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Keep You Safe *Part 2* (Clint x Reader)Keep You Safe
(Clint x Reader)
"Where are we going?" You asked while Clint lead you through the crouded streets of New York City.
He sighed, keeping a firm hold on your wrist. "Away from the threat."
You yanked your wrist away from him and stopped, looking at him. "Who would want to hurt me?" You asked, trying to see his eyes through his glasses.
Clint took off his glasses once more, looking down at you. "Do you want to find out?" He questioned.
"N-Not really." You told him, pushing a trand of (H/C) behind your ear.
He nodded lightly. "That's what I thought. Now we need to keep moving. He was on our trail."
You sighed slightly and held his hand, walking with him no matter how much you didn't want to.
All you heard was a loud gunshot, causing both of you to bolt; not bothering to look back. "Believe me now?" Clint asked, turning corners with you.
"Promise me noting's going to happen to us. At all." You said to him.
Clint looked down, causing his sunglassed to slightly slip down
Keep You Safe *Part 3* (Clint x Reader)Keep You Safe
(Clint x Reader)
Once you arived to where ever Clint told the boat to take you, he walked back over to you.
The boat stopped at an Island.
"We're going to stay here until I think its safe. I've stayed here before. We have everything we're going to need." He said, helping you off the boat and onto the Island.
You nodded lightly, not in the mood to ask anymore questions. "Thank you. For keeping me safe."
He sighed. "It's my job. No need to thank me." He told you, walking away from you once you were on the island.
Watching the boat pull away, you followed where Clint went. Stopping only to see a beautiful house that Clint was outside of.
"Are you going to stare all day, or come inside?" He asked you with a smirk.
"I think I'll go inside. But can I ask, how did you get this house?" You asked him, walking inside with him.
He took off his sunglasses and tucked them away in his pocket. "We'll I have a good job, and its just a perk that this is the safe house. Its not on
Keep You Safe *Part 4* (Clint x Reader)Keep You Safe
(Clint x Reader)
Sighing, you laid back down on the bed. He hated you and you knew it. Just when you thought you had feelings for him, he shows that he would never return them. This was great; living in a beautiful house with a guy who gives you the cold shoulder because someone was trying to kill you.
Once you thought about it hard enought, you decided it was time to get up and walk around. The house was big enough to explore. And that's what you were going to do.
Getting up off the bed, you moved slowy while you looked around every room you could find.
"What are you doing?" Clint asked from behind you.
"I'm just looking around. If I'm going to stay here, I think I should know my way around." You halfway yelled because he had frightened you.
He sighed deeply. "I can tell that."
You nodded. "Then don't ask me questions."
Clint put his hands in his pockets and shook his head. "I will ask you as many questions as I want."
"I never said I would answer them." You loo
I'm SpidermanI'm Spiderman (Peter Parker x Reader)
"(Y/n)! Hurry up!" Peter yelled up the stairs.
"I'm not coming down! You go on with out me!" You yelled back.
He sighed, walking up the stairs while fixing his shirt. "Come on (Y/n). Its prom night."
Opening the door slightly, you looked at him. You had tear stained cheeks, swolen eyes, and slightly flushed face. "Peter, I don't want to go anymore."
"Why's that?" He asked, already knowing your answer.
"(Boyfriends name) ditched me at the last second. He was cheating on me the whole time." You told him, opening the door to hug him.
Peter sighed and gently wrapped his arms around your waist. He saw (B/F/N) with some other girl, but he didn't say anything. If he told her, she would wonder why he was there.
He couldn't bear to tell her he was Spiderman. At least not yet. "I'll go with you."
You looked up at him, noticing he covered up a bruises with some make-up. "What happened to you Peter?" You asked him, gently running your fingers over the largest
Steve Rogers x Reader"Hello (Y/n)." Steve smiled, blushing lightly while you walked past him.
"Oh Hello Steve. I didn't reconigize you. You got taller, and bigger, and you have muscle." You said to him, looking up at him. "How did you do it?
Steve looked down and scratched his head for a moment. "Let's just say, science."
Nodding, you watched him closely before speaking. "How would you like to go out some time? Nothing special, just like what we would do before."
He thought for a moment. "Yeah. I would like that. I still have time before I go back to the army."
"Great. I'll see you soon. I still live in the same place." You told him.
"Alright (Y/n), I'll pick you up at eight. See you then." He smiled lightly before he walked away.
You got yourself dressed in a nice (color) dress. You made your hair look nice and sprayed yourself with the perfume you know Steve had said he liked.
The doorbell pulled you out of thoughts, and you raced to the door.
"These are for you." Steve smiled, handing you some flowers
I'm Spiderman *Epilouge* (Peter Parker x Reader)I'm Spiderman *Epilogue*
(Peter x Reader)
"So, how are things?" You asked Peter, looking over at him.
"Well, I think things are good. Other than the fact I almost got killed yestereday.." He told you, adding a smirk. "Just because I'm Spiderman, makes this stuff happen. You can't freak out when I tell you."
Letting out a small laugh, you shook you're head. "Do you think I'm stupid? I know this stuff for a fact. Peter, I was there when a villian attacked. I almost got killed, remember?" You questioned. "Or did you get hit to hard in your head this time?"
"Oh shut it you. If we don't hurry, we're going to be late. So come on." He said, standing up.
Shaking you're head, you watched him. "I'm not going down the way I came up.." You warned.
"It's not that bad of a drop. I'll be holding onto you." He said, holding out a hand to you. "I would never drop you."
You knew he was right in that, but you were still slightly afraid. Peter wanted to be nice and show you a great view of the city. But t
Dancing (Steve Rogers x Reader)Steve Rogers x Reader
Steve and you have been dating for a bit. You understood that he was a soilder, but you two wanted a night to yourself before he had to really go into action.
"What do you want to do?" He asked, gently holding your hand while you walked.
While you thought, you watched people stare at Steve and you. It was like they never seen a couple before. Or the fact that he was towering over you and you looked like his teenage daughter.
"How about dancing?" You asked him, looking up at him while you two walked.
His face went pale and he shrugged lightly. "Anything you want. We'll do it." He tried to smile, giving you a small kiss on the nose while he bent down.
You sighed, kissing his cheek. "Are you alright Steve?"
It being the 40's, it was very uncommon to show too much affection in public so people were watching you closely, almost in disgust.
"Well, I think I'm going to head home and get ready for tonight. I'll see you at your place around six." Peckin
Tony Stark x Reader (One Shot)Tony Stark x Reader
"(Y/n)! Can you come here?" Tony yelled from his spot in the lab.
Sighing, you ran a hand through your hair. "I'm busy Tony!"
Hearing him groan, then the sound of him yelling. "(Full name)! Get your ass down here and help me!"
"Fine!" You shouted back, stomping down the stairs. "What could you possiably need?!"
Tony looked at you before pulling his arc reactor out. "Come look."
Walking over, you looked at him. "What? I don't know what that stuff dose."
He turned it around, showing one side of it. It had your name engraved on it. "You like it?" He asked, putting it back in; instantly taking in a deep breath.
"You know I love it. I love you Tony." You smiled, wrapping your amrs around him while you gave him a hug.
"I love you too (Y/n)."
Bruce x Reader *Request*Bruce x Reader
He sighed and took off his glasses. "For the last time, listen." He said, running a hand through his hair. "That's not how you do the math."
"I'm sorry I don't understand the math.." You sighed, looking up at him. "Explain it to me again.."
Bruce nodded. "Alright. Y-Y1=M(X-X1)." He said as you wrote it down. "Now do it. If the equation is (3,-8) and the slope is 4."
"So, if Y1 is -8, and X1 is 3. It would be Y+8=4(X-3)?" You asked him.
He smiled, giving you a small pat on the back. "There you go!"
Giggiling, you smiled up at him. "Thank you so much!"
"Now you better get a good grade or I'm going to go hulk on you." He said softly.
You nodded, hugging him tightly. "I will get a good grade, because you're the best tutor."
Bruce smiled and hugged you back. "I know you will. Don't worry."
Smiling, you pulled away and gave him a soft kiss on the nose. "This is why you're my favorite person."
"I better be." He said, looking down at you. Leaning down, he kissed you so
My Girl (Clint Barton X Reader) Part 1The set up was gorgeous. String lights, a golden hue, mild cinnamon smelling candles, and a stone dance floor. It was breath-taking. Tony (Pepper) always knew how to set up an amazing party. Woman were dressed in long, frilly ball gowns that reminded you of princesses. You looked stunning in: http://www.polyvore.com/my_girl_clint_barton_reader/set?id=92211277
You got wolf-whistles ever since you got out of the limousine. You easily spotted Tony, the only man in the room to be wearing red and gold. (and rocking it) You sauntered over to him, a smile growing on his face as he took in your outfit.
“(Name) you look fantastic!” Tony mumbled in your ear as you both exchanged kisses on the cheek. “Thanks Tony, is Clint here yet?” You asked over the music. “I think the mission is running late, but he'll be here.” Tony reassured you. “Mrs. Barton, stunning as always.” You turned around to an unfamiliar face. He was handsome, you'd give him that mu
Hawkeye x Shy! Prankster! Reader A Joke
‘Just...one...more...string...’ She thought to herself, hanging upside down from the ceiling. She was good at finding little spots to anywhere. After all, she was a tad introverted. It was practically her job to find places to hide or just chill out.
Of course, this time, she wasn’t just looking for a place to hang out (pun intended). She was planning a prank. A prank, on not just anyone, but Hawkeye.
It was foolproof.
Basically, it was a plan that you and Steve were in on. And it was a fairly simple prank, but she wanted it to be done with the utmost skill and precision.
Drop a water balloon filled with (washable) neon green paint.
It was one of her favorite colors. And combining that with a classic prank? There couldn’t have been a more wonderful combination.
The strings were set in position, and (Name) laughed to herself. As soon as the door below her opened, the balloon of paint would drop and splat! All over his face. It wou
Clint x Reader The TalkClint x Reader
“You’ve almost got it, little Sparrow” You heard your husband say encouragingly, “Widen your feet just a little bit more. Good Job. Now, place your first finger above the arrow and your second and third finger underneath the arrow. Gently pull back, no not like that, like you’re pulling a carton of milk towards you, eye your target and release the arrow.”
You walked to the door and leant on the frame as you watched your five year old daughter release her arrow and you started in surprise as it hit the bullseye with a loud thump! “Did you see that dad?!” Your daughter cried happily, dancing around with her bow in the air.
“Yes, Rena. I did.” Clint replied before walking over to her and taking her bow from her before she could injure herself. “Mum’s here!” Rena cried before running and jumping into your arms. You cradled her c
Hawkeye x Reader- Chapter 1 MathsYou stared down at your blank notebook, trying to drown out the loud chatter in the classroom. Though the more you tried the louder it seemed to get. Maths was never a very good subject for you, in fact if you could you would have switched all your classes for gym. Alas you were stuck in the dimly lit classroom with beige walls, forced to sit with people who you didn’t even like. You lifted your gaze up to the board, which by now was full of a variety of complex questions and formula. The teacher Mrs. Roberts turned around after filling the final blank portion of the board. She sighed and paused, waiting for everyone to become silent, her beady eyes scanning the room. Although you knew you ought to listen to her lesson you did not. Your mind was occupied by far more interesting things, track for instance.
Honestly it was no secret just how much you loved to run. You were pretty good at it too. You were able to beat most people you ran against, except for one girl who you swore ch
Loyal (Clint x Reader)Your eyes wandered to the man beside you; you couldn't help but stare at him. The way the light hit his hair just right to make it show all the different colors that resided there. You loved the way his eyes watched everything around him, not because he was bored, but because he was protective.
A hand rose to your waist as if to say he knew you were watching him. He didn't even have to look at you. You repeated the action on him, watching him smile a bit.
"Table for two is ready, please follow me," the hostess said, keeping her eyes on Clint. Even when she lead you to the table, she would turn to look at him to see if he was watching her. She even put an extra sway to her hips, hoping he would notice.
You both sat across from each other and he automatically ordered the drink he knew you loved. You smiled and he took your hand in his. Gosh how you loved to feel his calloused fingers against your soft skin.
As you ate, the waitresses did their best to get Clint's attention. The most they
My Girl 2 (Clint Barton X Reader)"You're just jealous!"
"You're just reckless. His hand was too far!"
"I didn't know until it was to late!"
You stormed into the house, pulling your heels off and throwing them hard onto the ground. Clint followed behind you, chucking the keys on the counter. After Steve "saved" the day, Clint gabbed your hand and pulled you out, driving home. Dangerously fast to some people. The speed limit for you.
"I told Tony to take care of you!"
"It's not Tony's fault!"
"Who's is it?"
"Not mine! I guess Spencer's!"
"First name basis already?"
"Clint this is ridiculous! You're being a fool."
"Did you want him to grope you ass?"
"Are you insane? Of course not!"
“Were you going to be his whore?”
“FUCK YOU CLINT BARTON!”
You grabbed the car keys and sped outside, tears in your eyes. Clint didn't follow. You jumped in the car and went to the only place you could get ice cream and alcohol for free.
((8 tubs of Ben and Jerry's and 3 hard vodka shots later))
"He asked me if I was g
I Meant What I Said (Reader X Hawkeye)You and Natasha walked back to The Avengers Tower on a Saturday afternoon after a short mission. No big deal, just finding out where the missing S.H.I.E.L.D weapons disappeared to. A little bit of talking, a lot more of hitting, and the location was out. When you got through the doors, you were greeted by the smell of alcohol and the sight of Clint and Tony giggling like fangirls at the TV, they were watching Vampire Diaries? The saddest part was this was normal. Natasha shook her head, you couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped your mouth. The boys head snapped your way. Tony scrambled to find the remote but finally just pulled the cords from the wall while Clint tried to play it off.
This caused you to clutch your sides and laugh full heartedly. Clint awkwardly slid into the kitchen and Tony stumbled away, mumbling about "Cutting L'Oreal's hair." Natasha bid you goodnight and headed up stairs. You walked silently into the kitchen. Being the Hawk that he is, Clint knew you were
Marry Me Tony x Reader The air was filled with thick black smoke and your lungs burned and heaved as they tried to take in what little oxygen they could. Sweat poured off you as you quickly maneuvered your way to the window furthest from the raging fire behind you. You threw open the window as fast as you could and took a deep breath of the cleaner air. Your eyes scoured the area surrounding your apartment building but the welcomed sight of red engines was nowhere to be seen. You cast a fearful look behind you at the fire rushing towards you.
With tears in your eyes you turned back to your only option of escape, the window. After all plummeting six stories unto concrete had to be better than getting burned alive. With tears flowing freely and only one sob you leapt through the window just as the flames began to lick at your feet. Your eyes screwed shut as you free-fell to what would presumably be your death.
It didn’t take long
Clint x Reader Your Beautiful Eyes
“Clint! Hey, Clint, where are you??” She asked as she padded down the hallway. It was evening, the sun was setting and the sky was melting into those rich oranges and reds as the sun slid under the horizon. It was (Name)’s favorite moment of the day; The best time to look at her husband’s eyes.
“In here, (Name).” He called tiredly from the bedroom down the hall. She giggled in delight as she swung into the doorway, revealing the exhausted Clint who just happened to be wearing his skin tight black tank top that evening, accompanied by absolutely hideous navy sweatpants. Ugh. Didn’t he know any better?
“Aw, come on, Clint, we’ve talked about this! You never, ever wear black and navy together at the same time. It looks awful .” She half scolded, speedily shuffling into the room and landing on the thick white comforter on the bed.
“Don’t care. Too tired.” He replied half-heartedly, sliding under
Keep You Safe (Clint x Reader )Sighing, you ran a hand through your (h/c) hair. This day was just getting worse and worse.
"Watch it!" Some one yelled at you, almost pushing you down on the sidewalk in the process.
"...Sure.." You muttered, gathering up all your things that you dropped when you stumbled.
A pair of black boots stood infront of you, causing to look up. "Last I checked, men shouldn't push women." He said, fixing his sunglasses.
You stood back up and nodded. "I know what you mean."
"Would you like to talk a walk with me?" He asked, taking the books from your hands. "If you could have guessed, I'm not taking no for an answer."
"Alright, as long as you don't hurt me." You told him, walking beside him.
He scoffed lightly. "I'm more of a protector." He told you. "One that helps people like you, get to where you're going."
Smiling, you looked up at him. "What's your name?"
Clint smiled and looked down at you, looking at you thorough his sunglasses. "Nice name."
"I like yours. Makes y
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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