Marvel Imagines

Snorting Milk // Clint Barton

(Y/N) was on the couch. It was around noon, and the group had just eaten take-out shawarma (courtesy of Tony), for lunch. She was messing around on her phone which was usual for her - nothing new. 

Clint, on the other hand, had been climbing through the vents and had spotted (Y/N) in the living room, and had an idea to sneak up on her. See how far he could get before she noticed and stopped him. 

The archer gently pushed the vent hatch open and dropped on two feet to the plush carpeting laid on the floor, making no noise as he went forward to (Y/N). Before he did decide to scare her, Clint's eyes averted to the activity on her phone.

She was currently on her Twitter, and had just changed her profile picture to... him snorting milk out of his nose?! Clint gawked and looked around in mild frustration. The event had taken place this noon, while eating lunch. Tony had told a funny joke, and he had been drinking milk at the time.

Sneaky (Y/N).

With all thoughts of scaring her out of his mind, Clint snuck back instead, revenge placed as his new mindset. 

...

"Hey, (Y/N), have you seen my new profile photo on Twitter?" Clint smirked as he walked up to the couch and plopped down beside her.

(Y/N) gave him a confused glance and shook her head, and turned on her phone to check what it was. Last time she had checked what it was, it was a photo of Natasha and Bruce taking a selfie with Clint aiming his bow at them. Now it was.... "Clint! How the heck did you get this?" (Y/N) yelped angrily, lowering her phone and glaring at him.

Clint, being a bastard, had changed his own photo to a picture of Thor scaring the heck out of (Y/N). He had captured the perfect moment where (Y/N) was in the midst of screaming, and Thor's face was creepily pictured in the background, a creepy smile lighting up his features. And all he had actually said was a small "boo." 

Clint shrugged. "It's easy. Ask Thor the right thing, bribe him with poptarts, he'll give you anything." the archer mused, picking at his fingers like some sassy female. 

"Oh, it's on Clint. It's on." 

...

The estimated time that Clint and (Y/N) had each changed their profile pictures that day was countless. Even Natasha had lost count, and she had been monitoring the whole thing carefully. 

It was around 10 p.m. now, and (Y/N) was dead tired. She yawned with a tired smile, once again looking at Clint who was furiously swiping through his camera roll. She giggled softly, attracting his attention.

Clint looked over at her and smirked. She was very, very beautiful. "Hey, (Y/N), I think I have a picture that's going to work for both of our profiles. But we're going to have to pose for it. Ready?"

(Y/N) nodded and her breath hitched as Clint tilted her head up and gazed lovingly at her, before capturing her lips in a kiss, snapping a selfie as he did so.

She pulled back breathless, and licked her lips. "That works. Truce?"

"Truce."

...

"So what did it end up as?" Tony asked Nat later, sitting across from the assassin at the table. 

Nat merely smirked and flipped her phone around, featuring a selfie of Clint sweetly kissing (Y/N). "It's the same for both of them."

"Holy Copernicium. Maybe I should do that with Pepper."