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Clint really should had know better at this point, i mean how long had he beenw ith Shield and yet here he was caugh by surprise with some strange creature that left with some strange powder all over his body, at this point all he wanted was a shower and sleep, maybe some pizza so after hours in the shower he was finally able to leave the bathroom looking for his clothes.

( @lievmultimuses1​)

Amelia originally wanted to check in on Clint post-mission, see how he was after that creature attacked him. Using the key she had, she let herself into his apartment, worried when he didn’t answer his cell, bringing along with her a pizza and paperwork from the mission for him to sign. She was just putting the pizza down on the kitchen table when she started looking for him, fixing to call out his name when she came face-to-face with a VERY NAKED Clint Barton.

“Woah!” Her eyes widened in shock, almost dropping her paperwork, her cheeks flushing a bright scarlet, almost gawking before snapping out of her daze and spinning around, her back to him. “Sorry! Sorry! I just--I just wanted to check and see if you were alright!” she exclaimed, still blushing.

     “That’s my job, not yours!” Clint laughs, slinging an arm over her shoulder, and then squints a little. “This isn’t about the candy, is it? Or wait, did you double-book yourself and you can’t watch Lucky this weekend? If it’s work stuff, don’t even worry about it, you’re so good at it that people will instantly forgive you. Or —” His expression falls a little as his tendency to overthink catches up with him. “— you don’t mean about us do you? Because I promise I’m sorry for whatever I did…”

( @bokketo)

Amelia is lost in her own thoughts, not even registering Clint laughing or slinging an arm around her, even his words. She completely zoned out, only snapping out of it when Clint stopped and mentioned them.

“Huh? What?” she asked, focusing on the present once more, looking over at her boyfriend. It took a moment for her to recall his words. “No. What? No, of course not,” Amelia tried to assure him. “Clint, being with you is one of the few things I’ve ever been sure about in my life. That I’m sure is good.”

She took a deep breath. “No, I...” Her voice trailed off, and she frowned. “I made a mistake on the job. I...” Her frown deepened. “I know we have plans tonight, but I need to go back to the office. I got to find something. If it’s not too late, I’ll still stop by, alright?”

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( @mcltitcdes; @marvariants)

    There’s a brief pause where Clint looks helplessly at Amelia. The answer is so incredibly simple. Yes. Of course, yes. He’d come to love her as a friend, first. When they’d met, he’d been freshly divorced, throwing himself into his work with all the enthusiasm of someone who really didn’t want to think about anything else at all. She’d tamed his recklessness with gentle rebuke (or not so gently dragging his ass out of trouble) and he’d come to love her as a friend.

    So yes. Even if people had asked years ago, he would have agreed that he loved her. And he does, still. And he will, no matter what.

    If there’s another layer of it added onto there now, it’s certainly not by choice. He hadn’t wanted to fall in love with her. No, he didn’t want to fall in love with anyone because the idea that he — too easily hurt in too many ways — would have his heart broken again was too much a burden to bear. Because why on earth would someone want him when he was surrounded by a thousand people who were stronger and faster and … had their lives together?

    But Clint has never been any good at controlling his (bleeding) heart. So he fell in love. And he kept it quiet because more than anything, he didn’t want to lose Amelia’s friendship, her compassion, the way she laughed when he cracked dumb jokes and the way she encouraged him rest against her when he went uncharacteristically quiet.

    Her genuine companionship and affection were — are — more important to him than anything. He looks at her, still on the outside but pulse racing within, and lets his lips curve into a small, sad smile. Surely, Amelia will want to keep him at arm’s length now, he thinks. Or maybe she’ll force down her discomfort for his sake because she’s too good a person for him to ever deserve. Clint’s voice is a hush when he replies.

    “Yes… but you knew that already, didn’t you.”

( @bokketo)

Amelia stood in the doorway of his apartment still, soaked to the bone from the sudden downpour that started the moment she left HQ in a mad dash towards the infamous Hawkeye’s apartment building.

She was discharged from Medical four hours ago. She spent the next two hours arguing with her superiors over Clint almost being suspended as a result of the actions he took to save her life, even when the mission was in jeopardy. The news he rescued her was not a complete shock to the agent; it was not the first time the archer certainly done so. However, it was the first time other agents commented about it.

“Guess he must love you, Davidson.”

And just like that, it felt like all the dominos fell into place, leaving her dumbfounded and desperate to find Clint to have it confirmed or rejected. For years, she loved him, but Clint was recently divorced and a huge tease—surely, there wasn’t anything to their relationship than his enjoyment of watching her squirm or roll her eyes…

…Right?

So, when Clint opened the door to her arriving unannounced, he could barely say hi before she snapped out the question: “Do you love me?”

Everything seemed to stand still as she anxiously awaited his answer. The longer he was silent, the more anxious she became. She was about to repeat her question again when he smiled at her, and Amelia felt her heart sank. So, he…didn’t. This was it. He was going to politely decline, let her down gently, because as much of a tease as he was, Clint is a good guy; he would feel guilty for leading her on. God. How could she be so—

“Yes…but you knew that already, didn’t you.”

Her green eyes widened with surprise, a soft gasp coming from her as her cheeks almost immediately turned pink. Her eyes welled up with tears, honestly stunned in the wake of his confession.

“You… You love me? You… You actually love me?” she repeated, stammered, completely in disbelief over the news. Still overcoming the shock, Amelia shook her head no. “No, I…I didn’t. I…” She sniffled. “You really do love me?” she asked, her voice growing softer.

“I...” A weak smile of her own finally tugged at her lips, her heart thudding wildly inside herself. “I love you, too, Clint,” she finally confessed.

“Okay, okay i may had forgotten i had paperwork but in my defense i did had a pretty bad concussion so i feel like that is a pretty good reason… right? Besides Nat was there, just read her work, it probably better than mine anyway.” Barotn replied deciding not to go further into Amelia’s love life, he didn’t need another hit on the head today.

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( @lievmultimuses1​)

“Hm.” Amelia gave him that polite smile. “You do realize this is past-due even with the extension you were given till you were cleared by Medical?” she mused, grateful he was not harping on her lack of a love life. Besides, this was almost a routine for the two--Clint not doing his required paperwork, Amelia hounding him with constant reminders, the two of them going back and forth until they came up with a compromise and getting everything finished.

“Now, are you going to be a good boy and finish it today, or do I have to be mean?”

Clint Barton // OPEN

“Accept who you are. Unless you’re a serial killer.”

( @lievmultimuses1​ )

“...”

“Yeah, well, unfortunately, I’m being to think they have more charisma than me,” Amelia dryly grumbled before sipping her coffee. “Now, don’t change the subject, Barton. This is not about me and my love life--” (or lack of one) “--this is about your missing paperwork.”

( @mcltitcdes)

{Robin Hood BBC} - Robin & Marian

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by euamovinho

( @mcltitcdes: Clint and Amelia chilling on the beach after going to the West Coast to visit Kate.)