Ever so dramatic, he takes his time looking up at me and taking both of my hands, placing a kiss on each. He furrows his brows and stares at the floor. Instead of sitting, he kneels in front of me. Unceremoniously, I drop the broken item in his hands and watch as he walks back to the group, defeated. I allow him to celebrate the innuendo for a bit before I take the arrow from his hands and snap it on half. He gives me a wolfish grin before he speaks. I can tell he's only doing this for dramatic effect, waiting until my annoyance reaches its peak before he delivers. "What, Clint?" I sigh, giving him the attention he's pining over.įor a moment he looks between me and the arrow. "Hey, (Y/n)." He says, his voice on the verge of serious. Before he sits down, he pulls an arrow from the quiver permanently strapped on his back. That didn't stay for long as Clint walked over, his smile oozing smugness. He tried to play the glare off as casual. If looks could kill, the huddled group would be six feet under. I notice Bucky seething over be Natasha at the other end of the couch. Pietro reluctantly stands up, still not able to control his laughter. Tony beckons him over to review the 'game plan'. "Are you up for a quickie?" He asks before bursting out into laughter, he laughs even harder when I push him off the couch. I go back to playing with my phone before Clint pushes Pietro into the middle of the living room He timidly walks over and sits down next to me. Tony, yet again sulks into the corner of rejection with the rest of the team, minus Bucky, Bruce, and Natasha. "Tony, for the last time, leave me alone." "Hey, (Y/n), my armor isn't the only thing that's hard."
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