“Ready?” Wanda questioned as she leaned against the door frame of Natasha’s room.
Rolling her eyes, Natasha let out a scoff as she crossed her arms along her chest. “Just waiting on the princess.”
Hopping off her bed, she strolled over to the bathroom door before she began knocking. “Come on, Y/N!” She sighed. “We’re gonna be late!”
——
Gazing at your figure in the mirror, you sighed. Smoothing down the front of your dress you moved your body to slightly check out your backside while glancing over your shoulder.
Natasha had loaned you one of her dresses. It was a skin tight black mini dress, the hem barely kissing the middle of your thighs. The neckline swooped lower than normal, allowing the tops of your breasts to be seen.
As Nat banged on the door, you jumped involuntarily as it downed on you that, you had run out of time to nit pick your figure.
“Coming!” You called through the door as you sighed giving your image a last once over.
Opening the door, you were greeted with beaming smiles of your two best friends.
“Woah.” Natasha spoke, surprise evident in her voice.
“Y/N….” Wanda began. “You…You look-“
“Hot.” Natasha finished for her with a smirk.
The room quickly erupted in giggles between the three of you. All the things you had been insecure about slowly melting away as your friends knew exactly how to lighten the moment.
“Come on, we have some men to make drool.” Natasha spoke, interwining her arm with yours.
Her comment earned a sigh and an eye roll from you. Once you had ventured into the hallway, Wanda quickly intertwined her arm through Natasha free one.
As your trio entered the area that Tony was throwing his party, you instantly felt the heaviness of stares. The subconscious insecurities quickly coming back to you.
“Drinks!” Wanda exclaimed capturing both yours and Natasha’s attention. “I think we need drinks!”
Giggling, you nodded your head in agreement as you allowed your friends to drag you towards the bar.
Once Natasha and Wanda ordered their drinks they had quickly disappeared, leaving you all alone waiting for yours.
—
“You got a little somethin’ right there, Barton.” Natasha smirked as she gestured vaguely to her face.
“W-What?”
“Drool.” Nat chuckled.
“Natasha!” Clint hissed.
“What?” She chuckled giving his shoulder a gentle bump with her own. “I’m just sayin’. “
Clint shook his head as he gave her a slight chuckle. “No you weren’t.”
“No, I wasn’t.” Natasha grinned with a light laugh. “You should tell her how you feel.”
Frowning, he turned to glance at Natasha. “I…I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because…” His voice trailed off as he let out a heavy sigh. “Because she probably don’t share the same type of feelings.”
“As you best friend, I’m advising you, to take what I said into consideration.” She spoke raising an eyebrow as she lefted upon spotting Bruce.
Letting out another heavy sigh, Clint turned his attention back towards you. He clenched his jaw once he saw the scene before him. You were letting the sweet melody of your giggles into the air as a build brunette chatted you up at the bar. Heat rose in his cheeks as well as traveling up the back of his neck. Clint wasn’t one to harbor jealously, but in this moment, he did.
——
Your laughter filled the air. Once your humor had subsided you lifted your glass to your lips taking a sip.
“Well,” You sighed, keeping your attention on the man. He was showing you clear signs that he found you attractive and that he was interested in you. However, you had your eyes set on a certain archer. Although you were best friends, you didn’t want to ruin the close relationship between you with something as silly as one sided feelings or so you thought.
“Would….Would you like to get dinner sometime?” The man questioned.
He had told you his name earlier in the conversation, however you hadn’t been bothered to remember. As you pondered the thought, you felt an arm wrap around your waist tugging you tight against a built body behind you.
“She’s busy.”
Clint’s voice rang through your ears as his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, in a protective manner.
A shocked gasp falling past your lips at his actions, completely taking you by surprise.
“She never mentioned she had a boyfriend, buddy.” The man taunted, his body stiffened while he leaned against the ledge of the bar.
“She shouldn’t have to.” Clint spoke tightening his jaw.
“Are you guys going to keep referring to me in the third person as if I’m not here or …. ? “ You spoke sassing both men. Turning slightly, you gave Clint a questioning gaze with a raised eyebrow.
“Shit, sorry-“
Letting out a sigh, you rolled your eyes. Downing the rest of your drink, you lightly slammed it on the ledge, before manuvering around either man.
“I’m outtie 5000.” You spat turning towards the dance floor, in search of your Two friends.
Clint let out an exasperated sigh.
———
As time passed by, you enjoyed dancing with Natasha and Wanda in the middle of the dance floor.
Shared giggles were shared between you. A few men tried to infiltrate the small circle however none were successful. Each of you letting out a huff along with an eye roll of annoyance.
It wasn’t much longer before you felt a pair of firm calloused hands, land on your hips. Turninng around in their arms, you were ready to spit a sarcastic remark at them. Quickly, it died in your throat as Y/E/C gazed into a set of familiar blue ones.
“Clint?” You questioned scrunching your eyebrows together in slight confusion.
“Hi.” He spoke gently, offering you his signature smile.
Frowning, you tilted your head slightly as you gazed at him.
“W-What’re you doing?”
“What?” He chuckled. “Can’t I dance with my favorite person?”
Before you could stop it, a gasp tumbled from your lips. “I’m….I’m your favorite person?”
A light laugh fell from his lips, causing his chest to rumble beneath your hand that you hadn’t realized was resting there. The gentle feeling capturing your attention.
“Why wouldn’t you be?” He questioned tilting his head towards the side.
Not allowing you to answer, he wrapped his arms further around your waist, gently tugging you closer towards him, yet giving you enough time to reject him or pull away. When you didn’t Clint held you firm against him. His chest was pressed to yours, along with your hips. Leaning down, he allowed his forehead to rest against yours, while your breaths mingled together.
Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to be in the moment. The stereos of the club bumping with whatever music they deemed popular. Other club members dancing and grinding to their heart’s desire.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Clint questioned. His jaw clenching tightly once the words had slipped past his lips.
Grinning, you nodded your head. “Please.”
Manuvering himself to lead you out of the club, he held a hand out for you to take. Butterflies erupted in your stomach. Placing your hand within his, he intertwined your fingers, allowing you to keep together through the crowd of people.
Once you were outside, the stale, heavy air of the club, was quickly replaced with refreshed and lightness.
Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling. However, in your slightly drunken state, you hadn’t realized you had begun to sway and tumble to the ground.
Clint swiftly wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you up right. For the third time that night, you had found yourself in contact with his chest.
Letting out a soft whine at the warmth he provided, he chuckled. The same rumble you had felt before quickly returning.
Releasing his hold on you, he quickly shrugged off his jacket before he placed it around your shoulders. Letting out a giddy squeal, you slid your arms into the sleeves. Clint’s aroma coursing through your senses. Your mind hazy with the thoughts and smell of him. Everything was Clint.
“Hey.” Clint spoke gently. His hands resting comfortably on your waist. “You okay?” His eyebrows furrowed together in concern.
Grinning to yourself, you bit your bottom lip. A soft hum leaving your lips.
Placing a finger beneath your chin, Clint gently forced you to gaze at him. “Did you hear me, baby love?”
Gaping at him, you felt the butterflies erupt in your stomach once again. “N-No.” You admitted.
Grinning to down at you, he leaned forward allowing his nose to gently rub along yours. His breath mingling with yours, while invisible sparks enveloped you as heat danced along your cheeks.
“Are you okay?” Clint’s voice seemed to somehow dropped an octave. His voice becoming much more hoarse than it was before.
“Oh.” You breathed against his lips. Your hands finding his shirt beneath them. Grasping the fabric, your balled the material in your hands gently tugging him the slight distance that was between you.
Your lips brushing against his, Clint found himself at a loss for words for the first time all night. Without missing a beat, you could see him take a sharp breath at your actions, while his hands tightened around your waist. Giggling, you had drunkenly decided that you were going to tease him.
Since you could remember, there was always a feeling of something more between you and Clint. Neither of you wanting to be the first one to crack. However, as of late, the tension had become unbareable. Not just to the pair of you, but to everyone around you. Your mutual friends had even begun attempting to get the pair of you together. Your friends mostly being Wanda and Natasha.
Giggling, you decided to poke your tongue out and trace the seam of his lips. Your actions taking Clint by surprise. Taking another sharp breath, he let out a groan.
The sweet melody of the noise he made, caused you to let out a moan in return. Tightening your grip upon Clint’s shirt, you gently tugged him until he was firmly pressed along you. Before you knew it, your hands were buried in his hair, while he maneuvered you to a nearby wall pinning you beneath him.
Gasping at the chilled sensation, he took the opportunity and placed his lips upon yours. Sharing a groan, Clint pressed himself further into you while you allowed your hands to travel along the plains of his muscular back.
Pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth, he began descending along your jaw and throat. It wasn’t until you felt the graze of his teeth, that you realized where you were and what you were doing.
“W-Wait.” You panted, feeling your chest rise and fall at a rapid pace.
Clint halted his actions immediately. His hands were swiftly off your body and onto the wall behind you, earning a soft whine from your lips. Pushing himself away, he gazed at you with alarmed eyes.
“I’m…I’m sorry…” He breathed out, guilt immediately washed over his features.
“No, it’s… It’s okay.” You sighed, grasping his shirt tugging him back into you. “We….We should take this somewhere else….Please.”
Grinning at you, he placed a soft kiss to your lips. Nipping at your bottom lip, he nodded his head.
———
Hailing a cab. You slid in, impatiently tugging Clint in behind you. Telling the cab driver directions to the compound, you nearly jumped his bones. Tugging him into you, there was a shared giggle of happiness. Reminding you much like a giddy school girl crush.
Kissing his lips, it was your turn to nip at him. A quieted groan sounded from him. Slipping your tongue passed his lips, you licked into his mouth. Clint’s hands wrapped around you keeping you snug against him. Giving a gentle tug to the ends of his hand, another groan surpassed his lips and into yours.
Smiling into the kiss, you hand untangled yourself from him just in time to arrive at home. Once the cab driver was paid, you both had bolted out of the cab and into the compound.
As you both ventured through the hallways, your stumbles and giggles bounced off the walls. Supporting each other, you nearly tripped and sent you both tumbling to the floor.
Bellowing in laughter, you had finally arrived at Clint’s room. Once you both had passed through the threshold, shoes and clothes came off.
“Here.” Clint spoke gently, giving you a small stack of clothes. “I’ll be in the hallway.”
Leaving the room, you bit your lip as the butterflies fluttered around your tummy. Giddiness overwhelming you. Spinning around, you quickly realized how terrible of an idea that was.
Once you had finished changing, your senses were overloaded by Clint again. His shirt was much too big for you, stopping past mid thigh while his pajama pants fit a tad baggy.
Opening the door, you peer into the hall to find Clint gazing at the ceiling while leaning against the wall.
“Well, hello there handsome.” You spoke softly, leaning against the door frame. Gazing at him softly, you could see the slightly tint of a rose color making its’ way along his cheeks. “Are you looking for someone?”
“Yeah.” He responded with a grin, making his way towards his room. “You.”
Squealing you attempted to move swiftly, but the drinks from the bar gave you false hope.
Wrapping his arms around your waist, he gave you a gentle squeeze while lifting you off the ground. The sound of shared giggles filling the room.
“You look…” Clint’s voice trailed off, once he placed you back on your feet. Turning to face him, you bit your lip. Lifting his hand to cradle your jaw, his thumb made its way towards your lips, tugging your lip from between your teeth.
“Breath taking.”
Grinning at his confession, you quickly rolled your eyes. “Have you gone soft on me, Barton?” You teased, giving him a poke in his stomach.
Jolting away from you he let out a surprised groan. “Me? Never.”
Giggling, you shook your head before crawling into his bed. Clint promptly moved around his room before he changed into a pair of pajamas, and climbed into bed beside you.
Turning on your side, you gazed at the archer beside you. Catching your staring, he mirrored your position. Reaching up, he began lacing his fingers through your hair, lightly playing with it.
You were the One to break the silence first. “You know,” Your voice was dripping in sarcasm.
Clint hummed in acknowledgement.
“When we agreed to go to bed together, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.” You spoke feeling butterflies arise.
“Oh?” He spoke moving closer towards you, gently nudging his nose against yours. “And what exactly did you have in mind?”
“Well,” Your voice trailed off, as you pondered in thought.
Raising an eyebrow, Clint was quickly becoming impatient.
“Well, this.” You spoke giggling. “But with food.”
Letting out a bellowing laugh, you quickly joined in.
“You know, I did too.”
“See!” You exclaimed excitedly. “This is why we’re best friends!”
“Is that what we are?” Clint questioned, his voice giving away the slight hurt he was feeling.
“I-I…” Your voice broke off as you gazed at him. “I…I was hoping not.”
Frowning Clint scrunched his eyebrows together as he tried to wrack his brain.
Letting out a sigh, your mind attempted to stop you, but you were fed up with the slow movement of things between you.
“To hell with it.” You murmured. “What’re you doing tomorrow night?”
“Uh…Well…” Clint spoke as he attempted to recall what he was doing. “Nothing..”
“How would you like to go on a date?” You questioned leaning up on your arm, allowing you to tower over him. “With me?” Your voice waivered slightly as you felt a slight uneasiness wash over you.
“I would like that.” Clint responded with a grin. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he gently tugged you down onto him.
“Good. Now how about some food?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”