Marvel Imagines

Clint Barton-Punk

"I'm gonna...heart attack...."

You looked up from the book you were reading as Clint walked into your room and slammed the door, an evil expression on his face.

"Hey, babe. You okay?" You asked, shutting your book and getting to your feet.

An automatic smile crept onto his face as you walked towards him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and squeezed you tightly, burying his face in your hair.

"I'm fine," he mumbled.

You sighed quietly.

Ever since Clint discovered your powers and the people who were after you, he decided to take you in. It was only supposed to be for a few days, but days grew into weeks and weeks, months as an unexpected romance bloomed between the two of you. He had moved you permanently into the Tower and the Avengers accepted you with grace. The one tiny thing being they had no idea what you were capable of.

Clint decided not to tell them about your powers to keep you from going on missions, which was fine with you. It's not that you didn't want to help—you respected Clint's decisions and would wait until he felt it was a good time to introduce your powers to the others.

"Hey," he said softly.

You looked up at him with a smile and kissed right under his jawline.

"I've been thinking..."

"That's not a good sign," you teased.

He rolled his eyes before continuing.

"How would you feel about going on a mission? You, me, Nat and Steve?" He asked nervously.

"Seriously?"

You couldn't help getting excited at the thought of finally being able to work with the Avengers and especially with your boyfriend.

"Seriously. You've been training with Natasha for awhile and I think you're ready."

In a state of giddiness, you pushed yourself onto your toes and planted a kiss on his lips before gathering him in your arms and squeezing as hard as you could.

"If I knew you'd be this happy, I would've let you come a long time ago," he chuckled and ruffled your hair before tugging on your hand, "come on. We're meeting with the others in the conference room for a briefing."

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"We need to be in and out with minimal casualties, but if worse comes to worse and we need something big, Natasha, I need you to contact Fury for a cover up," Steve directed.

Natasha nodded as she flicked through the manila folder, focusing intently on each page.

You sat next to Clint and looked over your own folder, a ball of nerves sitting in the middle of your chest. The black, standard issue jumpsuit you wore gave you an air of importance and yet you felt so incompetent to the others.

Unfortunately, you also knew that was far from true.

"Seems as if we need someone fast. In and out," she said absentmindedly.

You noticed Clint tense up at her words and you immediately put a hand on his arm.

"We have someone fast."

Natasha scoffed.

"Not as fast as Pietro. We should bring him if you want it quick, Cap."

Steve opened his mouth to say something when the speedster himself ran into the room, sending papers flying all over the place.

"Pietro!" Steve scolded.

"Ahh, the old man. Heard you wanted to ask me something, no?" He smirked and dragged out the seat next to you, plopping down and putting an arm over your shoulder.

"No," Clint said, his voice hard.

You knew how much trouble the teenager had given Clint when he first arrived, especially since it was his job to train the boy.

"Actually—" Steve started and you felt a little bad for him as Clint pushed back his seat and stood up, interrupting him once again.

"Y/N can do it."

You whipped your head up to look at him, but he wasn't looking at you.

He was looking at Pietro who appeared to be offended.

"I come in here, offer my services and you say no?" He said mockingly.

"What do you mean Y/N can do it?" Steve ignored him and honed in on you which was kind of like being observed by a stern teacher and making you squirm uncomfortably.

"Is there something you need to tell us, Clint?" Natasha asked, her voice clipped.

"Look, you need fast, I'm fast. The old man isn't what he used to be, he can sit this one out. And so can the average one," Pietro sneered at you and a surge of anger built in your chest as he sauntered over to Natasha and took the file from her.

"You little—"

You quickly got to your feet and pushed Clint back as he stepped around the table, a furious look on his face.

"Oh, I'm so scared," Pietro said mockingly and you closed your eyes in frustration. Trying to hold your boyfriend back while holding yourself back wasn't an easy feat.

"Do it," he whispered quietly.

You looked at him with wide eyes and he nodded in encouragement.

"Show them."

You let out a heavy breath and turned to the others who were otherwise occupied.

"Here goes nothing," you muttered.

You closed your eyes and began to feel the familiar heat rush through your veins and course through your body as you channeled your powers.

Speed.

Suddenly, Pietro was on the floor holding his bloody nose and groaning in pain while Steve and Natasha were up against the wall, their faces pale with fright.

You smirked as you came to a sudden stop.

"What the hell was that?" Natasha shouted.

The blue glow in your eyes faded and you felt Clint slip an arm around your waist. The heat was still there, awaiting your new orders and pumping through your body in a frantic frenzy, giving you an exhilarated feeling.

It had been awhile.
And the renewed senses felt amazing.

"Mimicry. She can copy someone else's power or skill indefinitely. Which was why she was so easy to train and why," he gestured to the bleeding Pietro, "she was able to knock him a good one."

He gave you a proud smile.

"Didn't see that one coming, did ya, punk?" You winked at Pietro, who swore evilly under his breath.

"Well ah..I guess—I guess we should get going," Steve suggested, clearing his throat.

"Let's get this show on the road!" Clint cheered.