Fidgety
Okay. Okay, this is fine. This is… I can make this work. We can make this work. I just have to come up with a plan. Yeah. Once I have a plan, I can stop avoiding Clint.
Is he gonna listen though? I’ve been avoiding him since I found out. It’s been a week. What if he doesn’t –
No. I can’t think like that. He wouldn’t… Well. I don’t know what he would do.
I can’t let myself get wrapped up in the negative. I have to come up with a plan. For a supposed master spy, the guy has no self-preservation skills. He’d get us stoned in the street. I have to be the one to pick up the slack, to think of all the angles. If I can’t come up with something good and get him on board… I could loose him.
…
Damn it.
“Found you.”
My whole body flinched. I rushed to wipe my traitorous eyes so I could turn a glare at the intruder. His lopsided grin only made it harder to be angry.
“You’ve been holed up here for a while. Something on your mind.”
Yeah. You. I’ll be damned if I’ll admit that though.
“Just thinking,” I answered, turning away before my eyes could water again.
“Maybe I could help.”
Deep breath. Have strength.
…
Okay, maybe this could –
A brush of lips against my nape sent a shiver down my spine. He placed another on my shoulder.
“Stop.”
Him pulling away might as well be physically painful.
“Alright. Just tell me one thing?”
I shifted around to face my lovable fella when his silence dragged on. And damn if the sight of his watery cornflower blue eyes didn’t punch the breath out of me.
“Do you…”
He paused to sniffle. I desperately controlled the urge to pull him into a hug I’d never let him out of.
“I thought you were interested. I thought… And then you saw my mark. We’re soulmates. I thought… Did I misread something here?” he asked, voice cracking in places.
Damn it. I can’t do this anymore. Consequences be damned just this once.
He melted into my arms when I pulled him over into my space. It wasn’t like fireworks like they say in the movies. It was fucking passion at its finest, fierce and sweet and a little frantic toward the end.
I pulled away first. Held him as he caught his breath against my shoulder. Savored every second of it for as long as I could.
“So… Didn’t misread,” he panted out, clutching me close.
I nuzzled his hair. Let myself indulge in one last kiss before tearing myself away.
“No. You didn’t.”
“Then why the hell have you been avoiding me?”
“Because!”
Calm. Be calm. Deep breaths.
“Because,” I repeated, quieter this time. “I don’t want nothing to happen to you okay? I was trying to… come up with a plan. A way we could be together without anyone figuring it out.”
The sentiment didn’t cool Clint’s temper though. Only seemed to make him madder.
“You ashamed of me?” he asked, quiet and furious.
“No!”
He crossed his arms over his chest with a moody huff.
“Then why?”
Aw damn it. Why? Isn’t it obvious?
“Because you can’t be gay out in the streets, Barton. That’s why. I love you damn it. I don’t want us getting stoned at the pizza place.”
All that anger drained in an instant.
“Wait… Has no one explained to you that being LGBT is legal now?”
…
“L, G, what?”