Clint x reader
"Clint, come on," Sam called out, smacking the archer's outstretched legs as he walked by him. "We're going to the rec room to play darts, shoot pool, and drink some beer."
"Uh, I think I'll pass this time. Thanks anyway, guys," Clint responded, leaning farther back in the recliner.
Sitting down on the arm of the chair, you said, "You never miss an opportunity to beat us at darts or pool. What's up?"
"Nothing," Clint shrugged.
You stared hard at his face, not feeling the least bit convinced.
"Is it another headache?"
"No. It's just winning all the time gets old. Maybe if I had some real competition," he added, causing you to smack him on the arm. "I'll come down in a few minutes to have a beer, okay?"
"Okay," you said, leaning over to give him a kiss.
As you left the room, he yelled, "Try to stay out of trouble until I get there, baby!"
"You know I won't!"
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Later that night, you rolled over in the bed you shared with Clint to find his side empty. In your half-asleep state, you thought that he must have just been in the bathroom. After dozing off and waking up once more, you realized he was still gone. Opening your eyes, you noticed the bathroom door was open and the light was off.
"What the hell?" you muttered when you saw that the clock read 3 AM. Getting out of bed, you put on your robe and headed out to look for him. You found him in the training area, fully dressed, practicing with his bow.
Sneaking up on him, you leaned against the wall and watched while he took his stance.
What was he doing down here? He didn't need the practice, especially at this time of night.
You stayed silent, waiting for him to take his shot. It was going to be a perfect bullseye. It always was. You received the shock of your life when the arrow landed several rings away from the center.
Well, that was certainly a fluke.
"Damn it," he mumbled as he retrieved the arrow from the target. In his frustration, he didn't notice you as he returned to his position and took another shot. This time, it landed several rings away in the opposite direction.
Now, it all made sense...the headaches, avoidance of his favorite activities, practicing in the middle of the night...
"Why didn't you tell me, Clint?" you asked, startling him.
"You scared me, babe. How long have you been there?"
"Long enough," you said, walking over to him. "Why didn't you tell me?" you repeated.
"I didn't want anybody to know," he responded.
"So, you can't see as good as you used to, so what? It's no big deal."
"Sure, it is. All I am for this team is a set of sharp eyes and a hell of a good shot. Now, I'm neither one."
"Clint, you wouldn't stop being an Avenger if you bow got broken. Your eyes are just a tool. We'll get you some glasses or something and everything will go back to normal."
"Great, now they can all think I'm getting too old for this job."
"Is that's what bothering you? You're in the same age bracket as Tony and Bruce, and I haven't heard anyone telling them they're too old."
"Yeah, the guy that pays for all this and the guy that turns into the Hulk if you make him mad...I don't think anybody is chomping at the bit for that job," he said, making you smile.
At least he hadn't lost his sense of humor.
"How about I make you a deal, hun?" you said. "When I think you're too old for this job, I'll let you know."
"Thanks a lot, babe," he said with a smirk, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
"We'll go tomorrow and get you some glasses."
"Oh no, I'm not getting glasses. I'll go with contacts....try to keep this secret as long as I can."
"Come on! I think you'd look sexy with the right glasses," you said, sliding your hands up under his shirt and across his chest.
With a laugh, he said, "Yeah, well, we'll see about that."
"I think I can convince you," you said coyly, giving him your best bedroom eyes.
"I think you could at that."
"Why don't we go back to bed and I'll remind you why my opinion is the only one that matters," you said softly, dragging your nails lightly down his stomach.
"Lead the way."
"I'll have to. After watching that shooting, I don't know that you could even see to find your way back," you said jokingly over your shoulder.
"Oh, shut up, baby," he said with a laugh, smacking you gently on the butt as you rushed off with him following close behind.