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(H/C) Hair Color
(H/L) Hair Length
(E/C) Eye Color
BETTER SHOT
(Your POV)
Clint: “You know…” Clint had waltzed into my office, unannounced, twirling an arrow between his fingers. His bow strapped to his back and a smirk on his face. I looked up from my desk, taking him in quickly before returning to the papers on my desk. “... We never figured out who was the better shot between us.” Don’t let him bait you… don’t let him bait you… “I mean, you were a damn good shot despite not using a gun, like, ever. But I have a feeling I was just a little better with that sniper.” I have work to do…Don’t let him bait you. “And I can GUARANTEE, I’m a better shot with this bow.” … Damnit. I slammed the palms of my hand against the desk, standing roughly before making my way towards the ‘Wall of sharp, pointy things’. Grabbing a handful of the knives and throwing daggers before marching off towards the elevators.
You: “ I have a gun range downstairs, we settle this now.” I rushed ahead, never noticing the smirk that crossed my best friends face.
Clint: “Works every time.”
Down stairs, I had shedded my suit jacket and rolled up my sleeves. Clint and I were standing on the far end of the range, deciding that we would both fire/ throw our respective projectiles at the same time as we walked down the range. First one to miss a bulls-eye lost.
You: “Ready?” I lifted a knife.
Clint: ‘Like you have to ask.” He drew his bow.
You: “Go.
Target 1: Hit/Hit
Target 2: Hit/Hit
Target 3: Hit/Hit
Target 4: Hit/Hit
Target 5: Hit/Hit
Target 6: Hit/Hit
Target 7: Hit/Hit
Target 8: Hit/Hit
Target 9: Hit/Hit
Target 10: Hit…
You: “I’m out of knives.” He snorted as I searched my pockets for any remaining knives. I swear I grabbed more.
Clint: ‘Guess I win.” I huffed. Refusing to admit defeat. Then an idea struck. Taking Clint by the shoulder, I spun him around, then took one of his remaining arrows from his quiver. “Hey!” Before he could say or do anything, I threw it.
Target 10: Hit/ Hit.
With a smug grin, I turned to my friend, who in turn, shot me a glare.
Clint: “That was cheating.” I shrugged my shoulders.
You: “Far as I’m concerned, that means I’m a better shot.”
(H/C) Hair Color
(H/L) Hair Length
(E/C) Eye Color
BETTER SHOT
(Your POV)
Clint: “You know…” Clint had waltzed into my office, unannounced, twirling an arrow between his fingers. His bow strapped to his back and a smirk on his face. I looked up from my desk, taking him in quickly before returning to the papers on my desk. “... We never figured out who was the better shot between us.” Don’t let him bait you… don’t let him bait you… “I mean, you were a damn good shot despite not using a gun, like, ever. But I have a feeling I was just a little better with that sniper.” I have work to do…Don’t let him bait you. “And I can GUARANTEE, I’m a better shot with this bow.” … Damnit. I slammed the palms of my hand against the desk, standing roughly before making my way towards the ‘Wall of sharp, pointy things’. Grabbing a handful of the knives and throwing daggers before marching off towards the elevators.
You: “ I have a gun range downstairs, we settle this now.” I rushed ahead, never noticing the smirk that crossed my best friends face.
Clint: “Works every time.”
Down stairs, I had shedded my suit jacket and rolled up my sleeves. Clint and I were standing on the far end of the range, deciding that we would both fire/ throw our respective projectiles at the same time as we walked down the range. First one to miss a bulls-eye lost.
You: “Ready?” I lifted a knife.
Clint: ‘Like you have to ask.” He drew his bow.
You: “Go.
Target 1: Hit/Hit
Target 2: Hit/Hit
Target 3: Hit/Hit
Target 4: Hit/Hit
Target 5: Hit/Hit
Target 6: Hit/Hit
Target 7: Hit/Hit
Target 8: Hit/Hit
Target 9: Hit/Hit
Target 10: Hit…
You: “I’m out of knives.” He snorted as I searched my pockets for any remaining knives. I swear I grabbed more.
Clint: ‘Guess I win.” I huffed. Refusing to admit defeat. Then an idea struck. Taking Clint by the shoulder, I spun him around, then took one of his remaining arrows from his quiver. “Hey!” Before he could say or do anything, I threw it.
Target 10: Hit/ Hit.
With a smug grin, I turned to my friend, who in turn, shot me a glare.
Clint: “That was cheating.” I shrugged my shoulders.
You: “Far as I’m concerned, that means I’m a better shot.”
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Avengers x Reader :SHIELD Adventures: (1/?)
"What in Asgard made you think it would be a good idea to steal Murdock's cane, Stark?!" Director Fury shouted.
Said billionaire, winced at the loudness of Fury's voice as he held the ice pack to his head.
You and Clint had to stifle your laughs, even though you both had been in on the scheme as well. Nat was too, but she was nowhere to be seen.
Steve, Bruce, and Thor had no participation in said theft but were trying to hide their laughter as well.
"Well, you see, uh,-" Tony started.
"I don't want any excuses, Stark!" Fury shouted.
Shall we replay what happened? ... WE SHALL!!!
*~* Early that morning *~*
"Tony, are you sure about this
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Clint x Reader - Visions Part 3
After a good morning coffee, you were walking down the halls of what was formally S.H.I.E.L.D. You were on the way to a meeting board with the other Avengers. Clint was not invited. It was hard to keep it from him. Wasn’t it hard enough to keep his own fate from him, let alone other secrets as well?
‘So, One-Eyed Joe, where’s Hawk-ass?’ Tony asked.
‘Away,’ Fury spoke irritably. ‘This meeting is urgent and classified. To Barton, this never happened.’
‘But why to Barton?’ Steve asked with a puzzled look on his face. ‘He’s part of the team, he should be here.’
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There Was No Other Way (MCU X Male Reader) Part.2
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(F/N) wiggled his toes in his boots, they were stiff and felt brand new. He hated them with everything in him, he hated everything about his green uniform, especially the helmet, he hated the army above all else. (F/N) looked around, there were groups of soldiers everywhere, exercising, marching, it made him want to puke. All the recruits including him were waiting for someone to come and give them an introduction. Some of the recruits were laughing, some talked about serious matters, some of them were just looking around. (F/N) was one of the only
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Before you say it, I know it's short. I hate that it is too. I may go back to it, but for now I think it works for what it is. A nice little interaction between two sarcastic war buddies.
I want to write more then just Natasha and reader one-shots so do expect more of thse to come up as the rest of the Avengers make an appearance.
There wont be any Tony, reader bits that come up though those will still stay with the Starks Stick Together series.
As Always let me know what you think in the comments below!!
I dont own Marvel, The Avengers, or you.
I want to write more then just Natasha and reader one-shots so do expect more of thse to come up as the rest of the Avengers make an appearance.
There wont be any Tony, reader bits that come up though those will still stay with the Starks Stick Together series.
As Always let me know what you think in the comments below!!
I dont own Marvel, The Avengers, or you.
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