Marvel Oneshots

Trick Shot (Clint Barton)

Prompt: "That was impressive."

Summary: Clint and Reader are practicing trick shots, but they're forced to run for their lives when they almost hit Maria Hill with a stray arrow.

Day six of Fictober on Tumblr.

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"Alright, here we go. Off the wall, bounced through the corner, off the other wall, through the gap in the vid screens, and on Stark Tower on the map."

"No way in hell."

Clint Barton, my boyfriend, was kicked back in a chair and watching as I planned out my trick shot. We were supposed to have training with Natasha and Maria Hill today, but they'd both been called for some official SHIELD duty or other, so that left me and Clint to do our own training. We were both archers, so we'd decided the best way to train would be a no-holds-barred trick shot competition.

I was winning.

"There's no way in hell that you're gonna be able to do all that and actually hit Stark Tower," said Clint, kicking his feet up on the desk he'd commandeered.

"You underestimate how much I want to pay Stark back for his comments about my aim at New Year's."

"Oh yeah! I totally forgot about that! You almost killed Hill!"

"Yeah yeah, whatever," I said, taking my mark and drawing my bow. "None of that's gonna matter when I beat you in this trick shot contest."

Clint scoffed, but he stayed quiet while I got ready to take my shot. We hadn't quite resulted to sabotaging each other. Yet.

I stared down the length of my bow with laser focus, aiming for just the right spot on the wall to kick off my chain of ricochets. I breathed in and breathed out, and at the tail end of the exhale I released my arrow.

It went so fast I could barely keep track of it, but I heard a thwang as it stuck in the wall. Clint and I turned as one to look at the map, and lo and behold, my arrow was buried in the wall right where Tony Stark's tower was.

"HA! Take that Barton!" I yelled, jumping up and punching the air. Clint stood up and grabbed his bow in one motion, coming to stand in the middle of the room.

"That was impressive. But now it's time for me to regain my honor." He turned in a slow circle to survey his options around the room. He took his time, but once he finally decided, he turned back to me. "I'm gonna skip it off the floor, off the wall, past the corner, off the wall again, and bullseye the center of the door."

I couldn't help snorting. I walked past my boyfriend on my way to lean against the desk, patting him on the shoulder and leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"Good luck with that."

Clint just shot me a cocky grin over his shoulder, then turned around as he drew his bow. If it were anyone else but him trying to make this shot, I would've said they had no chance. But Clint Barton was the master of making impossible shots with his bow and arrow.

Other than me, of course.

Clint breathed in and breathed out, keeping his eyes locked on his target the whole time. I was insanely tempted to fake cough or sneeze, but I stopped myself. I wanted this to be a fair fight.

Clint let his arrow fly, and it seemed to be on the perfect path as it made its way around the room. Unfortunately for both of us, the door flew open right before the arrow got there. Maria Hill and Natasha started walking in, and Maria had to dive out of the way to avoid getting impaled.