Timing Just Right
"You're insane!" You screamed at Clint over the sound of rapid gunfire.
"I'm not desperate or spontaneous, (Y/N)! I've been wanting to do it for a while!" He replied, taking a shot before sliding to your cover.
"Clinton Barton, you can't be serious." You guys met back to back as you each took a shot at the descending enemy. You were outnumbered. But according to Clint, you weren't outmatched.
He paused and turned to you.
"Dead serious."
A grenade fell beside the both of you and you grabbed him to jump for cover.
Dirt and ash landed on your cut and bleeding faces from behind the rusted car. You kissed him hard, but briefly.
"Don't say things like that at a time like this."
He chuckled. "Okay."
More gunshots fired and you scrambled to the landing quinjet you had spotted.
"But we didn't get-" You silenced him by whipping the flash drive out of your pocket.
He grinned and kissed your forehead.
"So, what will you say? I can get the rock when we get back. You actually don't have to answer now-"
You kissed him again as you both stopped in front of the quinjet.
"Clint, I have to say-"
•••••
*Earlier that day...*
•••••
"So, did you hear?" Clint slung his arm around your shoulder. You rolled your eyes.
"What? That you secretly like to dance to Beyoncé and that your favorite song to sing when you think you're alone is 'Single Ladies'? Honey, that stuff's been going around for a while. And honestly, I'm not so sure it's just a rumor."
Without missing a beat, Clint kissed your forehead and shrugged.
"Sweetie, you and I both know that's only half true. And it's 'Drunk in Love', not 'Single Ladies'."
You laughed as he grasped your hand.
"So, what am I actually supposed to know?"
"Coulson's put us on a quick operation. It's secret and select, only you and me."
You stepped away.
"How dangerous?"
"Not very. It's supposed to be in and out. No casualties, if we can help it."
You regained the space and he hugged you to him.
"Whad'ya say?"
"Sure."
•••••
"Three years." Clint stared out the window, his eyes unfocused.
"What?" You turned to him.
"We've been together for three years."
You nodded.
"Yeah? What about it?"
He shrugged.
"Just got me thinking. Time sure flies when you're having fun, right?" He chuckled half-heartedly.
You nodded again, a bit concerned.
"Clint, are you doing o-"
"We're on target. Ready for landing," the pilot spoke over you.
"You ready?" Clint grinned at you.
"Ready as I'll ever be." You smiled back.
•••••
Things were quiet. Almost too quiet.
"It's an ambush. I'm calling it."
You were surveying the area, watching for any activity.
"No, I don't think so. There aren't any heat signatures on the radar."
"No," you cut in. "I really think it's an ambush. They should have someone on patrol. They wouldn't leave the main room unguarded."
You caught sight of the main computer and nodded to Clint. He nodded back and continued watch. You hacked into the main-frame and started downloading the files. Within minutes, it was almost finished.
That's when you saw a small flash of light in front of Clint, but you couldn't warn him in time.
His foot hit the wire and an alarm rang out.
"Called it!"
Dozens upon dozens of footsteps sounded around the two of you. You saw glimpses of their shadows and you knew you had to get out. Fast.
You grabbed Clint's arm and pulled him down the hallway, until you reached an emergency exit on the second floor.
"We're gonna be over-taken. There are too many of them."
"We are two of SHIELD's top agents. We know what we're doing."
You stared at him skeptically.
"I have a plan."
"Is it a good one?"
"I have a plan."
He pulled you to him and shot a grapple arrow (?) at a ledge overhead. You to eased down to the ground before the door busted open and tons of agents came running out.
You took out your guns as the both of you began making your way for cover.
"So (Y/N), I was thinking-"
"Not now, Clint."
"I really think now would be a good time."
You had your backs against a large tree, trying to find coverage behind it.
"(Y/F/N), would you give me the greatest honor and pleasure, and accept my offer to be my wife?"
•••••
*Back to Now*
•••••
"Clint, I have to say-"
Another explosion went off beside the quinjet. You were thrown to the side, your head hitting the ground.
"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!"
Clint pulled you up, carrying you to the quinjet.
He was so frantic, he was scaring himself. You weren't moving, you were barely breathing. All his training disappeared from his mind. He didn't know what to do.
He didn't know what to do.
•••••
"Mr. Barton, she's awake."
He didn't even have to wait another second before he ran to your room.
You were incredibly pale. It killed him to see you so hurt. But, you were alive.
You stared up at him with your bright, sparkling eyes. He knelt to your bedside, but he didn't get to speak before you uttered a single word.
"Yes."
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A/N: Hey guys! I hoped you liked it. Tell me what you thought. Sorry I took so long. I might be doing another author's note soon, but I don't think it'll much for your concern. Again, thank you for all your support.
So long, my beauts!
~Sports_books_1816