Avengers Preferences and Imagines

Game Day (Clint Barton)

**Edited and Revised on 01/26/21**

Thanks to  @Mak_n_cheesy for requesting this one. 

Prompt: "You're Tony's sister and Clint's girlfriend and you get hurt playing college soccer

Gameday was your favorite day. It never failed to get your blood pumping and your adrenaline going. There was something about the energy of game day that you just lived for. "Stark are you ready?" your coach yelled, and you nodded, jogging over to join the rest of the team. Yeah, my name is (y/n) Stark. Yes, that Stark. Tony Starks little sister. But i didn't like to think of myself. I liked to think of myself as a star athlete and soccer team captain first. I also like to think of myself as the cooler, more polite version of my brother. Which is a fair and true definition. The only downfall of being Tony Starks sister was that he brought all of the Avengers to every single one of your games. They were not quiet spectators either. They were always yelling and cheering for me, or picking a fight with the ref. It was embarrassing. But there was one face that I could always pick out in the crowd that fueled me with motivation. Watching me play was one of the only times that he could be seen genuinely smiling in public. When we were alone it was different. With his black shades and a casual leather jacket look, my boyfriend looked to be both out of place and having a miserable time. But I knew better. Clint loved watching me play, every time I won a game he would take me out for ice-cream or whatever treat I wanted. But if the team lost Clint would take me to the bar for drinks to drown my sorrows. Win or lose I got something good out of it and amazing quality time with my boyfriend. Another reason I  loved game days, rewards, and quality time with Clint. 

It was coming down to the last few minutes of the game and my team had to score in order to win the game. And I was hell-bent on being the one who did it for the team. It was the last twenty seconds and my teammate had the ball. Signaling that I was open, she passed me the ball. Five seconds left... I was never going to make it all the way down the field. But I knew that I had to... so I did the only thing I could do I ran full speed at the net and kicked the ball at the net while sliding towards it. The ball soared through the air and landed in the net. The crowd went up in cheers and my world exploded into pain. I screamed and fell where I was on the field. The pain was unbelievable and the tears were fully streaming down my face at this point. And I let them come. I didn't care. "Y/N!" I heard two familiar voices screaming my name as they ran across the field towards me, I didn't know how they had made it down here so fast.  Clint made it to me first and was cradling me in his strong arms with my back pressed up against his firmly muscled chest. "Y/n baby, what's wrong? What hurts? Can you walk?" He asked and I could hear the panic that was laced in his words. I nodded and threw my arm around his neck for support but collapsed when I tried to take a step. Clint lowered me softly down to the ground so we could assume our previous position. 

When Tony finally reached us with the medics, he was panting and out of breath but I could see the worry racing across his dark brown eyes that reminded me so much of our fathers. "Clint is she okay?" He asked my boyfriend frantically. Clint shook his head and the obvious worry in both of their eyes grew even more evident. "That's it. Medic, take her please" Tony declared and my expression quickly went from pained to horrified. "Tony NO! You can't!" I shrieked starting to sob again. It was any player's worst nightmare to be taken off the field by paramedics. "Y/n baby he's right. You can't walk and I could carry you but if I move you too much more I could do even more damage. I'm sorry baby girl he has to." Clint told me stroking my hair in an attempt to comfort me. I cried into my boyfriends chest the best I could from this angle. Clint had given Tony a nod to signal he should let the medics through and Clint had just held me in his arms waiting for the medics to get me taken off of the field. When they did Clint and Tony both insisted on riding in the back of the ambulance with me on the way to the hospital. When we arrived there and consulted with a doctor he told me what was the most awful news of my career. I had torn my ACL. I had to have emergency surgery. It would be a twelve-week recovery process on crutches and another 3 with a full leg brace. No sports for months, and even after all that time I might not be able to play anymore. I was torn apart. 

But there was no time for emotions. I had to be in surgery or I ran the risk of never playing again. I hugged Tony and kissed his cheek and kissed Clint goodbye. They told me they would see me when I woke up and that both of them would be here for when I woke up from surgery. When I finally woke up, Clint was sleeping on the chair beside my bed, silver crutches propped up in between us. I grabbed one of the crutches and used it to poke him awake. He jerked awake violently and responded by taking a knife out of one of his many hidden sheaths. I forgot about that. "Clint, baby relax it's me." He relaxed instantly when he heard my voice. "Hey baby how do you feel?" He asked me. "Miserable. I can't play, my leg hurts and I have those damned crutches." I grumbled. "Hey, now it won't be so bad. You'll have your amazing boyfriend to help you out with things. And he can thus for spend more time with you and vice versa." Clint said raising an eyebrow in my direction. "I suppose that IS nice." He chuckled his deep happy chuckle that I loved so much. Then before I knew it he was beside me kissing me with so much passion. My heart was beating so fast it could have jumped out of my chest. The heart monitor beside my bed was losing its mind. Nurses and doctors ran in with crash carts and all only to find me and Clint making out. We laughed as they grumbled and walked out leaving us to ourselves. Clint hopped up on the hospital bed beside me and pulled me down onto his chest. "Sleep." He commanded stroking my hair softly as I fell asleep on him. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.