why you’d be wary.”
“But you don’t take my concerns seriously.” I shake my head. “It’s a wonder humans have survived this long.”
“Ah, we’re a resilient species. You’d be surprised what we can survive.”
“I don’t think I want to be.” I fold my arms. “We’re waiting on Fury, now. When he arrives, we can begin to evacuate.”
“Shame. I really hoped that we could learn more before this time came.”
“Don’t worry,” I say. “I’m sure you’ll have ample opportunity to study oddities in the future.”
“I’d consider that a blessing,” he says.
I snorted and left him to his work.
An hour and a half later we begin evacuating the staff and moving important tech and other precious possessions offsite.
An hour after that Fury arrives.
“Talk to me, Doctor,” Fury says.
Selvig meets him halfway, saying, “The Tesseract is misbehaving.”
“Is that supposed to be funny?”
“It’s not funny at all. The Tesseract is not only active, she’s… behaving.”
“How soon can we pull the plug?”
“She’s an energy source. We turn off the power, she turns it. If she reaches peak levels-”
“You prepared for this, harnessing energy from space.”
“But we don’t have the harness. My calculations are far from complete. And she’s throwing off interference, radiation. Nothing harmful, low levels of gamma radiation.”
“That can be harmful,” Fury mutters. “Where’s agent Barton?”
“The Hawk?” Selvig scoffs.
“He’s up on the catwalk, Director,” I say. “Keeping an eye on everything.”
“Get him down here.”
I nod and turn to Clint. I sign for him to come down and he immediately begins his descent.
“You were supposed to be keeping an eye on things,” Fury says.
“I see better from a distance, sir,” Clint offers a nod. “(Y/N)’s been keeping an eye on things closer to the ground.”
“Have either of you seen anything that might set this thing off?”
A technician alerts us to another energy spike and my stomach clenches. It’s getting close.
“Nobody’s come or gone,” Clint says. “And Selvig’s clean. No contacts, no IM’s. If there was any tampering, sir, it wasn’t on this end.”
“You’re still going with your space travel theory?” Fury asks.
“Yeah, the Cube would act as a doorway to the other end of space.” Clint shrugs. “Doors open from both sides.”
The building shakes and I grab Clint’s arm.
“It’s happening.” I look back to everyone at the workstations. “Everybody, out! Get out now.”
The Tesseract sparks and I pull Clint and Director Fury away from the machinery. Something in the Tesseract activates and a beam of light shoots out towards the platform near the wall. Everyone watches in morbid fascination as a portal opens before our eyes. A deep feeling of dread settles in my gut. As soon as it appears, it disperses into the room, leaving behind a figure crouched on the platform.
Several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents creep towards the figure. They slowly lift their head to reveal a wicked grin to go with a shock of wild, raven hair.
“Loki.” I take a step forward, but Fury blocks my path with his arm.
“Sir,” he says. “Please put down the spear.”
Loki looks at the object in his hand as if just now noticing he had it. He tilts his head to the side and lifts the spear, pointing it directly at Fury, Clint, and I. I manage to shove Clint and Fury away, but wind up taking the brunt of the blast. In the time it takes me to get to my feet again, he’s taken down five men and nearly killed the technician who was caught in the crossfire.
Before I can react, Loki rushes over to Clint, easily slapping his gun away. The glint of cold recognition in Loki’s eyes freezes the blood in my veins. Clint grunts as he struggles against my brother’s hold.
“You have heart,” Loki says. Loki lifts the spear to Clint’s chest.
“Stop!” I yell.
Loki jerkily turns his head to look at me, His eye twitches. “You.”
“You dare interfere?”
“Yes, I dare. You’re making a mistake here, Loki.”
“I assure you, I am not,” he says. He holds out his free hand to me. “Join me, sister. We can do this together.”
“I won’t,” I shake my head. “Just let him go. Please.”
“I don’t think I will.”
He presses the point of the spear to Clint’s chest and his demeanor immediately changes. His posture relaxes and he puts away his gun. Something about his eyes changes. I’m too distracted to notice Loki doing the same to another agent. His attention is drawn back towards Fury at the sound of a faint click.
“Please don’t,” he says. “I still need that.”
My eyes flit from the case in Fury’s hand to where the Tesseract is supposed to be. I only find an empty space.
“This doesn’t have to get any messier,” Fury just barely turns back.
“Of course it does. I’ve come too far for anything else.” That seems to get Fury’s full attention. “I am Loki, of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose.”
“Loki,” Selvig stumbles to his feet.
“No,” I try to gesture for him to stay back. No one pays attention to me.
“We have no quarrel with your people,” Fury says, managing to keep his voice even and steady.
“An ant has no quarrel with a boot.”
“You planning to step on us?”
“I come with glad tidings,” Loki looks pointedly at everyone in the room. “Of a world made free.”
“Free from what?” I ask.
“Freedom,” Loki says as if it’s the most obvious answer. “Freedom is life’s great lie. Once you accept that, in your heart-” he presses the spear to Selvig’s chest. The Doctor gasps at the reaction. “You will know peace.”
“Yeah, you say “peace,” I kinda think you mean the other thing.”
Clint and I both notice the anomaly swirling in the ceiling of the room. Clint approaches Loki while I creep closer to the Director.
“Sir, Director Fury is stalling.” Clint steps up beside Loki and looks back at Fury and I. “This place is about to blow, and drop a hundred feet of rock on us. He means to bury us.”
“Like the pharaohs of old.”
“He’s right,” Selvig says. “The portal’s collapsing in on itself. We have, maybe, two minutes before this goes critical.”
Loki looks to Clint and nods and draws his gun. I just barely manage to jump in front of the director before Clint’s shot hits him. The force of the bullet knocks me back into Fury and we both fall to the floor in a heap. Neither of us can recover in time to stop Loki and his company from leaving with the Tesseract.
I roll off of the director and stumble to my feet only to brace myself against the wall. My legs give out and I slide to the floor, clawing at my jacket in search of the bullet. I barely register Fury warning Maria about Clint as I pull the bullet from my chest. I unzip my jacket and pull my t-shirt aside to inspect the potential wound. The skin just barely split, but I’ll have an awful bruise in the morning.
Fury hauls me to my feet and drags me from the room.
“They’ve got the Tesseract,” he says to Maria. “Shut them down!”
I follow Fury through the halls and out to the helicopter he arrived in. As soon as we lift off, we’re in pursuit of Loki’s commandeered vehicle. Fury shoots at them, only for Loki to shoot us out of the sky. Fury and I manage to jump from the aircraft before it crashes with us in it. Fury recovers faster than I do and he fires off several more rounds at the car. They manage to get away unscathed. I watch them drive off before falling back onto the dirt and trying to catch my breath.
I can faintly hear Coulson trying to contact Fury. He picks up and fills Coulson in. Fury asks for a report from Maria, who seems to still be stuck at the facility. She’s tasked with finding anyone she can that’s still alive in the tunnels.
“Coulson,” Fury says. “Get back to base. This is a Level Seven. As of right now, we are at war.”
“What do we do?” Coulson asks.
“We’re pulling every resource we have,” Fury’s jaw clenches. “That includes the Avengers initiative.”
“Sir, are you sure about that?”
“We have no other choice.”
The line cuts out and Fury appears in my line of sight. He offers me a hand up and I take it. I wobble as I get to my feet, but manage to steady myself.
“So,” he says. “You’re blue.”
“What?” He gestures at me and I look down at my hands. The enchantments must have faltered when I was shot. “Fuck.”
“Why keep this a secret?”
“I… you’re not upset?”
“No, I’m not upset. You’re not exactly the first alien I’ve met. I just need to know going forward.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You prioritized the mission over yourself and your boyfriend,” he explains. “You took a bullet for me-”
“I’m a little more bulletproof than you are,” I mutter. He scowls and I shrink away. “Sorry.”
“As I was saying, that earns you a little respect, if not a little trust on my end.”
“I-thank you, Director.”
“Explain yourself, thank me after.”
“Right, uhm… yes, I am blue. I hid it because I didn’t expect anyone to react well to someone who didn’t look human randomly showing up and warning them of a potential war. Before that, I hid it because those from my homeworld aren’t welcome on Asgard.”
“I was under the impression that you were Asgardian.”
“No, my brother and I hail from Jotunheim. We are Frost Giants by birth. Our adoptive father imbued Loki with enough power to disguise him as an Asgardian. I wasn’t so lucky.”
“So you stick out like a sore thumb.”
“Fair play. Anything else you can do?”
I shrug. “I can freeze things, though it’s not particularly impressive. I’ve only managed to burn my brother.”
“The one you actually like.”
“The blond one?”
“He planning on making an appearance?” he asks.
“I’m not sure. I’ve asked for help from Asgard, but I haven’t gotten an answer.”
He begins walking back towards the facility. “I guess we’ll have to work with what we got right now.”
“I just hope that’s enough.”
I wrap my arms around myself and follow behind Fury.
Just before we meet up with Coulson he turns back and says, “We’ll get him back.”
I just nod.
I’m with Coulson when he calls Natasha. She tries to get him off the phone but seems to listen when he mentions Clint.
“He’s been compromised,” Coulson says.
He bobs his head from side to side and shoots me a wink while he waits for Natasha to get back on the line.
“We don’t know where he is, but I’ll brief you on everything when you get back.” Coulson takes a file that’s handed to him. “First, we need you to talk to the big guy.”
I can hear her scoff.
“Oh, I’ve got Stark,” he says. “You get the big guy.”
Her answer is positive, or something close to it because he goes to end the call. I quickly jump up from my seat and hold my hand out to stop him.
“Stay on the line, Natasha.” He places his hand over the receiver. “What is it?”
“Could I talk to her?”
“You know her?”
I nod. “Clint introduced us.”
He nods and brings the phone back to his ear. “You have a minute to talk to (Y/N)?”
I take the phone when he holds it out to me and follow him down the hall. “Natasha?”
“(Y/N),” she says. “How are you holding up?”
‘Well, Clint shot me, so I’ll say not well.“
“He shot you? That doesn’t sound right.”
“He was aiming for Fury. I jumped in and took the bullet.”
“I’m fine. Bruised, but fine. I don’t think he was aiming to kill. But something Loki did to him… I think it’s mental. Maybe he’s controlling him.”
“You think Clint’s okay?”
“Loki wouldn’t have taken him if he weren’t useful to him past being a bargaining chip. He has to be alive.”
“Okay, I believe you.”
“I’m worried,” I admit.
“We’ll get him back, (Y/N). Don’t worry.”
“I have to go. I’ll talk to you when we reach the Helicarrier.”
“Alright, good luck.” The line goes dead and I hand the phone back to Phil. “Thank you.”
“No problem.” He tucks the phone into his breast pocket. “I’m headed out. You wanna come with? Dropping in on Stark is usually pretty entertaining.”
I shake my head. “I can’t, Fury handed off everyone’s profiles to me earlier. I want to know everything I can before they show up.”
“I understand. Just remember that everyone’s different in person than they are on paper.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.”
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Written for @avengerscompound’s Kate's 1000 Word Challenge.
Prompt: Petrichor - The pleasant, earthy smell after rain. ClintxReader.
Warnings: Drinking, break up, reader being clumsy. If I missed anything, please let me know.
On a Friday night, you can typically be found in your sweatpants and baggy sweater curled up on your couch watching the latest serial killer documentary. But not this Friday night. No, your friends weren’t going to let you spend this one alone.
It had been a year since you had a particularly rough breakup. He said that he felt guilty because you kept lending him money or buying things for him when he couldn’t pay you back for them. He told you. “Your goal in the world is to save everyone.” You didn’t understand how that was a bad thing, how could wanting to help people be a bad thing? Maybe some people didn’t want to be helped? That phrase turned over and over in your head as you tried to figure out where you went wrong.
This caused you to keep to yourself, only going to work and the occasional girl’s night when your friends forced you out. That’s what was happening tonight. You had heard the knock on your door and suddenly you were surrounded by your friends and had a dress shoved into your hands with the insistence that you “put it on, immediately!” One of your friends grabbed your makeup and the other started on your hair as you shimmied into the dress. The soft deep purple fabric surrounding you.
It took almost an hour, but eventually you were ready. You and your friends stared at your reflections.
“Hot damn, we look fantastic.” Your friend Andie said giggling, “No one will be able to stop staring!”
Lily nodded, bumping you with her shoulder, “Good thing too, because someone needs to get some tonight!”
You groaned and let out a dry laugh, “Guys, please, that’s so not going to happen. I’m probably just going to sit at the bar and drink until you guys find someone to go home with and then I’ll head home, alone, and watch something.”
That was met with “Boooooo” from your friends. You laughed at their reaction and grabbed your phone and purse leading the others out the door and out to get a taxi.
After getting to the address that Lily had given the driver, you stared up at the building. “You have got to be fucking kidding me. This can’t be the right place!”
“Nope, this is it. Did I not tell you that my work had gotten invited and I got to bring guests?” Lily said, wide smile on her face.
“Lil! This is the fucking Stark Tower! As in, the Avengers live here!” You couldn’t believe it, “You mean to tell me, it conveniently slipped your mind that you were dragging me to the Stark Tower for a party with the Avengers?”
“Yeah, that must be what had happened.” Lily grabbed your hand and started to drag you inside. When you started to refuse, Andie grabbed your other hand and the two towed you in.
Lily flashed her invite to the man at the front and you all were ushered to the elevator. You started to wring your hands together and Andie grabbed them gently.
“Hey, this will be fun, just try to relax. We can hit the bar first.”
You smiled at her, grateful for the comfort, “Bar first, I like that Idea.”
The elevator stopped and you took a deep breath. When the doors opened, you were in awe, the room was decked out in lights and silver and gold decorations. You saw the logo of Lily’s work up on a podium.
“Wow, this looks great!” you said, still taking everything in.
“Thank you! We wanted it to look the best for the company tonight, we are honored you let us host this for you all.” A woman with red hair said, walking up to you. “I’m Pepper Potts, Mr. Stark’s assistant, and the only reason he ever gets anywhere on time.”
Your eyes widened, “Ms. Potts, it is so nice to meet you, you’re practically a legend. The fact that you can keep Tony in line is amazing.”
Pepper smiled at you, “Well, thank you again, and please, call me Pepper. Everyone does.”
All you could do was smile and nod at the woman as she excused herself and went to mingle more.
You turned to your friends, eyes wide, “Guys! I just had a conversation with The Pepper Potts! She is amazing. I want to be around her all the time. I felt more organized and productive just being around her and I wasn’t even working on anything!”
Andie laughed, “Look at you, meeting new people and immediately fangirling over them. I knew this was a good idea.”
You gave Andie a playful shove, “Shush, we’ve only been here like fifteen minutes, this was probably the best thing that will happen all night.”
The three of you went off to find the bar and you ordered yourself a drink as you sat on the bar stool and observed the party.
There were people dancing in the middle of the room as the DJ played music just loud enough that you knew you’d have a sore throat from trying to talk with Lily and Andie.
After a couple drinks, you were feeling loose enough that you grabbed Lily and Andie and dragged them to the dance floor, the three of you dancing like you were the only people there. Laughing with each other and twirling each other around. It felt nice, you hadn’t let yourself feel this free for a while.
Eventually, you decided you needed a break, promising that you would find them again, you headed back to the bar and ordered another drink before going on an adventure around the room.
As you were walking around, you were so preoccupied taking in your surroundings, you didn’t notice the man walking in your direction until it was too late. Crashing into him and losing your balance. You expected to fall and anticipated the pain on your tailbone, but that never happened. You looked and saw the arm around your waist.
“Hey, you ok? I didn’t see you there, I didn’t mean to run into you.” The man rattled off without taking a breath.
You shook your head, trying to reassure him, “I’m ok, maybe a little twist in my ankle, it’s nothing I’m not used to. I think it’s partly my fault too, I wasn’t paying attention.”
The man pulled his arm away, “Well, if we’re both at fault, then I guess that cancels it out! No one is at fault! I’m Clint by the way.”
You laughed, “I like your logic, Clint. I’m Y/N.”
Clint smiled at you, “I was about to join my friends, you want to come with? I promise they’re a lot of fun.”
You glanced around to see your friends dancing and watching you. When you locked eyes with Lily, she gave you a big smile and a thumbs up. “Well, I was going to say that I needed to check in with my friends, but it looks like they’re more than ok if I go with you.”
Clint looks over towards your friends and gives them a slight wave, “I’m glad they trust me enough to take you away.”
“Honestly, at this point I think they’d be ok if I went with any guy, their expectations are super low when it comes to me.” You said with a shrug and Clint gave you a questioning look. “Bad break up, they just want me to get out there more.”
Clint nodded in understanding, “Ah, makes sense. Well, I promise, nothing bad will happen with me around.”
“Thanks Clint. Now, where are those friends of yours?” You asked.
“Right this way, ma’am.” Clint said, offering you his arm.
You and Clint walked along the wall until you came to a door open a crack. Clint pushed the door open and the brightness of the room made your eyes take a moment to adjust. When they finally did, you let out a gasp.
“Y/N, these are my friends, Steve, Nat, Thor, and Bruce, Tony is still out in the crowd entertaining, I’m sure he’ll come in in a bit.” Clint said gesturing to each person as her introduced them. “Guys, this is Y/N.”
You stood there in shock before turning to Clint. “Wait, that means you’re Clint!”
“Yeah, I said that when I introduced myself.” Clint said nodding slowly.
“No! That means you’re Clint Barton, aka, Hawkeye, aka, one of the coolest Avengers like ever.” You turned to the others, “No offense guys.” You turned back to look at Clint you looked at him more closely. You could see his features better now that you weren’t in the dimmer event room.
“Well, yeah, I guess that does. But tonight, I’m just Clint, just like they’re just Steve, Nat, Thor, and Bruce.” Clint said, giving you a small smile.
You nodded, “Right, you’re right, I’m sorry, I just couldn’t believe that I didn’t notice it before.”
Natasha laughed behind you, “Don’t worry about it Y/N, come on over and sit, we were just about to start playing a game.”
You smiled at Natasha and went to sit on the couch. Before you sat down, you properly introduced yourself to everyone and then sat down by Thor and Clint came to sit next to you.
You weren’t sure how long you had been in that room, all you knew was that you and the Avengers were learning plenty about each other. You learned juicy secrets about everyone while playing Never Have I ever, and they learned that you are a terrible liar while playing Two Truths and a Lie.
At some point, Tony came in with a tray of alcohol and you took one of the drinks, nursing it. You were making sure that you had plenty of water too. You knew if you didn’t, you were going to hate yourself in the morning.
By the time the Avengers mini party was starting to wind down, you had all of their phone numbers and other ways to contact them. Thor’s was the best, he gifted you a small ring with a raven on it. He explained that if you ever needed him, all you had to do was turn the raven and a messenger bird would come and take your message to him. He also gave you his phone number, but you thought this way was more fun.
When Clint gave you has number, he made sure you knew that he didn’t mind if you contacted him even when it wasn’t an emergency. You smiled at him, “Does that mean you want to talk to me more?”
Clint brought a hand up and rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, I’d like that. I mean, if you want to.”
You gave him a quick peck on the cheek, “I think I will.”
You didn’t know it, but Natasha had watched the entire interaction with a grin on her face. She was happy for Clint, but she also knew that if he ever messed this up, she’d have to fight him. You were already one of her favorite people.
When the party was finally over, you got up and stretched. Clint was up and by your side in an instant.
“I think I need to head home, it’s been a long night.” You said while stifling a yawn.
“Do you want me to walk you home, or drive? I’m not sure how far it is.” Clint asked.
“We can walk, it isn’t too far, maybe a fifteen minute walk. My friends just hate walking, so we took a cab.” You said, shrugging.
You said goodbye to everyone, giving out hugs and promising to keep in touch with everyone before turning and taking Clint’s arm and walking out the door.
“How much does someone want to bet that they’re planning on going on a date by the time that they get to her house?” Natasha asked after the door had closed.
“No way, Clint won’t go for it. He’ll get too self-conscious and back out of it.” Tony said.
“You’re on. Fifty bucks?” Nat said extending her hand.
“It’s a deal.” Tony said shaking Natasha’s hand.
As you and Clint walked down the street arm in arm, you talked about everything, family, jobs, conspiracy theories, everything.
When you were about halfway home, you heard the sound of thunder. Looking up at the sky, you saw that clouds had rolled in and they were looking heavy with rain.
“Shoot, looks like we’re going to get caught in the rain.” You said, looking around for a place to take cover.
“Don’t worry, I brought my jacket, you can use it if you want. It has a hood.” Clint said, shrugging out of his jacket and holding it open for you.
You put in on and wrapped it closer to you, “Thank you, Clint. But now you’ll get all wet.”
“I don’t mind it. I’ll just grab a cab to get back after I get you home.” Clint said looking at you.
“Well, we better hurry then. Don’t want you to melt.” You said giving a laugh.
The rain started to fall within minutes. You reached down and took off your shoes so you could walk a bit faster. It was absolutely pouring when you got to your apartment complex and you both stood under the awning laughing as water dripped down your faces.
“Well, looks like we couldn’t beat it.” You said, slightly out of breath.
Clint laughed, “I never thought we would, but it was fun to try.”
You both stood under the awning, watching the rain slowly let up until it was just a drizzle, until finally it had all stopped.
You laughed along with Clint, “We needed this, it hasn’t rained in a while, the flowers will enjoy it. Even if it was just a burst or rain.”
Clint took a deep breath and smiled, “This is my favorite moment in nature, when we haven’t had any rain and then it finally pours and there’s just this earthy smell surrounding everything. It’s one of the best scents that exist, in my opinion.”
You looked up at Clint, eyes wide, “It’s called petrichor! It’s my favorite scent, along with lemon. But it’s just so calming and you can’t help but feel relaxed with this scent all around!”
The two of you looked at each other and your smile grew even bigger. Clint brought a hand to your face and moved the hair that was sticking to your face behind your ear. When his hand came to rest on your cheek, you found yourself letting your head rest in his hand.
“Clint?” You ask softly and Clint hummed in response, “Can I kiss you?”
Clint’s eyes snapped to yours and he gave a slight nod. You brought your hands up and placed one on his cheek and wound the other around the back of his neck. You slowly brought your lips to his and closed your eyes. It was a soft kiss at first, then Clint brought a hand to your back and pulled you closer to him, causing you to gasp into the kiss. He kissed you harder and you felt yourself moving backwards until your back hit the brick façade of the building.
You broke the kiss and looked at Clint, “Would you like to come upstairs? I’m sure my neighbors would prefer if we don’t put on a show on the front stoop.”
Clint laughed and brought his forehead to yours. “How about we take a raincheck? I really like you, and I don’t want to rush into anything. Don’t get me wrong, I really want to go upstairs with you. But let me take you on a date first. Ok?”
You smiled and blushed, “I can agree to that. Date first, upstairs second.”
Clint laughed, “Exactly. Now, you need to get upstairs before you fall asleep out here. I know you’re tired.”
You gave a slight pout. “You’re just trying to get rid of me,” You laughed “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, I am pretty tired. Wait! When are we going on our date?”
Clint gave you a kiss on your forehead, “How about tomorrow night? We can go to dinner and maybe take a walk? If it’s not raining, of course.”
You gave a small shrug, “I don’t know, I think I enjoy walking through the rain with you.”
You gave Clint another kiss before starting towards the door. “Let me know when you get back to the tower, ok?”
Clint grabbed your hand and gave it a kiss, “I absolutely will. Good night, Y/N.”
You smiled at the man, “Good night, Clint, I’m glad I ran into you. Literally.”
When you got up to your apartment, you checked your phone and saw a few messages from your friends, after letting them know what happened, you saw another message from Natasha.
Natasha: Hey, I’m glad I got to meet you! The group wanted to let you know that they enjoyed meeting you!
Natasha: Also, are you and Clint planning on going out? I need to know. For reasons.
Me: I’m glad I met you guys too!
Me: Is the reason, possibly, because you bet someone money that we would be?
Natasha: …….yes….. Come on! I have to be right, you guys are totally going to go out.
Me: Yes Nat, we’re going out tomorrow night.
You laughed when a text from Tony came in.
Starky-Man: You just lost me fifty dollars.
Me: Well maybe don’t bet against happiness next time.
Starky-Man: Whatever, I’m happy for you kid.
Me: Thanks Tony, I am too!
You smiled at your phone as you thought about just how unexpectedly your night had turned out. When your phone pinged again your smile got even bigger.
Heart Eyes: I’m home, safe and sound.
Me: Good, I’m glad.
Heart Eyes: Get some sleep Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Me: See you tomorrow. Good night, Clint.
Heart Eyes: Good night, Dear.
You put your phone on the charger and got yourself ready for bed. When you were finally slipping under the covers, you closed your eyes and fell into what you had to say was the most peaceful sleep you had in a very long time.
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hiii! How are you? Have you figured out which house to pick? and how’s ur pup doing? We haven’t seen him in a long time :)) - also, what are you currently working on? :)
Hey! I'm doing pretty good. Working on my ClintxReader piece. (While I'm at work).
Gwaine is doing fantastic, he's getting so big. He's on his second collar already! I'll post some new pictures for you all soon.
I haven't and I went to go look at more houses yesterday and now I'm thinking I want a different one entirely! It's so cute and it has a great back yard and a privacy fence. And the previous owners did a lot of work inside. The only real work I would have to do would be the outside of the house. Eventually it would need new siding and window trim.
The downside is that it's most likely in a flood plane which means my home insurance would be more expensive. But I reeeaaalllly like this one. More so than any of the others.
Take Cover (11/??)
Summary: The world’s gone to shit and the Avengers have been missing for eight years. What difference can one person ever hope to make?
A/N: Hi, it’s been Too Long since I posted a new chapter of this story, but there’s no time like the present to get back to it. As a warning, this chapter is Super Emotional, so please go into it with caution. I made myself cry with this one, it’s that heavy. Anyway, please enjoy!
Page Dividers by @carryonmyswansong
Word Count: 4.4k
Warnings: Fire, severe exhaustion, Abuse, Murder
“How did you figure out your powers?”
“Hydra tortured my brother and I until we were able to control them well enough.”
“I mean when you weren’t being used as a weapon.”
She frowns. “When I had the time, I would meditate. Retreat within my mind, and try to work towards the source of my powers. Then I was better able to control myself and my power. It is still a work in progress, but progress is made every single day.”
“Do you think it could work for me?” I ask. “My powers aren’t quite on the same level as yours, but they could come from the same place.”
Wanda shrugs. “It is worth a try, right?”
I nod and sigh. I press my palms together and rest my hands in my lap. Closing my eyes, I focus on trying to locate the source of my powers within me. Wanda tells me that she was able to gain better control of her powers by going back to the source. She explains that her source was a bright, angry, red ball of emotion at the core of her being, which she finds is anchored in her mind. I can’t even begin to guess at what mine will be, if I can even manage to find it.
No matter how hard I try, how tightly I squeeze my eyes shut, I can’t seem to find anything. Frustration flares in me and I clench my hands.
"I can't feel anything," I mutter. "It's just blank. Like I'm empty."
Wanda frowns. “There has to be something in there, (Y/N). Maybe you just need a little extra help to find it.”
“Are you suggesting-”
“That I poke around inside of your head?” she asks. I nod. “That is exactly what I’m suggesting.”
I hesitate. “I don’t know…”
She tilts her head to the side. “Why? Are you worried about what I might find?”
“No, it’s just… does it hurt?” I ask. “What if I lose control of my powers and hurt you?”
“That won’t happen,” she says. “And I promise that I will be gentle.”
I press my lips together. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
“Give me your hands.”
I reach out and we link hands. Her eyes glow red and her power gathers in her hands before traveling up my arms. Every point that a tendril touches tingles and goes numb. I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on trying to locate my power. Even with a little bit of help from Wanda, I can feel something within me that I couldn’t feel before, but I can’t pull it forward.
“You need to relax, (Y/N),” Wanda says. “Getting frustrated will not help.”
I nod and take several slow, deep breaths. I try to release the tension from my shoulders and sit up a little straighter, but it still feels like there’s something holding me back.
“I can feel it, but I can’t reach it.”
“This will take time. You won’t get to it after only trying for five minutes.” Her grip on my hands tightens and I feel a surge of energy rush into my chest. “Allow me to help you look.”
The energy spreads from my chest to the rest of my body, but it’s most concentrated behind my eyes. The pressure inside my head builds until everything just falls away, and I’m free-falling through blank space. I hit the ground hard enough to knock the wind from my lungs and I just lay there for a moment, trying to catch my breath. When I can finally manage it, I sit up. The area around me is bathed in pale, watery light.
I can vaguely hear Wanda’s voice in the distance. She’s trying to get my attention, but there’s too much going through my head for anything she says to stick. I stumble around in the hazy darkness until a light cuts through in the distance. I freeze in my tracks and watch as it advances on me. It gets closer and closer and I try to turn to run, but my feet are stuck in place. I can’t move.
I close my eyes and bring my arms up to shield myself as the light crashes over me. Wanda’s voice drains away completely.
When the light dissipates, it’s replaced by the warm, red light of a raging fire. I shield my face against the glow, only to realize what I’m looking at. It’s the Church. The farm I left behind all those months ago, up in flames. Something inside me forces me forward to find water, Tells me to put out the fire. Fix this. Put everything back the way things used to be. Control the outcome.
I race around, trying to find any source of water possible, but every single spigot that I know was at the farm is gone. It’s not until I find a single bucket near the chicken pens that I see any kind of source.
When I reach out to turn the crank, I jerk my hands back. Looking at my palms, I find massive blisters forming all over my hands. I clench my hands into fists and reach out again. I fill the bucket with water and throw the contents at the fire. I fill it again and again, but nothing I do makes any kind of dent in the wall of flames separating me from the rest of the facility. I keep working and push myself to the point of exhaustion.
I pause to take a break, only for the fire to swallow me up. The heat of the flames slams into me with enough force to knock me to the ground. I gasp for air and only manage to pull smoke into my lungs. With each breath, my vision grows darker and darker until I finally lose consciousness.
When I come to, I’m sat on the stool in front of Tony’s set-up in the lab. The same place where I first saw myself on the Most Wanted list. The place where I learned that Grant Ward had completely, and thoroughly betrayed me and everyone else who was supposed to trust him. That he had helped the government, Hydra, capture and torture Inhumans, my own kind, for no reason other than a sadistic fascination with taking something apart with absolutely no intention to put it back together. My blood boils just thinking about it.
I try to get up from the stool, but I’m held there by an invisible force. The more I struggle against it, the tighter the hold becomes until I’m gasping for air. Just when I think the restraints might crack a rib, the room goes dark. The restraints loosen slightly. Screens flicker to life from every possible angle, bathing the room in an eerie light. The room seems to tilt as a video begins to play.
A figure is curled into a ball in the corner to my left. It takes me a moment to recognize them as Daisy. The door opens and I flinch away when Ward walks in front of me. The audio from the video is garbled and fuzzy, like the sound is coming from far away as Ward addressed Daisy. She doesn’t move except to breathe and Ward nudges her with his boot. When she doesn’t respond he kicks her harder. I try to call out to her, to yell, scream, whatever I can to just get her attention, but no sound comes out.
Only when he does it a fourth time do her whimpers reach my ears. I yell for her again. Still, no sound.
Ward turns to face me completely and walks towards the screen facing me. He has a smile plastered on that is much too wide for his features and it makes my stomach churn.
“Ah, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). How kind of you to join us again.” He grabs the back of Daisy’s shirt and drags her into the middle of the room. “All of this,” he gestures to Daisy, then the room in general. “All of this could’ve been avoided if you hadn’t been such a selfish little kid. Handed over the power to me instead. You never knew what you were doing. I was the only one who could’ve handled the pressure.”
Daisy gurgles out something incoherent and Ward kicks her again, several times over. “Shut up,” he hisses. “You’re the reason everyone left. No one trusted you. Not even Coulson’s favorites. Now look at them. Daisy’s the only one left.”
Bile rises at the back of my throat, and I gag. I try to say something, anything, but the words won’t come. I can’t force them past my lips.
“May was easy, Yo-yo didn’t stand a chance against the scientists, and Mack?” Ward whistles and shakes his head. “Not nearly as tough as he wanted everyone to think he was, was he, Skye?” He laughs when she doesn’t answer. “Fitz and Simmons, now they were fun. Watching one beg for the other’s life. Wow. That truly was something special.”
I strain against the restraints as tears roll down my cheeks. I still can’t force any sound past my lips, but something shifts in the bindings around my body. They loosen and give with each new movement, and they soon snap and disappear altogether. I lunge forward to stop Ward, only for the room to go dark again. I fall to my knees and bury my head in my hands.
I startle at the familiar voice and, trembling, lift my eyes to see them.
Coulson lays in a hospital bed, gaunt and sickly. This would be about the time he died, if not the exact day.
I shuffle over to his bedside and haul myself up into the chair there. The plastic is hard and digs into my back. I feel very small all of a sudden. I take several shaky breaths and reach out to take his hand. It’s cold and insubstantial, like he’s here, but just barely. He could disappear at any moment.
“I don’t know how much time I’ve got with you,” he says. “But I don’t want to make you cry, (Y/N). There’s been enough of that already.”
I nod and rub my tears away with the heel of my hand. I still can’t quite form words, but they’re there on the tip of my tongue. I just need a little extra time.
Coulson squeezes my hand. “Good. You always were one of my favorites.”
“You had a lot of favorites, Phil,” I mumble. “You liked people. A lot.”
“I certainly did my best,” he says. “Though I’m sure I could’ve done better.”
I shake my head. “No, you couldn’t. You were the best. You kept everyone together.”
“All that took practice. I had my fair share of failures among the successes.” He sighs. “I will admit, you didn’t have enough time to get used to the position-”
“You didn’t even tell me I was supposed to be running S.H.I.E.L.D., Phil. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into.”
“Would you have stuck around if I’d told you?”
“I don’t know, but I didn’t even get to make that choice, and then I had to watch you die after I had to do the same with my dad.” I hunch in on myself. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
“You’ve lost a lot already, but there’s still more to come before you can do anything about it.”
“You’re on a journey here, (Y/N).” Images appear on the walls. My father’s death, trashing the Church, Daisy, Fitz, Simmons, May, everything, everyone I’ve lost along the way, laid out for me to see. Every image chips away at whatever’s been holding me together.
“Hell if I know, I’m just in your head. I do know that there’s just one last thing you need to see. You’re not ready. You’ll never be ready. But whatever it is you’re trying to find, this last thing is the key.”
“I don’t want that.”
“No, (Y/N). What you don’t like about this is letting go of your control over the situation. But you know that you’ve never been in control of any of this. You gave that up a long time ago.”
“You have to be strong,” he says. “Not just for everyone else, but for yourself. Especially yourself.”
I nod and wipe my thumb under my eyes. “I understand. Or I think I will, at least.”
“Good.” He squeezes my hand one last time. “This is it, kiddo. I can’t help you after this.”
“I know,” I take a deep, shaking breath. “I know.”
Phil nods once and settles back against his pillows.
Everything begins to blur and fade until Phil is gone and my chair disappears from underneath me. I expect to fall to the floor, but I slowly drift down through hazy white clouds. Only when I begin to relax does my momentum begin to build, and I find myself plummeting through open space. I wrap my arms around myself and curl into as tight a ball as I can manage.
I land with back-breaking force in a grassy field, arms and legs akimbo.
It takes a moment for my head to stop spinning and for me to register the world around me.
I feel the sun on my skin and manage to peel myself up from the ground and sit up. I’m in the middle of a grassy clearing in the middle of the forest. A short way off I can see two people playing in the sun, while another sits against the trunk of a tree, watching them. Curious, I wander closer to investigate. I freeze when I’m close enough to see the person against the tree.
“Dad?” I say.
He doesn’t register anything I said and doesn’t react when I sit beside him. He just stares at the two people in the middle of the clearing. I glance at the pair running around in the sun before looking back at my father. He’s so much younger than I remember him. Happier. The worry lines haven’t set in yet and the tension I remember in his shoulders isn’t there. It brings tears to my eyes realizing that this is probably before we lost my mother.
Dad leans forward slightly and I follow his gaze.
“Careful, Rose,” he calls. “Our little sparkplug is faster than you think! She’ll run you down in no time.”
The woman stops running away from the child, who I assume is me, probably around three years old here, to look back at dad and grin. Little me manages to get the upper hand and crashes into mother’s legs. Both of them tumble to the ground laughing.
“I got you, mommy!” I squeak.
“So you did!” she exclaims. “I think that warrants a prize.”
Little me gasps and sits back in mother’s lap as she sits up. I watch in awe as she plucks several daisies from the grass and closes them between her hands. When she pulls them apart, the daisies have tripled in size and number, weaving themselves into a vibrant green, white, and fuschia flower crown. Little me squeals and claps her hands and leans forward for mother to place the crown on top of her head. Mother laughs and positions the fragile crown daintily on her head.
“Do I look pretty?” little me asks.
Mother smiles and tucks my hair behind my ear, carefully smoothing down any stray strands. “You look beautiful, little one. Every bit the princess you are.”
A rustling in the underbrush at the other side of the clearing draws my attention away from my mother, and dad seems to have noticed it as well. Mother looks up when the first man in black breaks through the treeline.
The first man lifts his gun, followed by four more following through the brush. Dad tenses and slowly creeps forward until he’s just barely covered by the shade.
“Take her,” mother hisses. She slowly moves little me from her lap, trying her best to keep the toddler behind her back.
“But what about you?!” dad hisses back.
“Come with us,” one of the men in black demands. “Come freely and no one will be harmed.”
“Take her, Daniel!” she says. “You take her and-”
“You will come with us!” another man barks. “We will not give you another chance.”
A third man advances with his gun raised. “Don’t move!”
Mother raises her hands, submissive. She glances back at dad and little me, silently begging my father to grab me and get out of there. Little me makes the mistake of reaching out for her, saying, “Mommy?”
One of the men gets spooked and fires off several rounds. Dad lurches forward and snatches up little me. The rest of the men open fire on the clearing and my mother rears back before slamming her hands to the earth. The ground trembles and massive roots burst through the earth. Mother is shot in the leg and she cries out. Dad looks back for a moment. A mistake.
The men turn their fire on us, and little me cries out for our mother, not understanding what’s going on. I feel sick to my stomach, but stand rooted to my spot. I’m helpless to do anything but watch. I can’t even call out a warning.
The roots tangle around the men, binding their arms to their sides, forcing their guns from their hands. She then turns back and slaps her hand on the ground behind her. A wall of grass and roots weaves together behind my father and little me. Three more men emerge from the underbrush before the wall closes completely and my father looks back, just in time to see the three men shoot her. Once in the stomach, once in the heart, and one last time in her neck.
She chokes on her own blood and collapses onto the torn-up earth beneath her, arm outstretched to us as little me screams out for her. Dad takes off running, but the Hydra operatives make no move to follow them. Instead, they stand over my mother’s body, shaking their heads, freeing their companions, and radioing back to whoever they answer to. Eventually, they clear out, leaving my mother to bleed out in the middle of the clearing.
I’m finally able to make myself move and manage to stumble over to my mother. I fall to my knees beside her, hands hovering over her motionless body, unsure of what I’m supposed to do.
“No, no, mom, I-” my voice fails me when I can’t hold back the tears any longer.
I cover my mouth with one hand to muffle the broken noises I make as tears stream down my cheeks. This is why dad never talked about her. Why wanted everything to be normal for me growing up.
“I’m so s-sorry,” I sob. I lean forward and press my forehead to my mothers, hiccupping and sniffling, completely incapable of getting myself under control. “I can barely remember who you were. I never knew you. It’s not fair. None of this is fair.”
I curl in on myself and just allow myself to cry. Let everything out. The grief, the pain, the stress, and anxiety, and pressure that’s been building up over the years. Let go of it, feel it, let it flow through me like it’s supposed to instead of keeping it bottled up.
Everything around me fades away, leaving me to cry alone in the dark.
“(Y/N)?“ I recognize that voice. “(Y/N), you gotta come back to us.”
“I don’t know how,” I answer. My voice is feeble. Broken. They won’t be able to hear me.
“Come on, sweetheart,” they say. “You’re strong. I know you can do this.”
The panicked edge in their voice causes me to worry. I prop myself up on one elbow and look around. Off in the distance, there’s a pinprick of light. It’s far away, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it.
“Please,” they beg.
I stand up.
“Come back to us.”
I put one foot in front of the other. The voice urges me forward, gives me the strength to make the journey. The light grows bigger and brighter than before.
“Come back to me, (Y/N). I need you.”
I reach the edge of the light. Again, the voice pleads for me to come back. I take a running leap at the light, shielding my face with my hands. The world rushes in around me as soon as I crash through the barrier.
Someone sits in front of me, quietly begging for me to come back. Their warm hands on either side of my face slowly pull me forward. I can’t quite open my eyes yet. It feels like they’re glued shut. I feel myself begin to shake with the effort it takes to force my eyes open.
The person in front of me slowly comes into focus as I manage to pry one eye open, then the other. I squint against the lights but manage to make out their face.
“(Y/N), oh, thank God.” He leans forward and presses his forehead to mine. “We couldn’t get through to you. I didn’t know what to do.”
“H-how long was I out?”
“Five, maybe six minutes?” He looks to Wanda for confirmation. “Wanda couldn’t pull you out of it.”
I let out a shaky breath. Everything I saw is slowly sinking in and my eyes fill with tears.
“I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” Wanda says.
“What happened?” Clint asks. He looks from me to Wanda for an answer.
“I can’t,” I shake my head. “Not here.”
Clint nods. “Okay.”
He helps me to my feet, almost supporting my full weight with his arm.
“Carry her,” Wanda says. “She is weak.”
Clint looks to me for approval and, only when I nod does he pick me up. He gently kisses my forehead and walks out into the hall. I let my head fall against his chest and hold my hands against my stomach when my fingers start to tingle. I don’t feel like I’m in control anymore.
Clint and I curl up together in bed, but he doesn’t ask me to talk. He keeps me close to his chest, my head tucked under his chin. I allow myself to calm down, for my shoulders to stop shaking, and for the tears and sniffling to subside before even trying to get his attention.
“I think I’m ready,” I say.
“Okay,” he says. He shifts back enough to see my face. “Don’t push yourself.”
I nod. “Wanda was trying to help me figure out how to use my powers. Something went wrong and I got stuck in my head, but it felt like it was longer than five minutes. It felt more like hours, and there was nothing I could do to control what was happening. There were just urges and feelings and no way to escape.”
“Are you okay?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Can you tell me about what you saw?”
I recount the scene from the farm, how I had to keep throwing water on the fire until I passed out. About Ward and Daisy. About seeing Coulson again. “It was like he was there. Like the day he died. More lucid that he’d been for months right before he passed. He knew more about what was happening than I did.”
“He always seemed to figure things out before everyone else.”
“He warned me about the last thing I saw. Said I wasn’t ready for it and that I never would be.”
“Was he right?”
“Yes,” I whisper. I press my lips together to keep myself from crying again. I suck in a sharp breath and wipe my cheeks. “He was right. He always was.”
“I saw how my mom died.”
“I thought she left when you were little.”
“No, she-” I take a shaky breath. “She was an Inhuman. She could control plants. She and I were playing in a clearing in the woods when I was about three. My dad was watching us. We were ambushed by a team of Hydra operatives. I think they were trying to bring her in or something, maybe for their experiments, but they didn’t try very hard. When I reached out for her, one of the operatives got spooked and started shooting. It turned into a full out firefight. My dad managed to get me out of there, but my mother was shot.”
“And I had to just watch while it happened. There was nothing I could do to stop it.” I cover my face with my hands. “I watched my own mother get murdered when I was a little kid because she was an Inhuman. Because she was different. And now I’m just like her, facing off against the same people, and I can’t even control my powers like she could.”
“You’ll get there. You’re already leaps ahead of where you were last week.”
“Webster is like four floors up right now,” he says. His brows pull together. “Did you not know that?”
“No, how could I?” I begin to panic, which sends my fingers sparking. I hold my hands tight to my chest and shuffle away from Clint. I shake my head and curl into myself.
“No, I can’t do this.” I can feel myself start to hyperventilate. “I can’t keep doing this. I can’t.”
“Give me your hand.”
“Gimme your hand, (Y/N),” he says. “I’m serious.”
I tentatively place my still sparking hand in his. The muscles in his forearm tense and I try to pull back. Clint doesn’t let me. Instead, he holds on tighter.
It dawns on me that he trusts me. Trusts that I won’t hurt him. I don’t want to hurt him. I won’t hurt him. I won’t. I won’t. I silently repeat it like a mantra and push down my panic. Clint relaxes.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I chant as Clint pulls me against him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m so sorry, Clint.”
“Honey, calm down,” he says. “You just gave me a little shock.”
“I could’ve hurt you.”
“You’d never hurt me. You’re too patient for that.” He ducks his head to look me in the eye. “I love you, (Y/N). I know you can get this.”
My heart hammers in my chest. “I love you too.”
Clint cups my face and kisses me. “We’ll do this together. Okay?”
I sniff once and nod. “Okay. Together.”
He smiles, kisses my forehead, and holds me close. I fall asleep against his chest.
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Hey! Maybe 17? Giggle one more time I dare you with ClintxReader?
I’ll tag you when I’m done
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It's okay😘 I know it's a lot of efforts to write a story 😊😊 Could you please write about Clintxreader? Where reader comments something like: if it were a movie I will be the best friend who gets them together. I am not interesting enough to be a protagonist! And Clint proves her wrong? It's okay if you don't have inspiration to write it!😊
holyyyyy shit I am SO SORRY that this took forever!! But its up! its done and I lowkey love it. It’s such a fun idea and I hope you enjoy it!! Thank you so much for requesting hun!!
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Clint Barton Imagine
Imagine topic: date night
You two never get any alone time because of missions
He gets a day off and decided to take you dancing
You find a very pretty midnight blue dress and he can't take his eyes off you
You get to the venue and you two are the best dressed
clint: "im gonna let you know this now, I can't dance"
"it's ok me neither"
You both take up the whole dance floor with everyone watching and cheering
Very awkward dance moves coming from clint
He spins and dips you ending your time at the venue
You decide to grab some ice cream on your way back home
You get (ice.c/f) and he gets mint chocolate chip
He takes you home and give you a goodnight kiss
"I love you y/n"
"I love you too Clint Barton"
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Pairing : Clint (oc) x Reader.
Word count : 1515
Warnings : Unplanned pregnancy. a little awkwardness.
Request : This was another fun request from @sorenmarie87.
“Shit.” you muttered, head going back and eyes shut. “How the fuck will I tell him..”
That night almost two months ago was hazy. Your best friend Laura was going away for a few months abroad, so there had been a going away party. A party during which you drank too much and slept with her twin brother. And slept with him again the next morning before heading home.
Being around Clint got awkward after that. You couldn't talk to him about it sober. And when you tried drinking, you'd find yourself in bed with him again. Bodies moving together beautifully, but the topic of discussion long forgotten until the morning when the awkwardness and the hangover were in full effect.
But there was no avoiding it anymore.
Grabbing your keys, you tucked the stick in your hoodie pocket and left the house.
It was an hour and a half drive to Clint’s work. His lumber mill was outside of town and on a massive lot of land, so the drive there you ran though the conversation in your head again and again. Trying to think of every possible outcome so you wouldn't end up disappointed.
You walked into the main building, your hands wringing your hoodie sleeves. “Hey..” you bit your bottom lip as you stepped up to the secretary desk. “Is uh- is Clint here?”
She eyed you for a moment before motioning towards a nearby office door.
“Thanks..” You went for the door that was slightly ajar. With a gentle knock, you pushed it open a touch and glanced in.
You stepped in, and when you set your eyes on his large frame, leaning over his desk as he rummaged through some papers, your mind went blank. Everything you had worked out in the car was gone. “Hey…”
Clint looked up, and seemed surprised to see you. He glanced around the office then back at you with his brow furrowed. “Did we have a meeting or something scheduled?”
“N-no.. why would we have a meeting?”
“I dunno.. maybe you wanted a job and I forgot..” he went back to rummaging, then straightened up when he seemed to find what he was looking for and started towards you and the door.
“No.. I was just hoping you were free to talk..”
He stopped and watched you for a moment. His eyes taking in how you fidgeted with your sleeve. “I'm actually about to head out into the woods. I need to mark where they'll be cutting tomorrow.”
“Oh..” you looked down at your hands. “Okay, I'll-”
“You can come with me, if you want.” You looked up and met his eyes. “We can talk out there.” You gave him a nod and a small smile. “Let's go.”
You rode in silence in Clint’s pick-up for about ten minutes before he pulled up to where his workers were taking a break. “I'll just be a minute.” He waited for your nod before he hopped out and headed for them.
You could faintly hear him telling them what tree's to plant and how many, while you looked out over the area that looked so clear compared to the rest of the forested area of Clint’s land. When your eyes landed on him again, he was pointing off somewhere in the distance, and then he was coming back to the truck.
“Planting tree's today?”
He glanced at you as he got in and nodded. “Two for every tree cut down, as always.” He smiled. “Also ordered some Fir and Spruce trees to plant near the front area, by the main building. Hoping in a few years I can give away Christmas trees to the families in town.” You smiled and nodded as he started driving along the makeshift road through the trees. That was such a Clint thing to do. “What?” he smiled and glanced from the road to you and them back again.
“You're so sweet.”
He chuckled softly and nodded, licking his lips as you both bounced along. It was only a few minutes before he was turning the truck off again and getting out. He motioned for you to follow, and you did.
“So, this talk we need to have. We having it? Or were you just letting me know we need to have one?” he glanced over at you as he walked.
“We should probably have it..” you watched as he looked up at a tree, moving around it.
His eyes shifted over to you once again, and then he gave you a nod. “Just give me a second. Forgot something in the truck.”
“Yeah.” you sighed and nodded, your shoulders drooping. You felt like he was already brushing you off.
Clint walked off back towards his truck, and when he returned, he had two cans of orange spray paint in his hands, and he handed one off to you before taking the cap off the other. “If I had known it would be about us maybe we could have had the talk somewhere else, instead of dragging you all the way out here.”
“It's fine.” you watched as he spray painted an orange line across the tree, marking where it would be cut. “I like it out here.”
He smiled to himself as he moved on, looking from tree to tree. “Me too.” you followed quietly behind him. “Is this about the other night?”
“It's about one of them.. or.. all of them, I guess, since I can’t pinpoint which one just yet..”
Clint stopped and looked back at you. “What?” You were avoiding looking him in the eyes and that worried him. “What's going on?”
Taking a deep breath, you decide to just get it over with. “I'm pregnant.”
“You're-” his eyes studied your face for a moment before they drifted down to your stomach. “I- are-” he stuttered.
“I'm sure.” You pulled the test out of your pocket and held it out. “And if it wasn't yours, I wouldn't be here. There hasn't been anyone else.”
He stared at you in silence for a bit, your hand holding the test out in the air, and finally he took it and looked down. “Shit.. it's positive..”
You nodded, once again nervously chewing your bottom lip. He’d been quiet for a minute or two when you decided maybe you should go. “I'll find my way back..” You turned and started towards the truck.
“Do you know what you want to do?”
You shook your head, keeping your back to him. “When I figure it out I'll let you know, I guess..”
You heard leaves crunching under his boots as he took a step closer. “We can figure it out together, if you want.” You turned and looked at him, the hope in his eyes. “Whatever you decide, I'll be there, every step of the way.”
“You don't have to-”
“I want to.” He stepped closer again. “I-” he sighed. “Honestly, I loved that first night. Waking up next to you.” he smiled. “I've been trying to tell you, ask you out or something, but every time I see you things get so awkward. Or we get smashed and I forget all about it because your there. Let me take you out tonight. We'll figure us out, and figure out the rest from there.”
You gave him a nod tearing up and rushed to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I was so scared to tell you. Scared you'd never want to see me again..”
He chuckled softly. “Of course I'd want to see you again. And it's Laura you should be worried about telling.”
“Laura?” you looked up at him confused. “Why?”
“Best friend having a kid with her twin brother? It could go either way.” he shrugged.
“You want to keep it?”
“Oh god, she'd love the idea.” he shook his head with a smile. “Probably already has names picked out. I bet you the second you tell her, she has a list of names.”
“Clint.. are you saying you want a kid? With me?”
“I've always wanted a family. That happy little white picket fence fantasy of mine may or may not include you.” You cocked an eyebrow at him. “It does.”
He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and you closed your eyes. “I want that too.”
“Then I guess the us factor has already been figured out.”
You opened your eyes and he was smiling at you. “I guess so.”
He motioned to the trees with his head. “You busy? Or can you stick around and help me finish quicker. I'm suddenly real excited to get out of work.”
You blushed and nodded. “I can help. I called in sick today.”
“Call in sick tomorrow, too.” You gave him a confused look. “I don't want to be rushed in the morning. I want to treat you right.” Your eyebrows shot up at that. “I'm talking about breakfast. Get your mind out of the gutter.” he teased, making you laugh. “You never have time for breakfast with me when you work. You're missing out.” he winked.
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Well that’s kinky - Clint x Reader for @hollandroos writing challenge
Premise: Clint learns how easily (y/n) blushes and gets embarrassed and, starts to reply by saying everything is kinky to mess with her
Warnings: Mentions of smut, friends to lovers (ish), fluff, more so dirty talk (again, ish)
AN: Laura doesn’t exist in this sorry, I love her, but for the sake of the story, this is more based on Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes or Avengers Assemble (aka sarcastic kinda asshole Clint and not him in the movies where he acts like wet paint)
AN pt. 2: Okay, I haven’t published a fanfic in over four years so PLEASE be nice. I don’t know if this is any good, but I really love @hollandroos work, so I decided to give this a shot.
Length: 2k ish
I thought that being a SHIELD field agent would be it, the most overwhelming job that you could have. From flying around the world, the undercover work, the nearly weekly hospital trips. That was it right? And it was until my friend Natasha convinced standing Director Hill to appoint me to the Avengers as a liaison between the Avengers and SHIELD since the Accords did not work out so well. This position was created in hopes that there would be more accountability, but would not turn the Avengers into merely a unit of SHIELD.
Life with the Avengers was...an adventure even when there wasn't a mission. It took about a year with me to get comfortable with the rest of the Avengers. Natasha would tease me about only wearing my SHIELD uniform, or a variation of it, while with the Avengers till eventually her and Wanda stole all of them forcing me to dress usually. That’s when more teasing started but this time, from Clint.
“Hey Tony, Steve, I have a couple of forms that I would appreciate if you would fill out.” I handed each of them a thin manilla folder with a few forms in them, “SHIELD essentially just wants a further understanding of what happened with Thanos so that we can prevent this from happening again if possible.” I explained a little nervously pulling on the skirt that I was wearing. Wanda and I went on an “I came back from the dead” shopping spree, a little morbid I know, and she encouraged me to buy what she called “office chic” so hence a multitude of pencil skirts and blouses.
“Thank you y/n; I’ll try to get these finished tonight” Steve gave me a small smile before heading back either to his room or to train.
“Loving the office porn look y/n...real kinky” Clint strolled past grabbing a cup of coffee.
“Clint that’s not appropriate at all.” Steve sighed giving me a forgiving glance as my face, and entire body turned red with embarrassment, and I nearly shoved the second folder into Tony’s hands before running off back to my room to get away from Clint. After I was forced to stop wearing my uniform, Clint started to say everything that I would do, from making coffee to training was kinky, just so that he would get a rise out of me. He knew I hated it, Natasha knew I hated it, and for some reason, that just made it all the more fun for him.
It was three in the morning, and I just couldn’t sleep. It had been a quiet week since Clint, and a few of the others had on a mission and they still weren’t due back for at least another day or two. I tiredly walked to the kitchen wearing a pair of athletic shorts and a loose fitting oversized t-shirt that in bold letters said STARK EXPO 2024 that fell a bit off of my shoulder but I never really cared as no one ever saw me in my pajamas.
“Mine as well finish these…” I mumbled to myself making coffee and grabbing the half-finished case reports from the last mission earlier in the month. Not being able to sleep had become a habit of all the Avengers recently. From nightmares of the Soul Stone to recurring nightmares from days while under the control of HYRDA to just not being able to sleep because some people decided to train when they can’t sleep.
“Staying up late waiting for me y/n? And in that tiny outfit? Very kinky.” I groaned hearing Clint’s incredibly unwelcomed voice fill the kitchen.
“Please go away.” I sighed not having the energy to deal with him and the reports. “If you stay, you’re helping me with the reports.” I mentally prayed that would be enough for him to leave me alone.
“I’ll do you one better agent…” Clint chuckled grabbing one of the report folders, kissing me quickly on the top of my head, and just walked away. I looked up at him bewildered but went back to work convincing myself that he just took the report and that was all.
“Come on y/n; you can hit harder than that!” Bucky laughed, and all I wanted to do was lay on the mat and fall asleep.
"You are not human! No, I cannot hit harder than that!” I tried again throwing all my weight at the super soldier, then crashing to the ground as he stepped out of the way. It felt like it was something out of Charlie Brown.
“Need some help up?” Bucky asked holding his hand out to me, and I sighed grabbing it, only to use all of my strength to pull him back down and using my legs to try and flip him over, but I was only able to accomplish pulling him on top of me. “I try and help you, and this is how you repay me?” He laughs rolling overlaying on his back next to me.
“You’ve literally flirted with every guy in this compound, and now you’re in that tight ass outfit...now that’s kinky.” Clint sat down next to me and laughed at me.
“That’s it.” I pushed myself off the floor now just sick of it, “Clint, you have to stop this. I am so sick of the teasing. I don’t know what you are trying to prove here or do, but just stop! I am trying to be a fucking professional here, and you’re acting like a child who just learned a new word!” I yelled before grabbing my bag and pushing past Natasha and Sam who had come to train as well.
“Clint, what the fuck did you say to here?” I overheard Natasha yell at Clint before I locked myself in my room.
I had known Clint when we were both agents at SHIELD, but we were never close. After a few missions together, I developed a bit of an overwhelming crush on him. I was able to keep things professional with him, and it was never an issue, however as I started to work more and more closely that crush just turned into annoyance with his immature comments. Despite our newly developed tense relationship, I still was seriously into him.
To push the events of the training room out of my head, I decided to get into my pajamas again and get back to work finishing up another stack of reports as well as getting started on some research for the next mission that we have set up.
After a few hours, there was a knock at the door, and I glanced at my phone noticing that again, it was past midnight.
“Coming.” I stood up grabbing one of my oversized sweatshirts and pulled it on before opening the door to Clint standing in front of me “Oh. Uh, hi?” I was shocked that not only had Clint shown up at my door, but he had not made any comments about my attire or anything yet.
“Can we talk for a minute?” Clint asked already walking past me into my room not waiting for me to reply.
“Well, you’re already in my room…” My voice trailed off realizing how messy my room was. “Sorry for the mess Agent Barton...” I mumbled pulling my hair into a messy bun so it would be out of my face.
“No.” He shook his head sitting on my desk, not on the chair that was right there. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I’d like to say I didn’t know how much my comments were bugging you but you made that pretty clear that it wasn’t funny and they were bugging you.” Clint never apologized to anyone, ever. I stood there a little shocked not knowing what to say. “Natasha kinda beat it into my head that I was hurting you. And yeah, you were right, I was acting like a little kid, and that was stupid as fuck.”
“I appreciate the apology, Clint,” I said pulling on the sleeves of my sweatshirt not sure what to do at this point.
“She mentioned something else to me.” Something in Clint’s voice changed at this point, going back to his normal cocky voice, “Something about you. Well, a few things about you.”
I felt like my stomach just dropped when he mentioned that and nodded slowly, shaking a little as well. Clint smiled a little and walked closer to me.
“Natasha happened to mention, that for the past couple of years since we started working at SHIELD together, you...how did she put wouldn’t mind if I fucked you against a wall.” He quoted giving me the sexiest smile that he could, and I honestly felt like I could either melt or wish I could just run away.
My mouth nearly dropped open in shock, beyond shocked that Nat would tell him I said that. I tried to come up with something to say, something that would resolve this situation and just get Clint out of my room. Embarrassed was not the right word to describe how I felt in this moment. I wanted to run away, to erase every moment of this situation, and I wanted to kill Natasha.
“I do have a small...recollection of saying that.” I said this barely over a whisper not looking at Clint.
“So you are kinky?” He teased again gently putting his hand on my cheek, and I finally looked up at him.
“No!” I nearly yelled, “I mean, I don’t know...probably not?” I rambled on stepping back away from Clint, again playing with the edges of my sweatshirt.
“Well, either way, y/n, I wouldn’t mind fucking you against a wall.” He smiled again, “Y/n, I get the comments weren’t the way to go, but I have admired you for a while now, you’re an amazing agent, you’re an amazing girl, and I am sorry that I made you uncomfortable. I care about you so much and never want to make you uncomfortable again.” Clint continued, even though it was generally uncharacteristic of him, I knew that he was genuine
“So you’ll stop with the comments?” I asked hopeful. As much as I wanted a relationship with Clint, I still knew that I needed to keep things professional.
“I’ll stop with those comments,” He paused to kiss me before continuing quickly, “but I am going to have to comment on the fact that you are my girlfriend.” He laughed quietly and kissed me again, this time I had enough time to kiss him back. As we kissed, I put my arms on his shoulder leaning up against him, still a little embarrassed with the idea that this was happening.
After a bit, I finally pulled away. In my head, I made up the excuse it was because my hair tie was falling out, but it was because I was just getting overwhelmed by the whole situation. I had not been in a relationship for over three years, so this was mostly new to me.
“Get some sleep, okay y/n? I’ll see you in the morning” Clint smiled kissing my cheek again.
“Wait, Clint.” I grabbed his hand, “Dumb question, but you’re serious right? You’re my boyfriend?”
“Yes y/n.” He laughed leaning down and kissed me again.
“That’s kinky.” I teased kissing him before pushing him out of my room needing to get some sleep.
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[Also, until I actually watch the Black Panther and Avengers 3, I probably won’t be working on any characters from the Black Panther including T’Challa. I would rather not see spoilers...]
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