Chapter 2
“You, my dear, look like shit.” Clint remarked opening the door. He was shirtless, and only partially awake. Leaning against the edge of the door while his eyes flick easily down your body. He swallowed, glancing away and motioning you into his waiting and inviting arms. “Come here.” he spoke, his voice was deep and filled with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You frown biting back tears when Clint gently pulled you into his home when you reluctantly budge from the entrance.
You wrap your arms around his torso melting into his touch. Clint was always there for you. He was funny, kind, infuriating at times but was always there, managing to make everything better. You bit your lip looking up at him. You don’t even care that you mostly, no- undoubtedly ‘look like shit’ yet you feel something dawn on you. Did you have feelings for him? He smiled at that moment and you place your face back against him, feeling overwhelmed at this aphiphany . You felt a little embarrassed dampening his smooth chest with your tears. He rested his head on top of yours hesitating before bringing his arms around your frame. He patted your back as anger began bubbling inside him. His patting slowed and he began holding you tighter when a incoherent sob mixed with a few words escaped your mouth.
“What happened?” Natasha questions, the sympathetic tone in her voice is a nice change for the usual. She rounds the kitchen area looking between Clint and you. The sight of the two of you together brought a smile to her face. Without replying, you let go of Clint passing them both and took a seat at their kitchen table picking at your worn nail polish.
Natasha scoots up a chair beside you, resting an arm on your back, the other lingered off to your side. The expression you wore was beyond devastation. With your eyes pink and glossy, you swallowed in attempt to form words.
“He uh. He-“ You sniff keeping your eyes downcast. Although Natasha had a pretty good idea of what had happened, she patiently waited for you to tell your half of the story.
“Not this shit again.” Clint plainly turned resting his plams on the countertop. The amount of anguish he was feeling wasn’t only his own. He was hurting that you weren’t his and that someone had taken you for granted. In his already perturbed state he couldn’t hold it in any longer. “That stupid, dumb fuck!” Clint yelled making you and Natasha both flinch. “How many times are we going to have to deal with Stark and his screwups?!”
Natasha frowns, upset at his reaction, “Barton! That’s enough!”
“It’s fine Nat.” You put up a hand to quiet her down, She glared at him, “Clint im sorry to impose,” you motioned to stand when Natasha stands with you, gingerly grabbing your arm.
“Your fine. Don’t let Mr. grumpy bother you.” She faced him sticking out her tongue.
“No, I should go.” You took Natashas hands in your own bringing them before you, staring into her caring eyes, “I’ll call you guys tomorrow ok?. I need to rest anyway.” Dropping her warm hands you carefully dabbed tears off your cheeks while heading for the door. Natasha’s hair bounced with the force of her head snapping back in Clint’s direction. She gave him her ‘do something’ face.
“Y/n!” His voice was almost in a yell. He cleared his throat knowing he startled you. “That’s not- it wasn’t directed towards you,” he whispers. There was nothing more that he wanted to do than to hold you in his loving embrace and make everything better. He wanted to tell you that he would never make you cry or feel taken for granted with him. These thoughts dissipated when he heard the front door creek open.
“Don’t worry about it, Clint. It’s no problem. I’ll go hang out with Maria for a bit to clear my mind before heading home.” you tried to muster up all the courage you had forcing a smile, resting a hand on the doorknob. Feeling like you were being rejected, Nat placed her hands around you pulling you gently into her and back into the homely apartment. You didn’t want to leave,
not really and you felt like she knew this.
Her hand rubbed soothingly against the back of your neck. The sigh you let out is sinful, making Clint feel like he could loose it right then and there. “Is there anything we can do for you? Short of me visiting Stark tonight which I can tell is not an option. But feel free to stay as long as you’d like.” Clint exhales, trying to keep his mind occupied and not watch the scene before him unfold into something from his imagination.
Natasha on the otherhand, couldn’t get over how smooth and supple you felt beneath her fingertips. She had only grazed your skin a handful of times, mostly in passing yet she was itching to touch every part. She could only imagine how the rest of your body felt. With a shake of her head she brought her focus back,
“Clint’s fine y/n, he’s just...Upset. That’s all.” Nat pushes you back down into one of the kitchen chairs eyeing Clint. He rubbed his hands through his hair then against his face, exhaling as he adjusts his hardened manhood. His clear blue eyes moved from her to you as he retreats to grab a shirt. Natasha and him where already talking about you, your body- working themselves into a hot and heavy frenzy, before you interrupted. Now he needed to find a way to talk himself down, accepting that a release for his sexual needs was no where in sight.
You huff setting your head down on the cold table. “Yeah, well, join the club.”
Clint swallows hard before attempting to pull another facade of being around you. He wasn’t like Natasha. He wasn’t use to lying to the people he loved, yet there he was, plastering a sympathetic expression as he re-enters the kitchen grabbing some glasses from the cupboards.
Clint watched Natasha out the corner of his eye stroke your hair, calming the flow of tears wetting the sleeves of your hoodie. She liked you yes but wanted you to not be swayed by her emotions alone. She wanted you to come to them because you were equally interested in the pair. They had both previously caught you staring at them a handful of times. Your eyes taking over their bodies longer than one should, m but until you said anything Natasha would attempt to never cross that line. She also knew you valued your relationships with everyone. Which is why you wanted to label most of them as a brother or sister, keeping everything platonic. Avoiding any possible confusing or messy emotions that could arise. She knew from the moment you found out that they were a pair, you had a thing for Clint. Maybe it was a harmless crush, or just something you weren’t highly aware of but it was there.
Clint on the other hand struggled more with this. He had known from the moment he had met you. He felt it, better yet he knew that you were interested. Which made bitting back his words and his emotions more difficult.
Clint finally breaks the silence noticing your breathing is back to normal. “So what happened this time?” He questions pouring coffee for himself and tea for you and Nat.
“What always happens,” you begin, sitting up from Natasha’s side. “Except this time it started off differently. When I had first walked into his bedroom, there wasn’t a woman lurking in the shadows. Strangely enough, he was in bed.”
“In bed? During the day?”
“ ‘Taking a nap.’ “ you spat with a roll of your eyes. Removing your hoodie, you use it as a pillow on the table.
“Ah. That’s code for gettin some strange.” He mutters taking a sip.
“Really?!” Natasha growls. She closes her eyes and composes herself. “Let her finish.”
“Apparently that was the case. I wish I had a codebook for all men. Anyway- I was soaked and I was changing my clothes...well, not exactly, I-I was just getting ready to take a shower, because Tony told me to, because of the rain...I know right? Does that even make sense? I don’t know but my phone- my fucking phone was in my jeans!” You slap the table angrily making Natasha jump. Clint hid his mouth behind his mug so she wouldn’t see him chuckling at her expense.
“-which were in the hamper and I went to go get them and....this woman appeared by the door...His bedroom door. And their hands were wrapped around one another just going at it. I mean really going at it like a fucking porno...till they saw me.” Finishing your head seemed to drop down before a fresh wave a tears began to fall.
“I can’t help to wonder if she- had she been hiding beforehand? I mean, you didn’t see her when you walked in, did you?”
“Well obviously I didn’t, Clint! For all I know, she could have been hiding in the closet or under the bed! Does it really matter?!”
Clint is taken aback by your anger directed at him. He wanted to think of something hopeful to say or make you laugh but this clearly wasn’t the time.
“So What did Tony have to say for himself?” Natasha rested her hand over your clasped ones.
“Nat I don’t know and don’t care. I just walk out and all-“
“I’m sorry, What did you do?” Natasha’s brow dipped mulling over your words. It was rare that you would walk away from anything, it wasn’t in your nature.
“Well I didn’t walked out per se, I took a shower, then walked out and came here.”
“That’s....it?” She questioned tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear.
“You didn’t attack her or Tony?!” Clint asked setting his mug down just as shocked as Natasha.
“Nope. I just was like a normal person. In all honesty you two should be proud. I cried during the shower then composed myself and blasted music all the way here like an adult.” You said in a matter of fact tone
“Wow. Ok.” Natasha sounding surprised. “That’s... Your level of restraint,”
“I have decided that I’m just meant to be used. That’s my purpose in life!”
“That’s just not true.”
“Barton, there’s no talking me out of this.” You take a drink of the tea Clint places before you.
“There’s someone out there for you y/n, I know this, ok.?” Clint spoke softly, you turn to him feeling compassion in his voice. You wanted to ask him what made him think that but decided against it. You were quickly becoming exhausted and didn’t want to say something you would regret in the morning.
“You guys, I’m just going to go home.” You stand rubbing your eyes and yawning. Clint eyed Natasha giving him a face while gritting her teeth. He thinks how she’s needs to use words instead of faces in the future since all her expressions feel threatening.
“Hey! ugh,” Clint jogged towards you firmly gripping your arm. You turned around when Natasha’s voice got your attention instead.
“Wait why don’t you stay here tonight, ok? We can keep your mind off of things, a movie maybe some popcorn. I’ve got work in the morning but I’m sure Clint can keep you cum- I mean, company...” her face reddened and prayed you didn’t catch her misspeak. “and if you still want to go tonight, we’ll take you home.” Natasha exhaled awaiting your answer.
Clint’s eyes widened. He could barely function on a regular basis with you around. What would he do with you, alone, in his home? Especially after what him and Natasha were about to do. His heart began to race tossing back another swig of his drink.
“That’s imposing Nat. And you both are always just so helpful and this is my fault, remember? You told me to stay away but did I listen? No!. I can’t keep relying on you both to drag me out of my Tony induced stupors.”
“It’s not a suggestion.” Nat says with a smile pulling you towards a room.
You look to Clint for help but he turns away to refill his mug. This was going to be a long night.
“Clint’s office?” You question as Natasha flicked the light on.
“It’s got a pullout bed, nothing fancy, just for when he can’t sleep or working late.”
“Nat,”
“Y/n. I would hate to see anything happen to you, Alright?” She prepares the pull out.
“What about Clint?” You peek out towards him sitting at the table. He looked so defeated and alone. You felt the urge to go to him and cheer him up and make everything better. You didn’t know what was wrong but in that instance you only thought about what you could do to fix it.
When Natasha finished making the bed, you take a seat smoothing the covers down. The material is soft to the touch and cool feeling.
“You’re sleeping here tonight just get over it,” she says gently pushing you backwards onto the mattress. You laugh moving to lay down on top of the nicely made bed. Natasha settles down beside you, leaning over on her side, propping herself up on one arm watching you. You are staring at the ceiling, resting both hands on your abdomen. She pushed a stray curl back from your face, smiling.
“You deserve better. You are amazing and anyone would be lucky enough to have you.” She pushed herself up almost hovering over you.
Your cheeks heat up feeling Natasha near your face. What a great friend you have in her. Always finding ways to make you feel better. Her and Clint were a wonderful team and couple. Her blue eyes sparkled back at you. She was so close to you, her voice was so low and soft. “When you find someone, maybe more than one person that appreciates you and loves you for who you are, you’ll never have to deal with feeling the way Stark makes you feel.”
Your heart is thumping so fast and you notice your mouth is dry. You are unsure why, maybe with all the tears you have shed on the way over, you must be dehydrated and your body is starting to wear down, right? Natasha reached toward the side of your face gently pulling at your curls watching them spring back up.
You visibly gulp, “Thanks Nat. I mean I really can’t tell you how-“
She pecked your lips. Your eyes are wide in amazement. Her lips are plump and suddenly you have the urge to bite and lick them.
As quickly as it had begun, and start to lean into her, it was over. She moves away, watching your eyes open from the slits they had been in seconds ago. You lick your lips tasting the cherry flavor left behind. What was that about? You turn to face her already standing form, sitting up yourself and confused as ever. Natasha smiled back at you, leaving out of the office into the hallway. You rubbed your neck thinking it was best to deal with that tomorrow.
Meanwhile Natasha leaned against the outer wall, rubbing a finger across her own mouth. Had she done it? Had she actually kissed you? Your lips were so full, soft and sweet. She had a sneaking suspicion, but it was Sams words to Clint that had convinced her to take the next step. She lets out a breath, running two fingers down her body lightly grazing her core in the flimsy pajama shorts. She had never been so nervous yet turned on at the same time until now. She waited a while, You have yet to leave the office nor said anything, so she thinks she caught you off guard. Natasha smiled to her self, pleased as she heads to her room with a bounce in her step. Clint was going to get a workout tonight.
You toss and turn to no avail, unable to get comfortable nor clear your mind of the images from earlier. You are either thinking about Tony and the green eyed girl or Natasha ravaging your body in ways you thought weren’t even possible.
Finally you awoke in a cold sweat feeling your shirt sticking to your caramel colored skin.
Rubbing sleep from your eyes you spotted a crack of light leaking through a slit in the door. Deciding to give up on sleep you tip toe softly out of the room following the light.
Clint was beyond tired, mentally and physically. His eyes flick to the only other sound in the area, the clock above the microwave. It was 3 am and if he wasn’t asleep by now, sleep was not coming. He watched the amber liquid swirl around the ice cubes in his glass before taking another gulp.
He immediately choked when he spots movement out the corner of his eyes.
“Oh god, fuck y/n, you scared the shit out of me!” He whispered grabbing at his chest.
You lift an eyebrow walking into the light, “Me? Isn’t your job to sneak around, unseen?” You chuckle.
“Yeah but that’s mostly from fucking high places though! Besides, I’m sleep deprived right now so my-“
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you brush off his words walking towards the refrigerator. Your hips sway towards him entering the kitchen. “Excuses, excuses.” You said wearing a smirk.
You make Clint chuckle, he eyes crinkle up at the corners. He is studying your choice of attire while you linger by the threshold of the kitchen, closing the doors of the fridge. You were covered from head to toe, except for the rouge bra strap peeking out from one of your shoulders, he takes another long sip.
“So, what brings you to my pity party?”
“Pity party?”
“Ha. Yeah,” he shakes the bottle he’s currently demolishing in your direction, sitting up straight in the chair. You shake your head moving closer to him leaning over a chair.
“What makes you say that?” placing your hands into your hoodie pockets, wearing a troubled expression, “I mean really, Clint, you’ve got it all. A great place here, “ your eyes flit around the kitchen. “A nice car, awesome girl,” your eye catches the large welts on the side of Clint’s neck, causing your voice to falter. “killer job, literally. And me, ofcourse,”
“Of course.” Now it’s his turn to shake his head laughing lightly. “Now our of everything you listed, would you be considered the best part?”
“I’m just here to keep your life interesting.” You finish with a smile. You feel like it was a taunt, as if he was trying to coax you into saying or asking something.clint notes that the smile doesn’t reach your eyes.
You run a finger against the chilled liquor bottle tracing the condensation on it. He grabs your hand smoothing a finger over the top of it. You both stay in the position wondering what the other will do next.
“True. So uh speaking of you,” he clears his throat, letting go and dropping his hand into his lap, “How are you- Uh, holdin’ up?”
You look away, retracting your hand placing it into your lap as well, “good. I’m good.”
“Y/n,” he slowly exhales, “it’s 3am, nothings good.” Clint sighs, his eyes are only partially open, if the room had been brighter, you were sure they would be blood shot. He leans back in the chair again stretching, “enough about me. What about you? For one, you sleep more than anyone I know. So please just don’t lie, worst of all to me.”
Pulling out a chair you scoot in across from him, “It’s about time I’ve learned, right? Stay away from dating tony.”
He lets out a grunt taking another drink, “I’ll drink to that.”
“The entire reason why I moved out from the Tower in the beginning was that I didn’t become attracted to any of you. Yet here I am, again.” You rest your head on your palms, watching him guzzle the rest of the amber liquid.
“I mean dating friends can’t be too bad, sometimes. Take me and Nat, we started as friends. Well not really- I was assigned to kill her...but that’s beyond the point. But we became friends. Then it...blossomed into something more.”
“That was a very bad example.”you laugh, drawing your feet to your chest.
“I don’t know what you’d want from me at this hour.” He laughed chewing on some ice.
“Listen. I know what will cheer you up,” he says coughing from the burn traveling down his throat. Clint makes he way over the front door, motioning you to follow, grabbing his jacket. It was too early to determine if this would be a good choice or not.
“Wait. We are going out? Why are we going out?!” You stand resting your hands on your hips. “Clint I can’t go out looking like this!” You motion at yourself.
“Lookin’ like what? of course you can! You’ve got clothes on don’tcha?”
“Clint!” You whisper, folding your arms in defiance, when he grabs hold of one of them. His hand slid down towards yours, grasping it firmly. You suddenly felt hot and the close contact wasn’t helping. First Natasha now you were feeling this way towards Clint.
“Y/n...Now it’s been established we know each other’s names.” He kept his focus on you, while he spoke. though his heart was about to beat out of his chest, he refused to let you go.
“It’s cold out there! And it’s late!” You toss excuses at him hoping to change his mind.
“You mean early, sunshine. Come on, we’re not going far. There’s something I want you to see.”
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“What couldn’t wait till morning?” You huff when Clint pushed open the heavy door to the rooftop. You inch outward with your mouth agape.
“No one comes up here. I mean, no one Nat hasn’t scared off already.”
Clint braces the door open watching your shadow stretch across the ground, headed towards the dim lit area.
Flower pots and all sorts of plants were hung and placed strategically about the area. There was a small pond, table, two benches, an wicker archway complete with stepping stones leading in each direction.
You cautiously made your way towards the flowers. So many different kinds and scents wafted around you.
“You like it?”
You tear your eyes away to see Clint beside you, “When? How?”
“This is our quiet place actually, she is in charge of the flowers of course but I just prefer the height. It’s quiet and secluded.”
“Why bring me here?” You turn towards him waiting for his response.
“I don’t know. I just thought that maybe you needed a place to clear your head.” He shrugs his shoulders, “I know Nat and I, we don’t have all the answers. Hell, I have no clue what I’m doing most of the time but you, you’re the best of us Y/n. You’ve got that innocence about you.”
“I’m not innocent.” You give him a sly smile, walk past him and grabbing a bottle off one of the benches.
“You’re thinking about - yeah that’s now what I’m talking about.” Clint blushes a little turning in time to watch you guzzle a few long sips, “I mean, the blood on our hands and what waits for us- all of us, when we die,”
You stop and swallow the last bit. Licking you lips as the chilled liquid numbs you, contemplating your next words.
“Why are you talking like this? Are you in trouble?” Studying his face you sober up.
“Don’t you know anything about me? I stay in trouble but currently- there’s nothing that can be proven.” He loosens his collar coming to face you, closing the little space between you both. “God this is hard. Why is it so hard?” He looked into your widened eyes in awe of the view. The white Christmas lights decorating the entire place made the perfect balance of light to make it appear your skin was glowing.
“Clint. Just tell me, you’re scaring me.” You sigh, your breath coming out like small whisper of smoke. You search his eyes, hoping that him and Natasha were ok.
“Nat and I, I- we, shit.”
“Are splitting? Adopting? having money problems?”
“Money problems?!”
“I don’t know! You and Natasha are so domestic around me! I’m trying to think of an issue regular people would have!”
“Calm down won’tcha! Geez! Your not making it any easier for me to say this.”
You freeze waiting for his next sentence.
“Y/n, Nat and I.” He pauses,he glances at your wetted lips and the expression on your face.
Here we go.
“We like you. A lot.” Clint shuts his eyes then looks down briefly before looking up at you. “More than a friend. Hell, more than I should if we’re being honest.”
You look down seeing his hands holding yours. He said he liked you and your heart swells until Natashas face appears in your mind. You yank your hands from his practically jumping back.
“And? I’m, I don’t know what- you’re with Nat, I can’t come between the two of you.”
Clint was making a move on you? What would Natasha think? Your friendship would go down the toilet.
“Is this why you’re so weird right now? I mean, ok- I like you guys too, you’re practically my family, especially you.” You smile big “You’ve been a big brother to me since I met you. You saved me and there’s nothing I could do to repay you for that.” Those words hurt you to speak. He was more than feeling like a brother, like family. But he was with another.
“Brother, huh?”
“Why not?” You say, feeling the weight of your words. “since day one and if it wasn’t for you, I have no idea where I’d be. Fallen in with the wrong crowd or dead. And Natasha? She’s great.” You stutter a bit shaking images of her kissing you, “You couldn’t have found a better... partner.” You swallow, why was that so difficult to say?
“-And everything you both do for me is amazing. I love you both so much. So please stop freaking me out and tell me what the problem really is and I promise we will work on it together, all three of us ok?”
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“Y/n. Y/N! Let me explain!” Clint sternly spoke trying to catch up with your pace.
You go into the guest room grabbing your things. “Clint. I- this is too much, too fast.”
“So Nat can kiss you and you have no problem?” Clint stops in the middle of the family room, wearing a scowl.
“You knew about that?” You speak lowly, walking back out towards him. “Does she know how you feel about me?” Your tone is soft laced with worry.
“What you just thought you were dreaming or some crap?!”
“You stuck your tongue down my throat! Clint,” You sigh stopping in the middle of the family room lowering your voice,
“I, I’m not trying to become a wedge between you two. It’s true that I may have some.. No what am I saying?!.”
“You aren’t! you wouldn’t be, every time I’m around you it’s like I’m on fire. I can’t describe it, you just drive me crazy.” His arms are outstretched towards you and all you want to do is run into them.
“That’s how Nat should make you feel, not me. Yet every time you smile at me or touch me I’m dying inside. I just can’t.” You go to retreat when he grabs your wrist pulling you back into him with such speed your pressed against the thin material of his t-shirt. His chest is burning and you can feel his heart beat. Your mouth is slightly open in surprise.
“Trust me the feeling is the same.” Clint exhales,. you place your hands on his shoulders, taking a finger and trace his jaw. “Clint. I couldn’t. It wouldn’t feel right.”
“Never mind. Forget it.” He lets go moving away from you. He’s not sure what to say next.
“I’ve got to go. This is too much.” You say, now by the front door pulling on your jacket.
“Well I’m sorry princess next time I’ll check your schedule! shit.” His back is to you now, arguing with himself over the events of the night.
Suddenly you feel overwhelmed with anger. Natasha had kissed you then Clint. If what he was saying was true- that they both wanted you, it was too much to process. You couldn’t suppress the excitement of him being interested in you and then remembering everything up to this point.
“You can’t spring this on me, Clint.” You whisper cradling yourself, “Especially something so-“
“No you’re right, you’re right. I’ll just pencil myself in next time so it’s more convenient for you!” He turns, his face is beet red and his eyes are blurry.
“Why are you yelling at me! I didn’t do anything to you! You know what? I’m stepping out ... to grab... stuff... water.”
“Why? we have water here?” Clint walks over, turning on the kitchen sink, “Look, fuckin’ all the h2o you could ever want.”
“Ive just gotta get some air.”
“Ok. Fine. Whatever you wanna do.”
He gently shuts the door behind you, lingering near the wooden frame. He aggressively rubs his neck fighting an inner battle with himself. He knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you, he could tell when he kissed you, how you just melted into his arms. His tongue explored your mouth all smooth and warm, making him crave for the rest of you. He thought about How your body fit perfectly against his own, how your shin would feel against his and how everything in that moment felt right. He also knew you were afraid. Afraid he would be Tony all over again.
“Fuck this.” He flings the door open, shocked when he sees you frozen on the other side. You were still, purse strap gripped tightly in your hand, with your mouth partially open. You both stood there looking at each other for what felt like ages. Without warning you bolt forward into his arms, crashing your lips to his. His arms surround you tightly, picking you up and both of you become engulfed in a heated make-out session. Clint braces an arm onto the doorframe shoving you against it, making the wood whine. Your legs wrapped around him, locking you in place. You can feel his hardened manhood graze your inner thigh.
“I thought-,” Clint tried to speak between kisses. “you said-“
“I know what I said. I just don’t want what I’ve been doing- I don’t want you to think that you are a rebound.”
“I won’t be, I won’t feel that way, I promise. Y/n you don’t know how much I’ve wanted you.”
Maybe it was the alcohol talking or maybe the sleep deprivation but he just wanted to show you how much. He believed if he could just show you...
—— he carried you into his office, laying you onto the mattress. He removed his shirt in one swift motion, moving to lay beside you.
Thoughts of Natasha flashed in his mind momentarily. As quickly as they surfaced he kissed you harder, deeper, flooding his senses with you and only you. He came to the conclusion, when he finally thrusted into you for the first time, maybe it was best not to wake her...
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“I can’t believe you slept with her without me.” Natasha slaps his chest lightly, walking around him in her heels.
“Yeah well, you were knocked out“ Clint pours himself some coffee, clad in only his boxers, “and don’t even go there with me, don’t think I didn’t notice you eyeing her this morning before jumping in the shower. I might be a heavy sleeper but I ain’t that heavy.”
“Touché.” She smirks, blowing off her cup, “Well you kept walking around here like a wounded puppy. What am I suppose to do?”
“I’m sorry ok? I should have-“
“Yes... you knew how I felt about her.”
“Yeah I did, maybe we can go for round a two with you?” He pulled her close, nestling his face in the crook of her neck making her snort. They break apart when they see you enter.
“Oh- hey...um. I,” you nervously bite your lip and rub your arms.
“Come here. You can’t pretend to be shy now,” Clint says as you get closer. You look at Nat noticing her eyes drift over your partially clothed body. You wrap your arms around yourself, as she looks on. Noticing she must make you feel scrutinized she smiles, swinging an arm around you opposite of Clint’s as smell of coffee surrounding you three. Natasha nears your face kissing you again, this time it’s slow and passionate. Her tongue slowly explored your mouth. Your hands reach upward resting on the sides of her face. Clint watched in awe, running his fingers up and down both of your backs. Feeling left out he began to leave soft kisses on your neck then moves to hers.
When Natasha breaks the kiss from Clint’s kisses, knowing he wanted attention, your head is spinning.
“What was that for? I- I mean,”
“I told you, I like you a lot. We both do.” Natasha spoke looking from you to Clint.
“You’re officially ours now, y/n. If you’ll have us.” Clint kissed your forehead, “You’ll never have to worry about Tony again.”
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“So... “
“Yeah Sam?” Clint looks up from the television, seeing a faint blush cover Sam’s face, taking a seat in the easy chair aways from him. He had come over to watch the game ever weekend like usual. Shortly after entering, he swore he had heard the shower running. Since Clint never acted like it was out of the ordinary Sam took a seat, unpacking all the snacks he had bought for their day, full of guy talk and beer. Though after returning from the restroom, it took Sam a moment to spit out what had him flustered.
“Yeah I just walked in on Nat... and
Y/n...in the shower...naked.”
“Well that is how people usually look like in the shower, naked.”
“I was actually headed for your master bath because Nat has it all fancy and nice.” Sam had recognized a voice or who he thought was you coming from down the hall. He knew you were feeling down and was going to swing by your apartment after the game. Upon seeing the hall bathroom door cracked, he knocked a few times. When the sound grew louder he declared his entrance and began to open the door. He had forgotten the shower doors were glass. He had to drag himself out of the bathroom even though the sight before him was heavenly.
“ I heard some noises and. It kinda sounded like someone was in destress.”
Clint laughs turning back to the movie he was currently watching. “Haha. Yeah. Nats kinda rough sometimes.”
Sam eyes Clint’s neck, “yeah I can see that...now.” Sam stands by the sofa unsure of what to do with himself. “You could have told somebody!”
“ man you know how my hearing is,” Clint glances at sam biting a stick of licorice. “So, did you like the view?” He asked wiggling his brows at Sam, pulling him from his daydreaming.
“It was, yeah- how long has that been going on? You know what don’t tell me.” Sam said standing and grabbing a few snacks from the table, “ I’m better off not knowing.”
“Which, where are you goin’ in such a rush?”
“I gotta go home, man. I’ve got some stuff...things I gotta get taken care of.” Sam swallowed adjusting himself.
Clint glances over Sam with a smile on his face then back at his television pausing it. “Someone a little hot and bothered?”
“Hey, Those are your girls now, Barton,” Sam says, turning around making his way to the front door. “Congratulations! I can’t ogle y/n for afar anymore.” Sam smiles rolling his eyes. “Text me when you’re free.” He swung open the door. Coming fade to face with the last person he envisioned to see there. “Well speak of the devil.”
“Wilson. Here to see Barton.” Tony looks over his shoulder, taking a step into the apartment. Clint’s face returns to the scowl he normally wore, getting up and heading towards the two. Sam debates wether to stay and play peace maker or head back to his home. He decided the latter seeing Clints face.
“Yeah. What do you want?” Clint reluctantly asked, crossing his arms against his chest. Even though he had you now, it would take a lot to reverse the damage Tony had done.
“Well, I went to y/ns early this morning and she wasn’t home. In fact, it doesn’t look like she’s been there for a couple of days. And I wanted to know, you being the keeper of all- if you know where she had run off to? On another note, I got a text that Natasha called in sick again so I bought over some flowers.” Tony presented them with a smile, forcing them into Clint’s hands.
“Really?” Clint says mulling over Tonys words. He leans against a post watching Tonys eyes glaze over the area when your laugh echos from the master bedroom. Tonys head shoots up in the immediate direction.
“Sorry man, wish I could help you.” Clint shuffles his bare feet towards the kitchen when Tony finally figured it out and quickly follows.
He leans over the bar while Clint pours some orange juice. “You didn’t!” He whispers, looking around then finally back towards the bedroom.
“I did.”
“Please, Pffff, it’s probably just a phase!” Tony visibly swallows, “In a few weeks she’ll be back at my place. Month tops.” He can’t even disguise the evident waver in his voice. He placed his hands in his pockets surveying the area in silence when you let out some loud noises from the back. Little did he know they were gleeful squeals of Natasha tickling your nose with her hair while leaving brief butterfly kisses down your stomach.
“You sure? That doesn’t sound like the squeals of someone interested in you. “ Clint scoffs, shifting his stance.
.”Clint?” Natasha’s lips curve into a dangerous smile. Her face was barely visible from the crack in the door. her damp hair was curling at the ends, “oh, hey Tony.” She smirks, followed by aloud bang behind her. You scramble from your place on the floor beside the bed, covering your exposed skin. Your face was clearly slightly flush from the heat of the shower and from Natasha’s actions. Your wet curls glisten from the droplets of water clinging to them.
In the kitchen, Clint’s eyes shift to Tony as he frowns. walking a step past Clint, Tony is curious as well to see if what Clint is implying is true, “Nat. How are you?”
“I’m good, in fact I’ve never been better.” Her attention flashes back to Clint, “I could use your...assistance in the bed room.”
“Well you see Nat, Stark just stopped by because he hasn’t seen y/n.” He took a bite of toast, “I haven’t seen her this morning, you?” Clint lifted a brow.
Nat blew some hair from her face, “Oh, not since our workout.” She giggled bitting a finger. She knew how to tease him.
“And I came to check on my favorite spy since she couldn’t make it in at all this week.”
Tony sighed, removing his sun glasses, “You two...” he took a few more steps towards Natasha, “I’m not stupid.” He rested his hands on his hips pushing back the corners of his jacket.
“Really. Huh. You could have fooled me.” Clint replied from behind.
“I know she’s here.”
“I never said she wasn’t here. I said, ‘I hadn’t seen her this morning.’ There’s a difference. Besides I’m sure she’ll turn up.”
Clint finished his breakfast placing his dishes in the sink. He leans on the counter while him and Tony exchanged glances.
“Now, You know I love your random, uninvited visits as much as the next guy but Nat and I are about to become preoccupied at the moment.”
“Extremely.” Natasha chimes in with a nod.
“So unless you’d like to watch,”
“Wait. Just.” Tony approaches Clint, speaking in hushed tones, “Tell me one thing. Is she happy?.”
“Yeah. I mean yes, as far as I can tell.”
“Well then I’ll be happy for her.”
Tony quips, he clears his throat heading back towards the front door. “I’ll stop by later and see if she’ll want to grab lunch.” He turns around once more, replacing his sunglasses. “After all, just because I’m happy for her doesn’t keep a man from trying.”
“I’m sure that will mean a lot when I’m on top of her,” Clint speaks, popping his neck sporting his popular cocky smirk.
Tony frowns appalled at his words,
“Wait what?” He questions shaking his head.
“ What?” Clint responds, resting his hands on either side of the door frame. “Anyway, thanks stark for stopping by,”
“No...come again?” Tonys voice was an octave higher, attempting to nudge his way into the apartment past Clint. “Barton!”
“Alright, take care.”
“HEY!” Tony reluctantly took a step back before the door was closed in his face. He straightened his suit heading down to his car. He wanted to get you back just to spite him. But knowing Natasha was involved now he thought against it.
Clint smiles to himself. Now with both his girls, he couldn’t get back to the bedroom fast enough. He opens the door to find you and Natasha laying in the bed, her arms embracing you, kissing your jaw gently. You turn at the creek of the door and smile at him. You lift up a finger motioning him towards you.
“Now, where were we?”