You were laying on your bed.
Your headphones were in.
You were going through all your emails.
You barely ever had time to check them in between missions and cleaning up after the avengers.
You weren't one of them, just the SHIELD agent who kept them out of trouble.
Or rather, tried to keep them out of trouble.
Namely, they got into trouble and you would bail them out of it.
You noticed one email from a ticket company.
You had ordered tickets to a [Your Favorite Band] concert.
You never got a confirmation, and figured they were sold out.
You had gotten the last two tickets.
You jumped to your feet, pumping your fist in the air.
You felt your fist hit something and heard a yelp through your music.
You watched a figure fall out of the vents and onto your floor.
Clint Barton.
You had punched Clint in the face!
His lip was bleeding.
You gasped and tossed your phone on the bed.
"I am so sorry!" You apologized, "I accidentally punched you in the face when I was too over excited about something."
He waved you off.
"It's fine. I shouldn't have been trying to scare you," he said.
You went into your bathroom and grabbed a wet towel, returning and handing it to him.
He pressed it to his face.
You sat next to him.
He looked at you.
"What got you so excited?" he asked.
"I got tickets to see [Your Favorite Band]," you squealed.
He laughed.
"Who are you going with?" he asked.
"I don't know," you admitted, "I bought two so I could ask someone on a date, but I don't think I'm brave enough to."
Clint grabbed your hand.
"Hey, you're a badass SHIELD agent and you're afraid of asking some guy out?" he teased.
"It's not that," you said, bumping his shoulder with yours.
"Then what is it?" he asked.
"He's so oblivious. He probably won't understand what I'm trying to ask. Not to mention it could potentially ruin our friendship," You reasoned.
"Y/N, if this guy is really worth it, he'll understand and he'll accept without hesitation," Clint assured you, "Besides, you're perfect. Who wouldn't go on a date with you?"
"So what do I do?" you asked, curiously.
"Just go up to him, look him in the yes, and ask him," Clint suggested.
You turned, looked Clint in the eyes.
"Will you go to this concert with me?" you asked.
"Just like that," Clint nodded, standing, "I'll talk to you later, Y/N. I'm gonna go scare Tony."
He walked out of the room.
The idiot.
He hadn't noticed you were trying to ask him out.
Over the next week, until the day of the concert, you dropped subtle hints that you wanted him to go with you.
"Hey Clint, what kind of music do you like?"
"I still have that extra ticket."
"It'd be fun to party together sometime, don't you think?"
None of those worked.
Then, Clint dropped some hurtful words on you.
"You should just ask this guy out already, Y/N, you're starting to seem desperate."
That's when you stopped trying and stopped talking to Clint altogether.
You realized you would never be more than friends with him.
You needed space to get rid of your romantic feeling for him.
You got dressed up to head out to the concert.
Clint stopped you at the door.
"Who's your date?" he asked.
"I don't have one. He was too stupid to realize I was asking him. So I gave up. Wouldn't want to come across desperate, right?" You said, passive aggressively.
You watched realization flood across Clint's face.
"Don't expect me home tonight," you warned, "I expect to get drunk, have a lot of fun, and hang out with boys."
You walked out without another word.
You had taken only your ticket and left the other one on your nightstand.
You had just arrived at the concert when an arm wrapped around your waist.
You turned to see Clint.
You were confused.
"What are you doing here?" you asked.
"I wanted to go on a date with you," he shrugged.
You crossed your arms.
"I know, I know. I was too dumb to realize it before, but I was the guy you liked. And I like you, too. No, I love you. So I'm here to spend time with you," he confessed.
You hugged him, kissing his cheek.
"Thank you," you whispered.
He intertwined his hand with yours as you watched the band finally come on stage.
"Now, let's get our rock on!" he said.
The people around him stared at him weirdly.
"Maybe you should let me do the talking here. Just enjoy the music," you suggested.
"Fair enough."
