Marvel Imagines & Preferences

Clint- Black Friday

"Y/N! GET UP!"

A pillow smacked you in the face and you groaned loudly, squinting at your assailant. Clint stood above you in the darkness, fully clothed and wearing a jacket.

"It's go time, come on!" He cried, ripping the blankets off of you.

"Ugh, what are you doing?" You moaned, putting your hands over your eyes. "What time is it?"

"It's four in the morning," he replied. "Black Friday, baby! Come on, let's go!"

"No," you complained, flipping over, "I'm tired."

"Don't care, you said you'd come. So wether you like it or not, you're coming."

Without a warning, Clint reached over and lifted you off of the bed. He threw you over his shoulder and carried you into the living room as you cried out loudly.

"Clint Barton!" You shrieked. "You put me down right now!"

Clint did as you asked, pouting dramatically at you. "Please come with me?"

You sighed and put your hands on your hips.

"Pleeeeease," he asked, putting his hand on the back of your head. "I'll make it worth your while, I promise."

You smirked and narrows your eyes at him. "Fine. You win."

"Yes!" He whooped, kissing you passionately. "Now go get dressed or they're gonna be out of everything."

"Who?!"

"EVERYONE!"

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"Alright, time to get some presents," Clint said, parking the car in front of the very crowded shopping mall. "Let's go!"

You picked up the massive cup of coffee that was keeping you awake from the center console and stepped out of the car. Clint was already way ahead of you, and you had to run to catch up to him. He grabbed your hand and dragged you through the throngs of people, picking things up right and left.

Much, much later, you were both loaded down with bags and heading for the car. You were wide awake now, and Clint was as energetic as always.

"Hey, Y/N," he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at you as you passed the Victoria's Secret, "What about a stop in there?"

"In your dreams, Barton," you laughed.

"Oh you bet," he smirked and you kicked the back of his leg jokingly.

After you managed to fit all of the bags into the trunk of Clint's car, you both sat in the car, adjusting to the disappearance of insanity.

"Solid job, Y/L/N," he grinned and put his hand on your knee.

As he began the drive home, you looked over at him. "So when are you gonna buy my present?" You teased.

"Well I was going to today until you said we couldn't go into Victoria's Secret."

"Oh shut up," you rolled your eyes.

"Kidding," he smiled. "You, you impatient person, will have to wait until Christmas to see the phenomenon of a gift I have gotten you."

"You talk a big game."

"I play a big game too," he winked.

"I look forward to it, then."

Clint looked over at you and put his hand on top of yours. "As you should."