Marvel Imagines

Clint Barton - 2

Alone *:

*Your POV*
Love is weird, and stupid, and the cause of like eighty percent of the world's problems. Okay, maybe eighty percent is a bit of an exaggeration, but I'm trying to make a point here. The point is that love is problematic, frustrating and often misplaced. Oh, and this is fun, it's exactly why I am in my current situation. Let me explain:

A little over four years ago I started dating this guy, his name was Mitch. Now, back then I thought he was amazing even though my best friend in the world, Clint Barton, told me that he didn't trust the guy and that I shouldn't. In hind sight Clint is a lot better at reading people than I am. Anyway, Mitch and I dated and after six months we moved in together. A year and four months into dating we adopted an adorable little husky pup, even named him Archer to piss off Clint. This way I could always say that I knew that best archer in the world, and guess what? It was not Clint. After three years of dating Mitch and raising a puppy together, he proposed. At the time I was incredibly happy and of course I told him yes. A year later we were still planning the wedding and looking for a new house. That was, until I found out the asshole had been cheating on me with one of my coworkers. That's why I'm here.

Sitting in my car, with my head on the wheel, in the parking lot of a Denny's. All of the stuff that I could fit in Duffle bags is in the backseat of my car along with Archer's food, bed, and a few his toys. The dog himself is currently sitting in the passenger seat, staring at me while I sulk. It's now 5:30, which means Mitch is most likely home by now and has found my note and realized I've left. So, when my phone starts to ring I assume it's him without checking the caller I.D. before I answer.

"WHAT!?!?!? What the hell could you possibly want now you insensitive, self-centered asshole?" I yell angrily into the receiver.

"Um, (Y/N)....are you okay?" Upon hearing his voice I realize that it was not in fact Mitch on the phone, it was Clint.

"OH! Hey, Clint, sorry about that. I was expecting someone else." He chuckled on the other end.

"I kind of figured that out. So, who's got you more pissed off than you have been since The Phantom Menace came out?" I paused for a minute, trying to decide how to tell him about what happened. "Um, hello (Y/N), you still there?" He asked after the prolonged silence.

"Yeah, I'm right here, I just... Do you mind if I come over and explain?" I asked, biting my bottom lip.

"Of course, you're always welcome over here, plus I was going to ask you to come over anyway. I tried a new recipe for homemade sauce for my lasagna and I wanted my favorite guinea pig to taste test it." I smiled a little.

"Alright, see you soon."

"Hurry over." Clint added before hanging up. I turned to archer in the passenger seat.

"Looks like we're going to see Uncle Clint." The husky barked excitedly and readjusted himself to face the front windshield. Archer loved Clint, even if the feeling wasn't always mutual. I started the car and made my way to Clint's as quickly as I could. A few minutes later I was pulling up to his building. I got out of the car before making my way around to open the door for Archer. The two of us made our way up the steps to Clint's door, I barely even had to knock before Clint opened the door and threw his arms around me in a tight hug.

"Hey, I'm so glad you're here." Clint said as he pulled away from the hug. "Even if you did bring the demon dog." Clint added while staring pointedly at Archer, who's only response was to start head-butting Clint's leg in his usual affectionate manner. Clint smiled and leaned down to scratch his ear. Then he stood back up and ushered us inside. I followed Clint into the kitchen and Archer headed straight for the living room to curl up on the couch. When we made it to the table Clint pulled out a chair for me to take a seat and then sat down opposite me. "Alright (Y/N), now it's time to talk. Who do I have to kill? Why do I have to kill them? And why isn't Archer at home with Mitch?" I let out a tiny half-hearted laugh.