CLINT! Clint/Reader
(Told From Your Point Of View)
I'm alone for once in a blue moon while most of the team is out.
Clint's still here, but he's off doing his own thing.
I'm relaxing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and a book, because normally Thor would be vacuuming down Pop-Tarts, or Tony rigging the toaster to shoot hot bread at Steve's face, or Bruce would be passed out on the kitchen floor with a coffee mug.
None of that today!
"Is there any more of that?" I jump as the ceiling talks to me.
"Clint! You asshole!" I whine.
"Seriously, is there any more coffee?" He hums.
"Yeah.." I sigh.
~~~
I beating all of Tony's high scores on a video game when suddenly the vent above the couch pops open and Clint lands next to me.
I fall of the couch with a scream.
"God Damn It Clint! I Hate You!" I throw a pillow that went down with me at him.
~~~
I'm on high alert while I clean up the lab for Bruce.
I hear a noise in the vents and flip around my broom to point the bristled end at the airway.
"I'm done with your shit, Clint!" I warn.
"What shit?"
I nearly jump out of my skin as Clint pops out of thin air behind me.
"You're not in the vent?" I frown after my heart isn't going to burst out of my chest.
"No..? Are you okay?" Clint puts a hand to my forehead.
"Don't touch me," I knock his hand away from my face, "yes, I'm fine, what did I hear in the vent of it's not you?"
As he's about to argue or give me a smart ass comment (hard to tell which), he hears the noise too.
"I'll go investigate, you stay here, and if I die, tell my story," Clint climbs up into the vent.
"Yes, I'll tell everyone you were eaten by vent monsters to save me," I roll my eyes.
It's probably a rat or something.
"Holy Shit! It's huge!" Clint yells.
He's joking, I know it...
"Bet you've never heard that from a woman," I joke.
"I'm not kidding!"
"What makes you think I am?"
He screams instead of responding, and I hear him struggling in the vents.
"Clint?"
Nothing...
"Clint?!"
Still Nothing..!
"Clint?!"
I climb in the vent after not getting a response for a third time.
Once inside I find it very hard to see anything.
I crawl through a little ways, feeling like I'm being crushed the whole time.
A little ways in there's a turn and I don't know which way Clint would have gone...
I'm trying to listen for anything, but I don't like what I hear...
Breathing, heavy, uneven breathing...
Behind me...
Just as I'm about to take of down either vent my ankles are grabbed and I scream bloody murder, twisting and kicking, and freaking out.
"Whoa! Dude! Chill!" Clint says between laughs after a long while.
"YOU ABSOLUTE ASSHOLE! I HATE YOU!!" I pull my legs away from him.
~~~
Clint helped me out of the vents, and is trying to comfort me after realizing I was crying in the vent.
"I'm really sorry..."
"No you're not."
"I'm a little sorry..."
"That's believable."