I shoved my hand in and out as fast as I could.
"Ooh nice reflexes." Tony teased. I shot him a death glare and looked at the item I had yanked out of the hat. (Me editing: kinky *wink wonk*. Jk jk I'm an innocent satan bean)
An arrow head.
Off Clint's arrow.
I look up at Clint, who's grinning.
"Well, come on (y/l/n), lets get going." He says, grabbing my wrist and dragging me into the closet.
"Barton! Slow down." I say, giggling.
"I'm sorry, I just..." He closes the door behind him and pulls my face closer to him, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. "I've wanted to be locked in a closet with you for so long." I scrunch up my face and give him a funny look.
"Uh, really?"
"Well, no. But you get what I mean."
I nod.
"I, uh, c-can I kiss you?" he says, his voice barely audible. I nod vigorously.
Slowly Clint pulls me in, and when our lips touch, it's fireworks. After a while the kiss begins to get more heated. Clint taps twice on my thigh, gesturing for me to jump and I do, wrapping my legs around his waist. He backs me against a wall and moves his lips along my jaw while snaking his hand up my shirt.
Suddenly, light floods the closet. Clint and I break apart to see Tony snapping pictures with his phone while humming "The Hanging Tree" from the Hunger Games. (Me editing: aha. Ahahaha. I'm funny)
"Snap this you dick!" I say, flipping him off. Clint laughs and sets me down, kissing my cheek and leading me out of the closet.
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avengers imagines/seven minutes in heaven
FanfictionOne boring night in the tower, Tony decides to come up with the GREATEST idea of the century, (or so he says) seven minutes in heaven. You can imagine how that went down. Oh wait! You don't have to imagine! Because it's all right here in this book w...
