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Clint BartonxReader Imagine.

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No character characteristics.
(Y/n/n)= Your Nickname.

"Clint?" (Y/n) called her boyfriend's name as she looked for him around the house, after her shower. It was getting dark already and she couldn't find him anywhere. She looked on the living room, the bedroom, the kitchen, knocked at the bathroom, but she couldn't find him. She just wanted to tell him something, nothing important actually, but she wanted to.

She looked for him outside the house, at the porch, and finally she saw him at a pretty far distance from the front door, sitting on a rock after what seemed for her practicing some archery. She tried to be silent as she walked towards him but her steps on the grass were exactly the opposite. However, he didn't hear anything because when she got close enough to him and touched his shoulder he jumped like a meter up thanks to the scare his girlfriend gave him.

"Jesus, (y/n)!" He said placing a hand on his chest. "Hey, Clint!" (Y/n) said on a playful voice. Clint already knew what was coming and he rolled his eyes. "Do you wanna build a snowman?" They both said at the same time, just Clint imitating (y/n) on a childish way and a higher pitch on his voice tone. (Y/n) pretended to be mad. "You're so mean, Clint!" She fake-cried. "You always say the same to me!" He threw his hands on the air tiredly.

"Cause I want to play with you, Clint!" She defended herself. Clint stood up and walked towards her. "Oh, do you want us to play?" He approached slowly to her as she walked backwards away from him. "Clint... Don't you dare..." At that moment, the archer jumped on her and they both fell on the grass, he was tickling her until he noticed she wasn't just laughing. She was also complaining with pain. "What's wrong, (y/n)?" He asked as he stopped tickling her. (Y/n) moved her hand and complained again. "Ouch!" He looked at her hand but it didn't look so bad.

"Does it hurt too much?" His expression suddenly turning worried as (y/n) started crying a little, just a little. "Mmhhm" she nodded looking at her hand and back at her boyfriend. She was trying not to cry but soft sobs were coming out of her throat. "Let me see..." He softly took her hand and looked for several damage on it. "It's gonna be fine, don't worry." He finally said.

She looked at him a little angry. "What?" He asked innocently. "I came to play with you and I end with a hurt hand!" She reclaims as she stands up. "Sorry" he says chuckling a little. She ignored him and headed back to the house. "Come on, (y/n)!" He said following her. "I'm sorry! I won't tickle you ever again!" No response. "Please (y/n/n)!" She was trying not to laugh as she was just pretending.

They arrived to the porch and she gave her back to him. "(Y/n)!" He called almost desperately and she couldn't take it anymore. She looked at him, laughed and said, "Calm down! It's okay" she opened the door giggling as her boyfriend went to look for the first aid kit and then back to try to heal his girlfriend. "Ow, ow..." She said as he moved his hand trying to be gentle. "It's okay, it's okay, you'll be better in a minute." He said as he placed a bandage on her left hand, which went from her palm to her wrist.

"You know what? I'll make it up to you. Go change into some pajamas and I'll go shower, and we'll watch a movie while we eat popcorn" he winked at (y/n) and she smiled excited as she nodded, he then kissed her shortly and left. After fifteen minutes or so they were laying on their bed, cuddling close to each other, eating not just popcorn but chocolate, marshmallows and cookies. The movie you decided to watch was "Where the heart is." By the end of the movie, (y/n) was deep sleeping on Clint's arms. When Clint saw her, he chuckled, kissed her forehead and said, "goodnight baby."

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Okaaaaay excuse my writer's block. I'm sorry I have zero inspiration. I hope you like it anyways.
Love,
~The writer x.