A cold Autumn breeze rattled my bones and made me huddle closer to my grey eyed husband.
He looked down at me, smiling that im-so-charming-and-you-love-me smile that shows his lovely eye crinkles.
The corners of my lips pull up and I crane my neck, pecking Clint's cheek and giggling as he pulls me in for a more close kiss that requires our mouthes.
As we break apart, the line for the movie tickets goes up and he quickly orders the little pieces of paper before cuddling me into his side once again and walking into the double doors of the theatre.
The screen shines brightly, high audio speakers blaring as we sit at the edge of our seats. It was an action movie, Ofcourse.
As if Clint and I would see anything different, the thought makes me laugh.
The movie was actually about these two guys, one representing America and the other being Russian. Then in the end they fall in love. It was crazy, but a complete rollercoaster. So maybe it was a romance. I dunno.
Suddenly it showed the two guys, kissing each other in fevered bliss during a slowed down fight scene. I turned to Clint, glancing at his lips as he still studied the screen.
"Are you going to just sit there, or are you going to kiss me," he whispers, finally turning his heady eyes to mine and grinning.
I giggle, leaning in and connecting our lips together, making sure job one behind us could see us two lip locked. It was nice. That is until a crazy action scene sprung on the screen and made me jump. The audio in this place is hella crazy.
Clint held his hand up to his mouth, trying not to laugh. I lightly punched him in the arm, giggling and leaning back into him for a quick peck. He's so ridiculous.
The movie ended in the next hour, and I still felt adrenaline pumping through my veins at all the action parts. I couldn't wait to get home and do some sparring, since Clint looked just as pumped as me.
"Ready to go?" He asked, opening the double doors for me as we walked back out into the icy air.
I smiled, nodding my head and snuggling into his side.
When we reached the outside of the theater, my eyes widened at the event before us.
Tony, in his tin can suit, turned his head from blasting a beam and shouted at Clint and I.
"Get your lazy asses in here!"
Clint and I shared a smile and quickly composed ourselves to take on the enemy in the parking lot.
It was our job, after all.
"We should take a movie night more often," he boasted before we were off, fighting along with Tony.
We should.
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Marvel Imagines
Fanfiction(I take requests!) This is practically just a book of scenarios between the reader and a Marvel character. Although I do more Avenger ones but shhhhh. It is also currently under editing because I've become a much better writer, I like to think, alth...
