The Lone Wolf (Clint Barton)

Chapter 9: Confessions

Jackie POV:

We landed in Paris at 2:30 pm EST-8:30 pm. I hailed a cabbie to take us to the Four Seasons Hotel George V. We hauled our luggage up to our room. I opened the door to reveal our living room. Clint's mouth fell open. Smirking, I grabbed my suitcase and went to claim my room. The first I walked into was stunning, so, I claimed it. I went and looked in my bedroom, which was amazing! I back into my room then went into the walk-in closet, which was shared with Clint's bedroom. After unpacking my things, I went into Clint's bedroom. He was flopped out on the bed, asleep. I guess every assassin has to go to sleep at some point. I leaned down so I could be at eye level with him.

"Clint." I whispered.

"What?" He mumbled.

"Are you going to change? Cause I've slept in jeans before and they're not the most comfortable things in the world."

"Mmm."

"Clint, you going to change?"

"Mmm."

"Clint."

"Mmm!" This time he tried to hit me but I dodged his arm.

"Clinton. Answer me."

"No." He grunted

I smiled at how cute he was, "Okay then. Good night Clint." I got up to go change into my pjs and go to bed.

Clint grabbed my arm. "Stay."

I turned my head to look at him, "What?"

"Please stay." Clint opened his eyes enough to give me his puppy-eyes.

"Okay, let me go change into some pjs alright?" He nodded his head and closed his eyes again. I quickly changed into my PJs. I slipped into bed with Clint and pulled the covers over us, feeling him shift and wrap his arms around me before I drifted off.

*****(Paris, Two Days Later)*****

The next two days we spent in Paris. I showed him all the sights and some really good bakery shops. On the third night, went out to our balcony that gave us a perfect view of the Effiel Tower. was watching the fireworks that went off every July 14th when I felt Clint wrap his arms around my waist. "They're beautiful ain't they?" I asked, looking at the fireworks.

"Prettiest thing I ever saw." Clint whispered close to my ear, his breath tickling me. Feeling someone looking at me, I looked up to see Clint looking at me. It wasn't until I turned around that I saw how close we were. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck. Slowly we both leaned in. I felt him smirking into the kiss. Pulling away first, I turned back around to look at the fireworks while Clint nuzzled his head into my neck, peppering it with short loving kisses.

"Well, that was..." Clint trailed off.

"Overdue." I finished.

I felt him smile. "Yeah. Overdue." I turned enough to hug him from the side and lean my head on his shoulder. We watched the fireworks for about an hour until my eyes were feeling heavier by the second, so I finally gave into them and leaned against Clint. I felt him hook his arm under my knees and carry me to my bed. I heard his words right before going to sleep. "You haven't an idea how much I love you."

*****(Paris, Next Morning)*****

I woke up feeling something heavy on me. Looking down, I saw Clint. He was laying on top of me. I started stroking his hair. I don't how long it was before he woke up. "Hey there Hotshot." I whispered, causing him to look up at me. I started giggling, "You look so adorable with your morning hair and sleepy eyes!"