Always
It was hands down one of the most difficult assignments she had ever been on, even with her partner things still weren’t going as planned. She stood at a fork in the hall, with the tumbdrive they were sent for tucked safely in her breast pocket, staring between the two the directions with no inkling as to which way she should go.
“What’s the hold up?”
“Give me a sec would ya?” She snapped upon hearing the voice in her earpiece.
“We don’t have a sec!”
“Really, I wasn’t aware of that!”
As if on cue, heavy footsteps echoed through the hall from a distance not too far behind her
“Shit.” She hissed, “Left or right?”
“What?”
“Left or right?”
“I don’t know, left?”
With no further thought she was running down the hall that lead to the left, hoping that he was correct and this way would get her the hell out of this building that seemed more like a labyrinth than anything else. The sound of a gun firing sounded behind her and another moment later she was nearly hit by a bullet.
“Well now that wouldn’t have tickled.” The [h/c] haired woman muttered to herself.
“What the hell is going on in there?” Her partner shouted.
“Oh nothing major.” She laughed dryly in response, “I’m just being used for target practice is all.”
A sigh came from the other end making her smile as she ran, she could only imagine the exasperated look on his masculine features. He always did worry about her too much. There was a light at the end of the hall and she quickened her pace in hopes that she would lose her attackers more easily once outside.
“Annnnd….I’m out!” She announced as she ran into the unforgiving weather outside.
“It’s about damn time.” The man sighed on the other end, “I’ve got you in my sights, just hurry it up and get to the rendezvous point.”
“Awe, but I thought I’d do a little site seeing!” The woman said humorlessly.
“Watch your- Shit!”
She listened to his voice on the other end of the earpiece but she was already on the ground, clutching at her bleeding thigh. Gritting her teeth she stood up, there was no way in hell she was dying in this frozen waist land!
“Get the hell out of there!”
“Working on it!” She growled in response.
Voices shouted behind her, far too close for her comfort. She knew there was no way to outrun them and even if she could her blood would leave a welcomed trail for the goons to follow like breadcrumbs.
“I’m in trouble.” She said into her earpiece as she stopped walking and turned to face her assailants.
“Really what was your first clue?” He hissed in response, she could tell he was trying to get to her.
“I don’t know, the bullet lodged in my thigh was one hell of a hint but I think it’s the oafs surrounding me with guns at the ready that really give it away.” She answered, trying to remain as calm as possible at the moment.
“Get down!” He shouted, watching her drop to the snow as he shot an explosive arrow and landing it a good ten feet from her.
Snow and earth blasted into the air as the air exploded and before she could regain her senses she was being pulled to her feet and dragged away from the scene.
“You know, you’re more trouble than you’re worth sometimes.” The blonde man huffed from beside her.
“So sorry that you actually had to do work.” She retorted.
“You’re the only person I know who can cause such a mess in forty-five minutes.”
“It’s a record!” She said, managing a small grin.
“We ne-“
He was cut off as an onslaught of bullets rained down on them. He threw them both to the ground but fresh blood, blood that wasn’t hers, was already beginning to painting the snow red.
“Clint!” She cried out, looking at the man beside her as watching as blood poured from multiple bullet wounds.
She was positive he was losing too much blood to be moving but still the archer managed to pull himself into an upright position and shoot another explosive arrow at their new company.
“This is Agent [L/N],” She shouted into her earpiece, “requesting immediate back-up and medical attention at enemy base.”
The earth trembled as the blast shook the surrounding area. The sound of a chopper in the distance could be heard but she couldn’t be sure if it was the back-up she called for or more enemy forces.
“Let’s go you.” She said, barely handling getting herself and Clint both into a standing position.
He was in no condition for the move but she had to get them under some cover, even if the enemy followed their blood trail she could at least be ready and waiting for them. There was a small rock formation not too far from the edge of the forest so she made for that, collapsing into the snow with a relieved sigh. She placed Clint’s head into her lap, he having lost consciousness somewhere in the long that seemed to take a lifetime, and readied one of his arrows being that she lost both her guns while fighting in the compound and doubted her blades would be of any use here but at least arrows were long range so hopefully she would be able to avoid a direct attack.
The sound of the chopper had long since died out, being that back-up had yet to arrive she could only assume it was indeed an enemy chopper, and the cold was quickly setting in. She reached over, checking Clint’s pulse for what had to have been the seventeenth time in the last ten minutes, and sighed knowing there was nothing more she could do for him then wait for back-up and keep them both safe. She heard the crunching footsteps of someone approaching from the direction she and Clint had come and pulled the bow back, ready for anything.
“[Y/N]!”
“Nat!” She cried out, “Oh thank the Gods!”
The red haired woman quickly ran over to where the pair sat and was quickly followed by a team of agents. They took Clint, looks of distress coloring all their features, as Natasha pulled [Y/N] to her feet and helped her back to the chopper. Sure the mission was hard but the [h/c] haired woman had a feeling that the hardest part was yet to come.
~*~
“You’re his partner, it’s your job to keep him alive!” Laura shouted in the infirmary hall.
“In case you haven’t noticed that’s exactly what I did!” [Y/N] yelled back, she didn’t like the idea of arguing with Clint’s wife while he lay unconscious but she wasn’t going to be walked on either.
“After he was shot thirteen times!” The brunette woman continued, “What kind of an agent are you?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were an expert on the matter.” The [h/c] haired woman hissed, “Please, tell me what I should have done!”
“Keep him safe!” Laura shouted.
[Y/N] growled, rolling her [e/c] eyes and glaring at the woman in front of her. What the hell did this woman know?
“Would you two keep it down?” Natasha said as she walked down the hall towards them.
Both women sighed, shifting so they weren’t facing each other. Nat joined them, leaning on the wall across from Clint’s room.
“Any news?” She asked, her question directed at [Y/N] but Laura answered first.
“They’re not telling me a damn thing!” She exclaimed, glancing back at the door then down at the tiled floor.
“His blood count is up but the doctors still don’t know when he’ll regain consciousness.” [Y/N] answered weakly then forced a weak smile, “Maybe it’s a good thing he’s out cold, I mean he has more stitches than Frankenstein’s monster and you know how Clint is.”
“You think this is funny?” Laura snapped.
“Laura calm down.” Natasha said soothingly but made no move to comfort the woman, actually she was surprised the brunette woman was even here seeing as things between her and Clint had been on a downward spiral for the last seven months but she guessed what your husband was near death things like that didn’t matter.
“No!” She yelled, “This woman, the woman who nearly got him killed I might add, knows more about what’s going on with my husband than I do!”
“That’s because I’ve been the one by his side when you decided that being with him was becoming too difficult!” [Y/N] snarled in response.
“[Y/N]-“
“It’s alright Nat, I’m just gonna go get something sweet.” The younger woman said as she stormed down the hall away from the other two women.
Hot tears stung at her [e/c] eyes as she stood in front of the vending machine, she hadn’t even decided what she wanted when the tears began to burn. She rested her forehead against the glass, gripping the money in her hand tight enough that she was sure it ripped, and allowed the tears to slowly slip free. When she finally righted herself and wiped away the few stray tears that still lingered, she wasn’t aware of just how much time passed but soon after she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket.
“Hello?” She answered, voice sounding too exhausted to be dealing with anything.
“I don’t know where you disappeared to,” Natasha began, “but he’s asking for you.”
Immediately [Y/N] was running back down the hall towards Clint’s room, stopping when she saw a sour faced Laura standing outside in the hall. Without even sparing the brunette woman another glance she walked into the room but she couldn’t bring herself to move past the doorway.
“Oh come on, I’m not that ugly.” Clint said, giving her a smile as he looked at her.
“I just….”
“Have I actually taken the words away from the Queen of Wit?” He teased, patting the spot on the bed beside him.
“Oh shut up.” [Y/N] huffed, taking a seat at the spot he had given her.
“How did we make it back?”
“This magick fairy named Natasha came and got our asses before the enemy had a chance to regroup and find us.” She sighed, this was the last thing she wanted to talk about.
Clint nodded in understanding, Nat must have filled him in already because he had no further questions about the missions for her but the sudden smirk that crossed his face was definitely unsettling.
“So I heard you and Laura had a cat fight right outside my room and I wasn’t invited to watch.” He said with a chuckle.
“I didn’t realize you were into gossiping now Nat, maybe you’ve been spending too much time with Stark.” [Y/N] quipped, ignoring Clint’s comment.
“Actually it was Laura who told him.” The red head explained, “I think she was expecting ol’ bird brain here to take her side or something.”
“And let me guess, he didn’t and thus why she’s out in the hall right now?”
“Bingo.” Nat confirmed then glanced between the two partners then stood from her seat on the chair, “I should probably go talk to her.”
“Thanks.” Clint sighed, closing his eyes in obvious exhaustion.
“Maybe you should get some rest.” [Y/N] suggested.
“From what I’ve heard, I’ve been resting the past eight days.” He retorted.
“I’m glad you’re okay Clint.” She muttered, staring at all the stitches in his chest and knowing there would be more scars for him to add to his collection.
“How’s your leg?”
“Oh sure, you’re the one in the infirmary bed and I’m the one you’re worrying about.”
“You give me more than enough reasons to worry.” He countered.
“For once, worry about yourself.” [Y/N] ordered then held up her hand as he opened his mouth to protest, “I promise I’m fine.”
“You said fine.” Clint pointed out with a frown.
“So?”
“Everyone knows that when a woman says she’s fine then she is most definitely not fine.”
“Clint, please, I’m alright.” She sighed, “Just worried about you.”
“Ha! Now you know the feeling!” He mocked with a playful smile.
“Just get some rest, please.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” He agreed, laying back down as she stood up, “And [Y/N]?”
“Yes?” She said, turning from the door to look over at him.
“Thanks.”
[Y/N] only nodded, leaving the room after watching his eyes close and quietly shut the door behind herself.
“You two seem close.” Laura said bitterly once she was sure the door was closed.
“You would be too if you’d stop pushing him away.” [Y/N] retorted.
“Don’t tell me how to run my marriage.”
“Funny, I wasn’t aware this was how marriage worked.” [Y/N] said then walked back down the hallway, finally able to go home and get some rest now that she knew Clint was alright.
~*~
She found him up on the roof, it was nothing new but it wasn’t like him to ignore her either. It had been a long four months, he still wasn’t allowed on field missions and she had been assigned a temporary partner, and she knew there was more than work eating away at him.
“Anything you wanna talk about?” She asked, coming to stand beside him as the railing.
“If I wanted to talk I would have answered your calls or texts.” Clint retorted.
“Fair enough.”
A heavy silence fell over them, it was almost uncomfortable. She simply looked up at the sky, admiring the full moon, while his gaze stayed locked on something far off in the distance. After another moment she gave a sigh and looked over at him.
“I wanted t-“
“Just leave me alone.” He ordered, not even sparing a glance in her direction.
“If that’s what you ant.” She muttered, sure the hurt in her voice was noticed by more than just her own ears if the way he tensed was any indication, “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” She then placed a lunch box, one he had given her when he became aggravated with her lack of eating on missions, on the concrete floor beside him, “Nat told me you haven’t been eating so I brought you a little something. I have a mission tomorrow but I’ll be back to check on you when I get back.”
She continued to look at him, concern clouding her [e/c] eyes, before taking a step back and turning to make her way back towards the elevator.
“She wants a divorce.” His tone was sharp and it cut through the silence of the night like razorblades.
“What?” [Y/N] asked, turning to face him once more.
“Laura, she wants a divorce.” Clint sighed, “Well actually she made me choose.”
“Choose what?”
“Whether to stay with her or stay with S.H.E.I.L.D.”
“So you chose S.H.E.I.L.D?” She asked, wondering how he could abandon the woman he loved for so long for life threatening work.
“I can’t leave.” He sighed.
“Why not, you’d be happier and, not to mention, safe.”
“Who would keep you safe?” He blurted out, turning to face her, “If I left, who the hell would keep your accident prone ass safe?”
“I’ve been doing quite well without you these past few months thank you.” [Y/N] defended, crossing her arms over her chest with a pout.
“Barely.” He scoffed with a roll of his eyes, “I’ve seen the condition you come back in [Y/N].”
“It’s not your job to take care of me Clint.” She pointed out, “But it is your job to make your wife happy.”
“This marriage has been falling apart for almost a year now, the only reason she’s doing this is because of you.”
“You mean because you almost died.” She corrected.
“No, because she hates how close we are.” Clint stated with a sigh.
“You were close with Nat too.”
“Not like this.” Clint huffed, gesturing his arms around them, “Laura just saw it before I did.”
“And what exactly is it that she saw Clint?” [Y/N] inquired with a raised brow, feeling her heart pounding in her chest; this conversation had suddenly taken an unexpected twist.
He didn’t answer her and rather than stick around for what was to follow she quickly turned and took a step towards the elevator before she heard him speak again, his words causing her to freeze.
“If you leave,” Clint began, his voice trembling, “then I’m done. If you walk away now then I’ll give Laura exactly what she wants.”
“Maybe that’s what’s best.” She whispered, beginning to tremble slightly.
“Do you really believe that?” He asked, crossing the rooftop to where she stood in a few strides.
He put his hands on her wrist, brushing his fingers over the smooth flesh of her arms before allowing them to rest on her shoulders. Her breathing increased and her chest constricted, knowing that if she lost him it would hurt her in ways no amount of time would ever heal.
“I feel it too.” He whispered against her neck, turning her around so that she was now facing him.
They had been partners for nearly two years and had been closer than this on countless missions but this was a different kind of closeness. This wasn’t just the closeness that came with successfully completing a mission, no, this was intimate and life altering. Her hands slowly raised to cup his neck in her gentle hands as his own hands slip down to rest on her hips. For a while neither of them knew what to do, merely settling on staring into each other’s eyes until he pulled her closer so that their chest were now pressed together. Of course they both felt it, almost from the moment they met there was something between them, but never had either of them ever thought that something like this would happen to them. He leaned his head down, his lips hovering over hers so that they ever so lightly brushed as he spoke.
“Let me love you.” Clint whispered, closing the distance between them and locking their lips in a kiss that sealed both their fates.
~*~
There was a sudden pressure on her neck and looking down she saw a necklace, specifically one in the form of a silver arrow.
“What’s this?” [Y/N] asked, turning to face the man who stood behind her with a smirk.
“Just a little something so you don’t forget me while you’re off with Steve on those missions.” Clint answered.
“As if I could forget you.” She laughed, pulling on the collar of his shirt so she was able to give him a chaste kiss before pulling away with a smirk of her own, “You know what I think?”
“What?”
“You only bought this because you wanted it for yourself but it’s too girly.” She laughed.
“Maybe, but it looks better on you anyways.” Clint chuckled then pressed his lips to hers once again.
~*~
“So you and Robin Hood?” Tony asked as laid across the couch, staring up at the ceiling.
“Yup.” [Y/N] answered, popping the ‘p’ as she did so and toying with the necklace that hung around her neck.
“You know he’s still married right?” The billionaire inquired with a raised brow.
“Not for long, the papers will be signed by the end of the day.” She answered indifferently.
“Ya know [nickname],” The brunette began, “you may have just ruined a marriage.”
“Is the infamous Anthony Stark reprimanding me on my relationship?”
“Touché.” Tony chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender, “So how long have you kept this under wraps?”
“About two months and the only reason you even found out was because you had JARVIS spying on us.” The young woman answered.
“I’m surprised you managed to keep it secret for that long right under my nose.”
“We’re trained assassins.” [Y/N] pointed out then rolled off the couch and stood up.
“Where are you going?” Tony asked as he watched her walked towards the elevators.
“Down to the office rooms to wait for Clint.” She answered with a wave over her shoulder.
[E/C] eyes widened in complete shock. She wanted to do something, anything that wasn’t just standing there watching. But every part of her was numb and she felt like she would shatter at any moment.
He stood with his hands on her hips, making no attempt to distance himself from her as their lips moved together in a painful harmony.
She wasn’t sure what caused it, whether it was his acute senses or just their need for air but when they broke apart his blue-grey eyes locked with her [e/c] eyes. She wasn’t sure what he saw there, she wasn’t sure of anything at that moment let alone her damn emotions.
Laura pulled away from him with a heart stopping smile. She turned to see what he was staring at and her eyes locked with the other woman.
“[Y/N]….”
He spoke to her while still in the arms of the woman he was supposed to be divorcing! Finally she was able to move, ripping the silver arrow necklace away and tossing it to the ground at his feet before turning on her heel and slowly making her way to the elevator once more.
~*~
“Whoa, whoa, whoa calm down [nickname]!” Tony exclaimed as [Y/N] stormed into the lab.
“Set the damn thing up Anthony or I shall direct everything I’m feeling right now at your sorry ass!” She screamed, barely managing to hold in her tears, walking over to the door that lead to the battle simulation room.
“What the hell happened?” The engineer exclaimed in confusion.
“None of your business!”
Slamming the door behind her [Y/N] waited for the simulation to begin. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to kill or cry at that moment so she settled on doing both, allowing her tears of fury and sorrow to make her body shake as she cut through attacker after attacker. No matter how many simulations she went through, no matter how much flesh she slice through, nothing was making the pain go away. Eventually she was on the ground crying in the middle of a rainy forest, Tony must have turned off the battle aspect of it because she had been crying for a good five minutes without so much as a shadow joining her but right now she was thankful for it. When finally someone did join her in the raining forest, she looked up to see the very person she was fighting, quite literally, to forget.
“[Y/N]-“
“If you don’t leave right now I will fucking kill you.” She growled venomously.
“You won’t hurt me.” Clint said in a confident tone.
“Can you trust me not to hurt you the way I trusted you?” She shot at him bitterly.
He flinched at her words, his pain triggered something in her; after hours of battle simulation his pain was the only thing to make her feel the slightest bit better.
“[Y/N]-“
She lunged at him, not in the way he wanted but with the full intent of fulfilling her earlier threat. He had no time to react, she was too quick. She tackled him to the ground, immediately beginning to attack him with all the fury of a harpy. She had dropped her blades when she lunged, something he was more than grateful for but her fists were just as effective a weapon.
He tried to defend himself, rolling them over and pinning her arms above her head as they both breathed heavily but her legs quickly connected with his groin and he fell to the side. She capitalized on this and began slamming his head into the wet earth below but then she was gone for a split moment before he was kicked onto his back. He stared at her as she hovered over him, blade poised over his heart.
She stared down at him, allowing him to see all the emotions kept in those [e/c] pools as her rage began to clear before her hands began to shake and she threw her knife to the side. Her hands were on either side of his head now as she bent her head and he could see her shoulders shake as she cried.
“Why?” [Y/N] breathed out through sobs, “Was I not enough for you? Did I do something wrong? WHY?”
He flinched once again, as much as the wounds she inflicted on him hurt nothing pierced him more that then her own pain. Especially knowing this was his fault.
“We signed the papers and she kissed me, like she was hoping it would change everything.” Clint explained, running a hand through his wet hair.
“You didn’t even try to stop it.”
“I-“
“I watched you kiss her!” [Y/N] yelled, looking up at him and he could visably see her closing herself off to him.
“Something just came over me and I just couldn’t stop.”
“Enjoy your happily ever after Agent Barton.” She said, standing and picking up her knives to sheath them then looked over her shoulder at him as she made to leave, “I won’t be seeing you again.”
He tried to move, to follow after her and make everything right again, but her attacks had gotten him worse than he thought and he was left lying there in the rain as his own tears began slipping free.
~*~
“You’re distracted.” Steve said in a calm voice as he watched his partner prepare to go into enemy territory.
“I’d like to argue but it’d be useless.” [Y/N] sighed, securing the last of her weapons before looking up at him, “Just let me do what I do best.”
“Be careful in there.” Steve sighed, watching as she walked off and quickly hurried after her.
“Alright, I’m in the room, do you think you can cover me while I get the files?”
“Consider it done.”
It didn’t matter.
It didn’t matter that there was no playful batter.
It didn’t matter that it wasn’t Clint’s voice on the other end of the earpiece.
It didn’t matter that Clint wasn’t there to protect her if, when, something went wrong.
It didn’t matter that there was no Clint to embrace when this was all over.
It didn’t matter that she would never see him again.
It didn’t matter.
None of it mattered.
A bullet hit the wall beside her head and the [h/c] haired woman was pulled from her depressing thoughts and brought back to the matter at hand. Why wasn’t Steve covering her? Quickly she shoved the various files into the briefcase she held and turned to face her attacker, or in this case attackers, after locking said briefcase.
“Look,” [Y/N] began nonchalantly, “I’m really not in the mood to be dealing with you or your merry band of morons so if you would get out of the way that would be great.”
“Stop making conversation and get out of there!” Steve shouted in her ear.
“I’d love to but three wild goons seem to be blocking my path.” She remarked, “Do you happen to have a poke flute?”
“A what?”
“Nevermind.” She sighed.
Steve heard five gun shots from the other end and panic instantly overtook him even as he fought against his away group of attackers.
“Let’s go pretty boy.” [Y/N] said from behind him.
“I thought-“
“Yeah I know what you thought.” She huffed with a roll of her eyes, “Such little faith Captain, really I’m offended.”
“We don’t have time for this, you’re bleeding out.” Steve said in exasperation, knocking the last goon out.
“Oh yeah, I forgot about those.”
“You forgot you got shot?” Steve exclaimed in disbelief.
“You act like it’s the first time.” [Y/N] muttered.
“Get the hell outta there Cap, they’ve got reinforcements coming from the south entrance.”
That voice.
She frantically shook her head, hoping it was just her mind playing tricks on her and that she did not just here Clint’s voice in her ear. Before she could dwell on it any longer, Steve took hold of her upper arm tightly and began hurriedly pulling her through the halls of the compounds.
“I have you in sight, now get the hell out of there before the strike hits.” Clint ordered.
Enemy forces were suddenly come out from every direction as the duo made to escape. Clint cursed loudly and she wondered how much effort it took Steve not to reprimand him.
“This may be a bad time to mention this,” The young woman began, “but I think I’m gonna pass out.”
“You pick now to bring this up?” Clint shouted.
“Shut up! You have no right to talk to me!” She yelled at him and with her elevate blood pressure thanks to aggravation and who knew what else, a wave of dizziness washed over her.
“Will you stop being so stubborn and focus on staying alive?” Clint huffed, heavy breathing being heard as he struggled to make his way to them.
“What do you care?”
“Guys, this is not the time!” Steve interjected.
“No time like the present, right?” [Y/N] spat back then fired a number of bullets at the oncoming men.
“If that’s the case then say what you need to but I am not explaining to Fury if you die because of your lover’s quarrel!” Steve sighed, knocking a few more men out of the way.
“What are you doing here Clint?” [Y/N] snapped without missing a beat.
“Saving your ass as usual.”
“Oh so now you care?”
“I never stopped caring!” Clint retorted, “I divorced my wife to be with you remember?”
“Was that before or after you had your tongue down her throat?”
Silence.
She was then grabbed from behind by one of the stealthier goons with a gun held firmly to her head.
“I’m sorry.” Clint sighed, “I can’t give you a decent explanation for what happened nor can I change the past but I love you and if I have to spend the rest of my life fighting to make you understand that and thinking of ways to get you back then so be it but I’m here for you.”
“Clint….” It was the only thing she could say, words failing her at that moment as the battle around them became all but nonexistent in her mind.
“How cute.” The goon holding her laughed darkly, “A confession of love right before death!”
“Excuse me, but can’t you see we’re in the middle of something?” [Y/N] said, managing to free one of her arms and raising her gun to her captures head before pulling the trigger and feeling herself free once more then spoke into the earpiece, “Well Robin Hood if that’s how you feel then I hope you’re up for a lifetime of groveling.”
“Does this mean you two are finally back together?” Steve asked, slamming his shield into the skulls of four men in front of him.
“If she’ll have me.” Clint said, suddenly beside her and wrapping an arm around her waist so that he could pull her closer to himself.
“I’ll think about it.” [Y/N] remarked, relishing the feeling of being back in his arms, briefly going on her tip toes to press a chaste kiss to his chapped lips, “I expect my necklace back by the way.”
She didn’t forgive him yet, and a part of her probably never would, but he had finally apologized and she wasn’t willing to lose any more time with him when the lives they lived were so fleeting.
Their moment was ended as she was hit with yet another bullet, blood instantly pouring from her wound. Steve threw his shield at her attacker as Clint kept her from falling due to the force of the blow. Her vision began to bliur and the young woman knew her time was up, she was surprised she managed to hang on to consciousness for this long with all the blood she had lost but with both men being fully capable of finishing things up she figured it was alright to give in just this once.
“Well boys,” [Y/N] began, “I leave this mess in your capable hands.”
“What do you- Shit!” Clint hissed as the [h/c] haired woman fell limp in his arms.
“Language Clint.” Steve huffed.
“Not the time Cap.” The archer growled, being left with no other option than to place [Y/N] on the graveled earth so he could shoot a smoke arrow to provide them with much needed cover to escape.
~*~
[E/C] eyes fluttered open only to immediately close afterwards upon being met with blinding light.
“Rise and shine sleeping beauty.”
She opened her eyes, this time giving herself time to adjust to the harsh brightness of the room, once again at the sound of an all too familiar voice beside her. When she turned her head she was met with a warm smile and worry clouded blue-grey eyes.
“I feel like I was hit by a bus.” She muttered in a hoarse voice.
“Really?” Clint teased in response, “Because you look like a slice of Swiss cheese to me.”
“Oh hardy har-har.”
“You really are accident prone ya know that?”
“Oh bite me Merida.” [Y/N] huffed with a roll of her eyes.
“Maybe when you get out of here but for now you need to rest.” Clint retorted with a smirk.
“You have to earn your way back into my bed mister, you don’t just get a free ticket there.”
“That’s alright,” Clint assured, “we can just use my bed.”
She couldn’t hold back the laughter that bubbled within her, shaking her head as her laughter painfully shook her body.
“You are such an idiot!” She said once she had calmed down.
“Yeah but I was hoping I could be your idiot.” Clint said with a hopeful smile as he held up her mended silver arrow necklace.
In response the [h/c] haired woman reached up and took the necklace from him, securing it around her neck before looking up at him once more.
“So long as you’re always there to save my accident prone ass.” She replied with a smile.
“Always.” Clint promised, leaning down to seal his promise with a sweet kiss.