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[Clint x Reader] Holiday Peeves

Anyone else hearing those words might of thought them as a joke, but he knew better. She would make good on her word and then still send him off again to propose to you. He decided to save himself the pain and scurried into the elevator.

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You grumbled abuse at whoever was incessantly knocking on the other side of your door. If it was your landlord you were going to throttle him for calling on you so late again. You were more than a little surprised to see Clint there, still in his suit from earlier and looking uncharacteristically edgy.

"Clint," you greeted, "what's wrong? Fury call with a mission?" You hoped it wasn't the case. You were rather enjoying your unusually long period of time off.

He shook his head, thankfully, but he was still bouncing his hand nervously in his right pocket.

"Uh, come in then, I guess," you said, opening the door and then shutting it behind him as he moved inside. You pushed the lock through and turned to face him, waiting to hear why he had come over so late and so dressed up. He just stood there, though, staring between you and the ground, occasionally biting his lips or running his tongue over them. "D-do you want some tea or something?"

He shook his head quickly before staring again. You started to feel uncomfortable yourself, standing there in your heart covered pajama pants and Oscar the Grouch tee shirt. Your hair was wet and stringy from your shower, and you probably still had some leftover makeup smudged under your eyes that you had failed to wash off before showering. Clint, on the other hand, looked as handsome as ever. Even with his jumpy attitude he was still your perfect archer, while you must have looked like a wreck in your disheveled state.

He glanced back up at you again before averting his eyes, and you had a sudden fear hit you. Was he breaking up with you? The date had gone perfectly, at least in your eyes. Did he no longer feel the same way? With a look of resolve and determination he brought his eyes to yours, managing to keep them there this time. He started to breath in to speak, but you cut him off.

"Did I do something wrong?" You tried to keep your voice emotionless, but it cracked anyway as hot tears involuntarily welled up in your eyes.

Shock registered across his features, and he shook his head back and forth rapidly. "No. Why would you think that?"

You shrugged your shoulders, relieved that your suspicion seemed to be wrong but now worrying again about what was bothering him so much. He took in another breath and stepped towards you. "I don't know how you're going to take this, but I can't wait a minute longer."

You tilted your head in question as he finally brought his hand out of his pocket, a black object clutched in it. He slid down to one knee when he was just a step away, and your eyes widened as your mouth dropped open.

"(Y/N)," he began, and just that word alone sent your stomach into a mess, "In the past two years I've come to realize how much you mean to me. I know that I don't ever want to live a day when where I can't call you mine. You're who I think about before falling asleep and my first thought in the morning, but what I want more than anything is for you to be the first and last thing I see every day. I want to have every right to be completely jealous of you. I want to show my love to you in every way imaginable, and I don't want to waste a minute, which is why I'm asking you here and now: (Y/N) (L/N), will you marry me?" He finished his speech by snapping open the box in his hands, revealing a glittering diamond set on a gold ring.

Tears of an entirely different kind were streaming freely down your face. "Yes," you choked, nodding your head. "Yes!" you shouted this time, throwing yourself at him. You squealed as he lost his balance beneath you, toppling over and taking you with him. He laughed as you stared sheepishly at him from your position across his chest. Without a word but with a wide grin he snatched your left hand and slipped the ring on it, pulling your head down for a quick peck.

He set his head back on the floor, his hand resting on your lower back. "Well, that's a relief."

"What? Did you think I was going to say no to you?" You were about to laugh when it finally clicked in your mind. Your eyes shot wide open as you stared down at him, horrified. He smirked, of course finding amusement in your piecing things together. "You were...at the restaurant...but I..." Your voice trailed off as he chuckled at you, and you bent your head down, burying it in his chest to hide your mortification. Without realizing it, you had almost ruined your own proposal.

"Don't worry," he assured you, pulling your head up to look at him again, "I think I like this even better." His hand slid up to the back of your neck, pulling you down into a heart melting kiss that you happily complied to, your own hands reaching up to grasp either side of his face.

He was going to have to thank Natasha later.