Marvel/Avengers One-Shots!

I Don't Even Know Your Name Part 2 [Clint - Fluff]

A/N - Apparently a lot of you guys enjoyed the first part of this and so you requested a part two! Well, my lovey readers, your wish is my command!
I'd like to dedicate this one to Yavanna80 since she's the biggest Clint fan I know, and she also requested a part 2!

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"Aha!" Clint spoke out loud, finally finding your picture alongside one of the many (y/n)'s on S.H.I.E.L.D's database. He had only met you last night, but couldn't contain himself and had to find out more about you.

"(Y/n) (y/l/n)." He whispers to himself. He quickly uploads your file to a memory stick and swiftly jumps back into the vent to leave. He had managed to sneak into the S.H.I.E.L.D base using his expert Avengers skills, and only had to bribe three guards in the process.
He happily headed back to the Avengers tower with a spring in his step, feeling a sense of accomplishment from the successful mini mission.

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Soon, he had read through your full file and had gained personal information on you such as your home address and mobile number. He contemplated how creepy it would be to turn up at your front door, so opted for a call instead.

He immediately dialled the number and it began to ring. He felt a nervousness deep in his stomach that he wasn't too familiar with, it set him on edge a little.

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"Hello?" You answer a little unsure as the number was unknown.
"Hi, is this (y/n)?" The manly voice asks.
"Yes, who's this?" You question.
"It's Clint, from last night!" His tone takes an exclamatory lilt.
"Clint? How did you get my number?" You're bewildered but try to keep calm.
"I'm an Avenger I have access to many things." He sounds smug and you can imagine the smirk on his face.
"Oh, okay then." You reply still shocked.
"I was, uh, wondering if you fancied going out sometime? For coffee, a meal, alcoholic drinks, wherever, it's your choice." He sounds nervous and you take a moment to comprehend the situation. Your silence panics him and he begins to speak again. "Or not, we don't have to, I just thought-"
"Yes, Clint. I'll go for coffee with you. How about 1pm tomorrow at the little cafe on the corner by the Tower?" You cut him off, resulting in him giving a sigh of relief.
"Perfect. I guess I'll see you then!" He replies, you can hear the victory in his voice and you stifle a laugh at the thought that you were the one to make him this happy.
"Don't be late!" You mock warn.
"I won't!" He replies enthusiastically before hanging up.

You clutch your phone to your chest as you take in a deep breath. THE Clint Barton had just asked you out. You were going on a date with Hawkeye!
You began to do a little excited dance in the middle of your living room. Not only did you have a date with one of coolest Avengers, but he was actually the one to show an interest in you! It wasn't you chasing him!

You run to your bedroom as you begin to plan an outfit for tomorrow.

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The following day arrives quickly and before you know it you're walking down the street toward the cosy cafe. You had opted for simple jeans and a floaty pale pink blouse, complete with a beige crocheted cardigan.
As you entered the small shop, you noticed Clint already sitting at a table for two in the corner. You smile at him and he gives a shy little wave as he spots you. You cross the room and sit down opposite him.
"Hello." You grin.
"Wow, you actually came! Hi!" He speaks like an excited child again, like he had on the phone.
"I ordered for us both." He announces after a brief moment.
"Oh, great. Thanks." You smile.
As if on cue, the waitress brings two cups over to the table she hands you a latte and Clint an average cup of coffee. How did Clint know you preferred latte?
You both thank the waitress and turn back to conversation as you add your necessary amount of sugar into the mug.
"So how did you actually get my number?" You ask.
Clint chuckles. "That's a funny story actually. I sorta, may have snuck into S.H.I.E.L.D and got your file." He admits, seemingly a little bashful.
"Seriously?" You ask, pulling an amused but shocked expression. "You went to all that trouble for me? Well that's dedication!" You laugh.
"Well, uh yeah." He rubs the back of his neck nervously, worried you would think him to be some form of stalker.
"I just have one question." You state, putting your spoon down on the table and giving him your full attention.
"Sure." He replies, cautiously.
"How did you know I like lattes? That isn't on my S.H.I.E.L.D file." You chuckle.
He smiles back at you.
"Well, that was just a lucky guess." He smirks as he takes a sip of his coffee.

The rest of the date goes just as smoothly and you find out that you both have a lot in common. By the end of it, you are both besotted with each other and you can't help but feel excited butterflies in your stomach as he walks you home. The time had gotten away from the pair of you and you had found yourself still sitting in the cafe at 6pm when they had wanted to close up.

Finally reaching the doorway to your house, you turn to face the somewhat disappointed Clint.
"Everything okay?" You ask.
"Yeah, it's just I didn't think your house would be this close. If I had known I would've suggested the long way around." He laughs but you know he's serious.
"I want to spend more time with you too." You admit. "Maybe we could do something again soon?"
"How about tomorrow? We could go for a meal?" Clint asks with hope in his eyes.
"Sure." You chuckle.
You both look at each other as you fall into a silence that's filled with anticipation.

Then you notice Clint slowly lean toward you. You know what's about to come and you close your eyes to accept it. His lips gently brush over yours as an experiment to see if you would pull away. When you remain firmly on the spot, he adds a little more pressure, bringing his hands up to rest on the small of your back. You also move your hands, resting them on his chest as you reciprocate the kiss. After a few moments, you pull away from each other, both blushing and giggling nervously.
"I look forward to tomorrow." Clint mumbles, his voice getting a little caught on his nerves.
"Me too." You smile as Clint begins to retreat down your driveway. "Oh and Clint?" You call out. He turns to face you. "My S.H.I.E.L.D file doesn't have information on my favourite food, so let me pick tomorrow." You wink, causing him to turn a light shade of red as he nods.