Bail Buddies
(A/N: More requests please!!! I literally have nothing to write. Don't be nervous, send 'em in!)
If you'd had any idea where your night would have ended, you would have locked yourself in your house with Netflix and pizza and forgotten about going out at all. Or maybe, you would've gone anyway.
You couldn't tell.
It all started when your friends convinced you to go clubbing with them. It wasn't exactly your scene, but you hadn't gone out in months.
You started your night in a slim dress with pumps. Being the designated driver, you stayed on the dance floor while your friends were tipsily flirting with different guys.
You were enjoying your time, simply dancing by yourself and nodding to the throbbing music.
You didn't notice the shadowed figure creeping around the perimeter of the dance floor, or the second figure following him.
A gasp escaped your lips as you saw the first figure grab your friend from the corner of the floor.
"Let go of me, you creep!" She was screaming and kicking, but everyone around her either couldn't hear her or were too drunk.
"No you don't," you grumbled as you raced to the man and kicked him in the groin. He let go of your friend and turned to you.
Before he could say anything, you socked him in the face, knocking him out.
Boxing pays off, you thought.
"Hey, hey, hey, no. I almost had him! Really?" You turned to see a man with short brown hair and a scowl on his face.
"What?" You growled.
"You shouldn't have intervened, I almost-"
You turned to your friend to help her call the police and a cab home before you turned back to the stranger.
"Excuse me, but he physically grabbed my friend. He legit picked her up, off the ground-"
"I know, and I'm sorry, but you really need to back off-"
You let out a sarcastic laugh, turning to the group that had gathered. You could hear sirens outside.
"I should back off? I should back-"
Your friends grimaced.
"(Y/N), no-"
"It's okay, it's okay," you put your hands up.
"I'll back off," you turned away.
"Thank you," he started to walk towards the creep.
You scowled.
"I'll back off my as-"
You ran back and jumped.
•••••
There was the sound of a sliding metal door and the slam of a lock as it clicked in place.
"Well, this is a nice change of scenery."
You turned to the man, holding a bag of ice to your temple.
"We're in a jail cell," you grumbled.
"I was being sarcastic," he snarked.
You rolled your eyes and after a few moments turned to the side, laying your feet on top of his lap. He glared at you for a second and pushed them off.
"You know, you didn't have to push me into the bar," you muttered.
"Well, you didn't have to bite my arm, either."
You turned back to him before you got up to lay on the floor. Your temple was throbbing painfully and you needed to level your head.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the man said.
You stared at him skeptically for a second.
"Well, it's a good thing you're not." You started to lie down again.
"You're forgetting this is a jail cell. All kinds of people-"
"Point made," you quickly yelped as you got up.
Rising so fast made your temple throb even harder and you stumbled.
The man stood up quickly to steady you. Your ankle buckled from your pumps and he ended up catching you.
"Woah," you breathed.
Both of your chests were heaving from the sudden rush of adrenaline and you gulped at the close proximity.
Before you knew it, he was leaning in, a stern look in his eyes.
He was so close....
So close....
Too close-
"Woah, woah, woah! Hold up there, buddy."
He stopped, a look of shock mixing with a bit of humor.
"I don't even know your name. Plus, we're in a jail cell. Not the most romantic place- Also, who said I wanted to kiss you?"
He stood up straight, setting you back on your feet.
His hand went to the back of his neck as you stared at him, waiting for his response.
"Y-you're right. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. That was- that was weird."
It was a few minutes of awkward silence before he spoke.
"Clint."
"What?"
"My name. It's Clint. Clint Barton."
You stared at you hands.
"Oh, I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."
There was another period of silence.
"So, why were you following that guy?"
Clint shrugged.
"He had some intel that I needed and he just so happened to be creeping around that club you were at. I didn't really want anyone intervening because he works for a high-up crime lord who holds grudges over the tiniest things. I didn't want any unnecessary attention called to anyone else. That included you."
"Oh, thank you, I guess."
"You're welcome, I guess."
You both began to chuckle before you busted out into full-on laughter.
You both talked the rest of the night away. Before you knew it, it was morning and a guard came around to unlock the door. He found the two of you passed out, laying on top of each other. He cringed.
"Let's go, Jailbirds. You're out. Bail's been paid for. Time to review your stupid choices and become useful members of society."
You both groaned as you got up. When you had gotten your things back and headed outside, you gasped at what was waiting outside. A small helicopter was sitting with Tony Freaking Stark sitting in it, with Black Widow sitting behind him.
"Wait a second, you're- you're-"
"Yeah, I'm an Avenger. Well, reformed Avenger. I'll see you around, bail buddy."
He stepped in before he turned around.
"I'll call you."
You tilted your head in confusion.
"But you don't have my number-"
"He'll call you," Tony Stark assured you.
"Your ride is here," he said, already turned around as the helicopter's engine powered up.
You looked to see a limo waiting for you, all of your friends already inside, each of them giving you questioning looks.
You laughed to yourself.
"Bail buddy, huh?"
You shook your head.
"Bail Buddies it is."
Now that you thought about it, Netflix and pizza didn't sound that appealing anyway.
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A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading! Like I said at the beginning, send in requests. The list of characters I can write for are:
Loki Laufeyson
Thor Odinson
Tony Stark
Steve Rogers
Clint Barton
Bruce Banner
Bucky Barnes
Pietro Maximoff
Sam Wilson
Scott Lang
Steven Strange
King T'challa
Peter Parker
Peter Quill
Matt Murdock
Foggy Nelson
I'm pretty sure that's it. So, please,
Requests, requests, requests!!!
So long, my beauts!
~Sports_books_1816