MARVEL IMAGINES

CLINT BARTON • Awkward...

"In order to actually hit something, you need to aim." Clint said, holding his bow up to eye level. He purposely took time to aim, showing you how it should be done. "See that target?" He asked, watching as you nodded back at him. He let go of the arrow, letting it fly towards the target at a hurtling speed. With a satisfied thump, it landed right in the centre. You nodded, impressed. He ran and got the arrow, coming back next to you. "Your turn." He smiled, stepping back to let you take centre stage.

You picked up the smaller bow Clint had given you, struggling to even put the arrow into the bow. Clint laughed, coming back over to you. He grabbed the hand that was holding the arrow, guiding it into the necessary place. "Thanks." You breathed, looking up at him. His eyes flickered to your lips for a second before stepping back awkwardly, gesturing to you.

"Now... aim and shoot." You held the bow up to eye level, staring down the target like your life depended on it. You took in a deep breath, letting go of the arrow as you breathed out. The arrow wavered slightly, hitting one of the outer circles, about 2 sections from the centre point. You dropped the bow, turning to Clint excitedly.

"Oh my god. I did it!" You squealed jumping up at down. He smiled at you, pulling you in for a hug. You were that excited that you didn't even realised you had kissed him until he was pulling away.

"Y/N..." he began, stepping away. The realisation hit you, making you look about erratically.

"Oh my god. I know. Shit. Why did I do that." You laughed awkwardly at the situation, scratching the back of your neck. Clint started laughing a little bit too, leaving the both of you in an extremely awkward situation in the middle of the training room.

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WRITTEN BY ELLE
Edited lmao 😤