just another marvel imagines book filled with imagines and one-shots for you to read and enjoy! at some point, you can tell when it gets better.
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You peeked into the room.
It had been a week since the incident that landed Clint in the hospital and you were still unsure on what ground you stood with him due to the crippling fear that prevented you from visiting him.
Even worse, it had been a week since you talked to Tony after avidly avoiding the man when he'd kissed you out of the blue. Sure, in that moment you had felt a surge of confidence when he smiled at you like you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, but once you went to bed, the disturbing anxiety hit you in the chest like a ton of bricks.
What was the point of the kiss? Clint was in the hospital dying and you were kissing? Did Tony even like you? And to add insult to injury, he took a dig at you before doing it!
Suffice it to say, it was a very long night and an even longer seven days.
Steve had finally caught you hiding in the pantry when it was time for them to go visit Clint again and he practically carried you to the car.
"You won't get over it if you don't see him and he's been wanting to talk to you," he had said before unceremoniously dumping you in the SUV with Wanda and Sam.
The three of them had just left the room and now you were clutching the doorframe, your heart racing with trepidation.
You'd paced up and down the halls while they talked to him, wracking your brain to come up with something to say and now your mouth was dry and your hands were sweaty.
Clint was sitting up in his bed, his face a little pale and he was asleep as the monitors beeped steadily around him. It was dreadful to see him like that and you were about to tiptoe away when Clint cleared his throat, making you jump a mile in the air.
"Hey, Y/N," he croaked.
His eyes were closed, but he had a smile on his face as you slowly walked into the room, embarrassed at being caught. He cracked open his eyes and his smile turned into an expression of concern at the tears that had formed and began to stream down your cheeks.
"Y/N, what—"
"I'm so sorry, Clint. I—I didn't mean for it to go this way, I really didn't. I'm sorry I didn't have your back out there and you could've died—"
You began to hiccup and you tried to wipe your tears away, but they just kept coming.
"Hey, hey, calm down. I'm not mad at you, Y/N," Clint said, reaching out to touch your arm, but wincing instead.
You hurried to sit in the chair beside him and took his hand.
"This kind of stuff happens, don't worry about it."
He flashed you a smile and you groaned.
"How am I not supposed to worry? It's my fault you ended up here."
