Clint x Reader Here For YouMore Like This
Clint x Reader Here For You
You kicked away the shoes on your feet, watching them fly across the room. You were tired of it. Tired of this…this idea.
This idea that you could be happy and fall in love like all the other girls in school.
It was ridiculous! You couldn’t walk anywhere, to any of your classes without seeing some couple sucking face. It was adorable, sometimes, seeing as some of them were your friends or people you knew just being all cuddly with each other. But in the end, you couldn’t stop that pit of jealousy boiling in your stomach. You simply despised it. It was great that they were happy, but…but why couldn’t you be?
Why did they always have to turn you down? Why couldn’t they say it to your face? Why did they just have to walk away or get some other girl, right when you thought things were getting to be amazing?
You finally just dropped on your bed, slipping out your iPod and tapping on FaceTime. There weren
Clint x Reader Protect YouMore Like This
Clint x Reader Protect You
“Nothing says good morning like Russian gunfire, right, Clint?” (Name) joked as loud gunshots whizzed past her face. Her husband scoffed, firing rounds back at the men. Someone screamed and the others yelled frantically.
“(Name), if this is your idea of a ‘good morning’, I think we need to sit down and have a serious talk.” She laughed loudly, despite the situation at hand.
The couple had been assigned on a mission; Crush an Islamic extremist rebellion from a certain Russian sect and keep them from reaching a top secret US intel base located in Russia’s mountains. The group was trying to reach this base because for whatever reason it had no capabilities of protecting itself, and when under attack required outside assistance. The main idea was to keep the mission on the down low and complete it as quietly and effectively as possible (and don‘t kill any of them), but in the end it became explosive. And it was abou
Clint x Baby! Reader We'll Be AlrightMore Like This
Clint x Baby! Reader We’ll Be Alright
Clint was terrified when the news came to him. He could barely stay standing, let alone keep the child in his arms from dropping to the ground.
Her parents were dead; Killed in an accidental crash.
They were some of the greatest agents he ever knew. They had been married for only two years, and here they were, already heading off on some new mission. They had left their newborn daughter in the careful hands of Clint Barton. He had been chosen to be the godfather should anything happen to them.
At first, he was completely and totally against it. I mean, come on. What did Clint Barton know about raising children? Zilch! Nada! And he wasn’t afraid to admit it, either. They were smelly, greedy, whiny little buggers. Who in their right mind would want one of those?
Well, apparently he was stuck with one now. A little girl, to be exact. And he could tell that she was no less happier about this than he was. He tried to console h
The Avengers x Reader IntroThe Avengers x Reader IntroMore Like This
Okay, so I'm taking a little break from my Thor x Reader x Loki story, and I'm making this. In this, you are
part of the Avengers. Yay for my unoriginal originality! Enjoy, maybe?
You sighed as you looked up. The entire gang was talking about something you, even being part
of said gang, weren't paying attention to. You glanced over at Tony who seemed to be just as
uninterested as you were. When he got up, you grinned. Tony was known for bringing the party.
"Okay, so this conversation is only pissing us off, so I suggest we do something interesting and
quick." You heard Steve sigh deeply, and when you looked over to him, he was giving Tony an
incredulous look. Steve stood up and took a confident stand. You frowned, feeling an argument coming
"And what do you mean by 'fun', exactly?" Oh boy, argument in 3…2...1…
"The type a ninety year old virgin would know nothing about." You couldn't help but snicker at
Steve's red cheeks. You looked over to Clint, who w
Little Bird (Clint X Reader)Your eyes snapped open and you stumbled out of bed and to the bathroom and retched your stomach contents. A hand rubbed your back soothingly and held your hair away from your face.More Like This
After you finished dry heaving, your husband returned with a glass of water. "Thanks" you said, your voice a little rough. "You alright birdie?" Clint asked as he scooped you up bridal style and carried you back to bed.
"Yeah, I just can't get over this morning sickness thing." You complained and wrapped your around his neck. "You should ask Pepper what helped her." He suggested. "I'll do that."
He set you gingerly into bed and leaned in to kiss you, but you smacked a hand over his mouth and pushed him away. "No Clint, I just barfed if you don't remember." You groaned. He just laughed and kissed you anyways.
"I can't wait until she comes out" you thought out loud. "She?" He questioned. "We haven't found out the gender yet" he reminded you. You smiled and pecked his cheek.
"Mother's intuition" you explained.
Rooftop Romance (Hawkeye/Reader) One-ShotFundraisings were never your sort of thing, but this was boring to the bone. With a deep annoyed sigh, you glanced around the crowded hotel plaza, a glass of champagne dangling carelessly on your fingertips. You had been here for four, five minutes max and you already wanted to kill yourself.More Like This
According to Fury, the ambassador of Iraq -who was present on this event- was a favourable target for various criminal organizations. And this was the perfect time and place for an attack. You and a handful of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had been tasked to keep an eye on him while he handled his contacts.
While most of the agents remained outside to check the building's surroundings, you and Agent Barton were ordered to keep the ballroom where the benefit was being held safe and clear.
If you weren't dressed up like a diva, this task would have been much more fun, you reasoned. The tight black fabric of your dress made it quite hard to move around freely, so even if all hell broke loose, you had to depend
Strip (Clint x Reader)Why did Fury give you this job? Oh, that's right, he's sadistic. You were teamed with Hawk on this stupid mission to protect one of the men from an embassy, you only paid attention to what he looked like. Of course, the client HAD to be invited to a charity ball which meant a blasted dress. It also didn't help that you had to wear a full faced mask and a strip of ribbon attached to your dress.More Like This
The gown you wore was a 'present' from Tony that reached the floor in the color he thought you looked best in. The neck of the dress had a choker and then both the back and front plummeted. The back went to your hips and the front went to just under your chest. The strip of ribbon only had one place it could fit well and that was on part of the neckline. The mask you had to wear covered your entire face, but at least it was S.H.I.E.L.D. made so you could keep in contact with your partner and keep an eye on the target.
"That dress doesn't have much room for a weapon, does it?" Clint said through t
Nervous!Canada X Reader: First DateMore Like This
You stared in the bathroom mirror with a visible frown on your face, leaning forward and examining every part of your face with narrowed eyes and gentle hands. You took the comb and brush placed next to the sink and fixed your hair for what seemed like the thousandth time within the past ten minutes. You turned around to look at the wall mirror positioned opposite from the smaller one placed directly above the sink and examined your current outfit from as many angles as possible. It was nothing too fancy—just a red blouse under a thin burgundy sweater accompanied with a simple blue skirt and black stockings—but you had to make sure nothing was messed up and everything fit you accordingly. Despite constantly examining your appearance and finding no apparent flaws, the question of do I look okay? was unable to escape your mind. After all, today was a pretty important day, as you had felt, and you had to look as good as possible.
Today was special because one of your cl