Marvel Imagines

Clint

"C'mon (Y/N)! We are going to be later than we already are!" Clint yells up the stairs at you.

"Alright! Just give me five more minutes!" You yell.

"You said that thirty minutes ago!" You hear him say.

You finish up your session on Call of Duty World War Two. He gave it to you for your birthday and you are absolutely obsessed.

You spend more time playing the game than hanging out with him. You sigh and tell your team you have to go.

"Bye guys, I have to go. Clint is being a baby again." You tell them into your headset.

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All said their goodbyes and you logged out. You power off your console and remote. Getting up you check your clothes, and spray a little more perfume and grab your phone.

"Okay Clint, I'm done." You day as you walk down the stairs.

"Fucking finally (Y/N)! They might cancel our reservations!" He screeches and grabs your arm pulling you out of the house.

You listen to the light music playing in the background. Looking out the window and woodland.

"We are almost there (Y/N).. I-I'm sorry for yelling at you. I was frustrated because you are always on that game and you always make us late!" He says looking straight forward at the empty road.

"I'm sorry, and you know I am. But are you seriously driving me all the way out here to kill me or something?" You ask a bit scared.

"Oh my arrows. Of course not! I have a surprise! Remember I told you we were to do something a week ago?" He peels over at you.

"Yes. Totally remember."

"We are here!" Clint almost runs you both off the road.

You look out the window to see a half empty parking lot and a building that says 'Sherry's Shooting Range'.

You look at him with a glint of excitement in your eyes. He chuckles amused.

You walk in together hand in hand. "I'm so excited! It's going to be like Call if Duty! But in real life!" You squeal.

"Oh! It's not with guns." Clint tells you as he pays a made at the counter.

He slides two bows and two quivers full of bows. One was purple and one was pink.

"Let's do this!" You scream and run to your private shooting range area outside.

He sets up his bow. You attempt to set up yours.

"(Y/N)! Are you crazy?!" Clint practically tears his voice box out.

"What?!" You look at him in the same position.

"Oh, (Y/N), my love. Let me help you." He pleads with amusement in his eyes.

"With what? I think I did a good job!" You tell him.

"Honey, no. Your elbows are bent." He blandly says.

You straighten them. "See that's all. Not too bad, am I right?"

"Your feet are too far apart, you look like you are doing a split."

You fix your standing position.

"(Y/N), the arrow is pointed at you!" He fixes the arrow on your bow and wraps his arms around you to steady you.

"Alright, now...release.." He whispers into your ear almost making you shiver.

You release the arrow from your bow. It soars through the air and it lands at its destination.

It only flew about five feet and landed in a pile of ants.

You turn to him and he shoots his arrow and hits the dummy that's twenty yards away in the head.

He turns to you seeing a frown on your face.

"I want to be just like my almighty Hawkeye boyfriend!"

He laughs at your pathetic self as you slump into a chair.

You grumble. "Nothing like Call of Duty.."