Proposal Fic
He’d dreamt up and dismissed dozens of ways to ask the question. Everything from recreating their first date (although Natasha said it would be tacky to propose in a pizza place), to getting down on one knee in the laundry room where he first realised that he might have a bit of a thing for Pietro (he defies anyone to walk in on Pietro in underwear enjoying the vibrations of the washing machine and NOT have a thing for Pietro).
Sometimes Clint thinks that confiding his plans to Natasha and Steve had been the worst thing he could have done. It had to be romantic, they said. It had to be perfect, it had to be memorable. Clint just couldn’t come up with a plan that would satisfy them.
After months of rejected ideas and dejected feelings, with a platinum ring burning a hole in his sock drawer, Clint wakes up to the soft snores of a messy haired, clingy Pietro and just knows that today is the day.
He extricates himself carefully from his boyfriend’s sleeping form and eases the sock drawer open, and reaches towards the back, underneath the Quicksilver branded socks that he’ll never let Pietro know he bought, for the ring box.
Which isn’t there.
Panic. Blind panic.
Forgetting to keep quiet, Clint curses and starts throwing socks on the floor, ready to rip the drawer out in case the box has somehow fallen through the back.
“Looking for this?” Pietro’s voice is suddenly in his ear and strong arms are around his waist as he feels the sleep warm body pressed up behind him and sees a familiar ring box in Pietro’s hands.
Clint sags in relief and allows Pietro to turn him around until he’s looking into laughing blue eyes. He watches in amusement as Pietro, in his Sonic the Hedgehog boxers and tatty white tee, kneels down amongst the fallen socks and grins. “Bet you didn’t see this coming?”
Clint laughs at the old catchphrase as he always does and marvels at the cheek. “You mean you proposing to me with the ring I bought? No, I didn’t see that coming!”
Pietro tosses him the box with a roll of the eyes and pulls a different one from where it must have been tucked in the waistband of his underwear. “Well, I thought that once we were married what was yours became mine but if you’re going to be picky…” Pietro opens the box and looks up at him with such hope and fear that Clint can’t help but sink to his knees.
“Yes.”
After celebrating their engagement properly, while Pietro sets about gathering the now slightly soiled socks for the laundry basket, Clint asks how Pietro had known about the ring (Wanda, of course) and how Pietro had known that Clint would propose today.
Pietro scoffs. “It’s our anniversary. Even I could see that coming.”
Crap. Clint really hopes that Nat and Steve have some good ideas for anniversary presents.