Avengers Imagines

Grease part 3

Totally took this from a movie btw. If you've seen it name the movie in the Comments! Translations at the end.

DISCLAIMER- I do not wish to offend anybody by this at all.

"Nacho, taco o burrito?"

"Can I have a hot dogo?" Clint asked. You choked on your drink from the absurdity of his request. You held out your hand to stop the witty retort.

"Él no hablaba nada de español, tómalo con calma en él." You said as Clint's brows furrowed.

"What did you say?"

"I told him you didn't speak any Spanish. Now do you want nachos, a taco or a burrito?" You asked.

"I'll just skip this time." He said rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Don't ever refuse food from a Mexican, it's offensive." You said getting one of each for him. You grabbed a drink and sat down at a table by yourselves. You were taking a risk. A large one at that. It was your 18th birthday and your family had thrown a fiesta. You were definitely rushing thins but the sooner the better right? The sooner your padres find out the less angry they'll be. Clint didn't make eye contact with anyone, not even you.

"Clint, if your uncomfortable we can go." You said, watching his pick at his nachos.

"I don't belong here toots. I'm not Meh-he-can-o" Clint attempted.

"Mexicano"

"Whatever. I'm not one of them. One of you. I was delusional." He said shaking his head.

"Clint what are you saying?" You asked.

"I'm saying I don't want to further our relationship anymore chica." Clint said with a sad smile.

"Clint, you can't base our relationship off of one party." You said trying not to raise your voice.

"They all look at me like I'm some weird alien or something. I can't be with you and be comfortable."

"So all you want is comfort. As long as things look good on the outside you'll try but the moment things seem off you run away. I thought you were different. Parece que como cualquier otra persona blanca." You said under your breath.

"You know I don't understand you." He said, trying not to get angry.

"That's the point." You said. "You can go- go home, you don't have to call." You said leaving your food and taking your drink.

"Wait- I didn't mean it quit like that."

"Then what did you mean?! You're making a scene Clint, leave now before one of us do something we regret." You said so only he could hear.

"I'm making a scene?! So now it's all my fault. If I remember correctly this was your idea. So don't you dare tell me this is my fault." Clint said, gripping the table until his knuckles turned white.

"Why're you holding back Clint? There's something you want to say to me? Say it." You urged, wanting him to say something so you had a reason to turn your back on him.

"Don't do this."

"Say it."

"Please."

"Say it Goddamit!"

"You know I guess I was wrong about you. For a moment I thought you weren't like all the other Mexicans but it turns out you're exactly the same. You have a misconception about white people and you believe the stupid lies your parents told you because you can't make a decision for yourself." He said to you, looking you straight in the eyes.

"Leave, leave and don't come back." You said turning your face from him. He said nothing, bumping shoulders with you as he passed.

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Translation-
"He doesn't know any Spanish go easy on him."
"Looks like you're like every other white person."