Today was another boring day at S.H.I.E.L.D. You were watching Clint Barton honing (more like showing off) his skills at the archery range. You looked in awe as he slowly drew back the bowstring and locked eyes with his target. There was that spark in his eye as he released the arrow and watched it fly through the air and hit the bull-eye’s dead on.
“Nice shot, Katniss!” you cheered as you gave a quick fist pump. The archer turned towards your direction with an irksome look on his face.
“Don’t call me that, please.” His icy glare seemed to pierce your (e/c) orbs. If looks could kill, you’d be dead on the spot. You brushed it off and continued with your playful banter.
“Come on, you’re doing a good job . . . Legolas.” you snickered as a blush started to dust his checks.
“(y/n), stop. I get enough of that from Tony as it is.” You love teasing him like this. He was usually stoic and unmoved
You were alone in a motel room, flipping though channels on the run down TV. Sam left to go get some food and Dean said he’d hit a strip club- you didn’t eject to it. How could you? You didn’t like it either, considering your massive crush on the Winchester, you didn’t really want him looking at some other naked whores.
So now, here you are, waiting for him to return, “And what a waste of time that is.”
You jumped, spinning around with your saw off ready to shoot, when you saw it was only Gabriel. You lowered your gun, red flushing your cheeks.
“Don’t do that,” You murmured, sitting back down on the bed.
Gab strolled up, plopping down next to you, “Don’t do what?”
“Read my mind,” You stated, continuing your channel surfing, nothing good was on!
“You know, he