Sharing Is Caring
This was his fault!
This was that Star Spangled health nuts fault!
There was no doubt in her mind that this wasn’t withdraw, after all she was the resident sweet tooth in Avenger Tower. Everything was going fine, more sweets to eat than her little heart could handle, that was until Steve decided that there were too many sweets around and the Avengers needed to go on a diet.
Too many sweets?
Was that even possible?
So now [Y/N] sat in the corner in the main living room of the tower, glaring at the golden haired super soldier as she tried to convince herself that the scent of chocolate that overwhelmed her senses was just her mind playing tricks on her and not someone hiding sugary delights behind her back. Steve apparently smelt it as well because he was standing in front of her in an instant with his hand stretched out and a displeased look on his chiseled features.
“Hand it over [Y/N].” The Captain ordered.
“What?” The young woman hissed, looking up at him with dark [e/c] eyes.
“I can smell the chocolate, don’t make this harder on yourself.”
“Do you honestly think I would be in this state if I had chocolate?” [Y/N] growled.
He seemed to accept this answer, most likely realizing that she was right, and began searching for the culprit attempting to cheat the diet. As soon as Steve walked into the elevator, muttering something about checking the lab because he just couldn’t trust Tony, Clint dropped out of the air vent in front of the couch with a satisfied smile on his face.
“It’s you.” She said in an accusing mutter.
“Shit, [Y/N] I didn’t know you were there!” Clint exclaimed, turning to face her with a guilty expression.
“You’re cheating Barton.”
“Please don’t tell!”
“Oh I won’t tell.” [Y/N] assured, standing and walking towards him with a sly smile.
“You’re the bes-….what’s that look for?” Clint asked nervously.
“You’re going to share with me.”
“Why the hell would I do that?” The archer exclaimed, “I can barely maintain a stash big enough for myself what with Roger’s playing mother hen and all.”
“If you don’t share,” [Y/N] began, sliding her hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders, “not only will I tell on you but I will also make your life a living hell far behind anything your mind could conjure.”
“That’s not funny [Y/N]!”
“But,” She continued in a seductive tone, ignoring his whining, “I will make your every fantasy come true.”
“All for some chocolate?” Clint chuckled, “[Y/N] I don’t know if you’d find a little sugar worth doing everything I’ve thought of doing.”
“Oh Clint, how little you know.” [Y/N] whispered as she peppered kisses upon his neck.
The archer’s breathing hitched, contemplating her offer. It was one of the hardest decisions he had to make in his life but Clint gripped [Y/N] by her shoulders and pushed her away.
“Sorry [Y/N],” He laughed, turning to walk towards the elevator, “but I can’t share not even with you.”
“Clint!” The [h/c] haired woman whined, chasing after him, she was getting that chocolate one way or another!