Marvel Imagines

Clint- Sleep

You're sitting in your room, reading, when your best friend, and crush, pounds on the door to your bedroom. Your eyes flicker to the clock on your nightstand. It's a little past eleven, meaning Clint's either here to sleep, or... Yeah. He's definitely here to sleep.

"(Y/n)?" Clint says from behind the door.

You sigh and set down your book. Once you've opened the door, you lean against the frame and raise an eyebrow. "Yes?"

He breezes by you and flops down onto your bed, pulling the blankets around his body and snuggling up to your pillow. "I'm sleeping in here,"

"Sure, you can sleep in here, Clint. Why don't you come on in?" You mutter, closing the door and returning to your spot on the bed. An hour later, your eyes begin to sting from the lack of sleep.

"I can feel you struggling to keep your eyes open," Clint murmurs, his head now on your lap and his body curled around your legs.

Smiling, you lift your hand that had been playing with Clint's short hair and rub your eyes. "'M almost done, Clint. Just a little bit-" You cut yourself off with a yawn. Clint plunks the book from your hands and softly tosses it away from the bed, "Hey, I was reading that!"

He smile and looks up at you with puppy dog eyes. "Please go to bed, I bet you it's passed midnight."

You scoff, "Clint, it's not passed midnight..." Your eyes widen when you see the clock, it's red lights blinking 12:30.

Clint smirks, then sits up and reaches to turn the light off. In doing so, he's practically on top of of. His breath hits your neck, making a blush spread across your cheeks. You try your best to cover it up by playfully shoving Clint and turning off the light yourself, but you've been caught.

"Were you blushing, (Y/n)?" Clint teases, wiggling his eyebrows and sliding back under the sheets.

Frowning, you shake your head and burry yourself under the covers. Thankfully, now that the room was pitch black, he couldn't see the red spreading to your ears. "I wasn't blushing,"

Clint's hand finds your shoulder, only for him to grab your body and wrap his arms around you. "Mm, sure you weren't."

Your heart skipped a beat when he nuzzled his face into your hair. "Shouldn't you be sleeping in your room? Ya'know, the one right next to mine-?"

"Shh, can't sleep in there tonight." He murmurs.

"And why is that?"

Clint sighs. "I dunno? Your beds softer then mine,"

"We have the same exact beds-"

"I just... Need you, okay?" Clint whispers.

You shift the other way so you're face to face with him. "You could've just told me that in the beginning." You say with a small smile.

He furrows his eyebrows, "You're going to hate me for this,"

"Wha-?"

Clint leans forward and softly presses his lips onto yours. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead on yours. "You gonna kick me out?"

"Not a chance,"