AVENGERS ONESHOTS (requests are closed)

You Are Beautiful ~ Clint Barton

Request- readerXclint, the reader has some eating disorders and Clint is there for them

MadisonGupton

Warnings- Eating Disorders (Anorexia and Bulimia)

Words- 4615

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You heard everything they said. The mutterings of two SHIELD agents in the breakroom. You were hidden behind the wall, the door just barely creaked open, about to get a snack because you had a lot of research to dig up on a new target. The two agents were leaning against the counter, thinking that you were elsewhere, as they talked nasty, horrible things about you. 

"I mean, have you seen Y/N? She's supposedly an Avenger, not with that bod." one agent said. The other one humming in agreeance, "I mean, Clint left his wife for . . . that. His ex-wife was a high eight, Y/N is a low three. Clint made a mistake leaving his wife for the Michelin car tire mascot.". They both laughed with a snotty, stuck-up tone.

Their tiny waists, their skinny legs, their perfectly toned muscles. You looked at the one-way, reflective window across from you and frowned when you believed their words. You bit your lip to fight back the harsh tears as you quickly and self-consciously leave the building and make a bee-line for your car. Once you get to your car and you break into sobs.

Your head rests on the top of the steering wheel as your body racks with sobs. You sniffle and huff as you try and choke back sobs. You can't go back into work, not looking like this. You reach for your phone as you sniffle and let out a single cough. You call Clint knowing he won't ever answer if you text him. He picks up after a few rings.

"Hey sweetie, what's wrong?" he asks through the phone. You try to control your voice, make sure it's not shaky and make sure it sounds like you weren't just sobbing. "Hey babe, I -uh- I just don't feel too well. I'm gonna go ho-home and s-sleep it off, " you lie straight through your teeth. "Okay sweetie, do you want me to drive you home or bring you back anything?" he asks and you shake your head, "No, just finish up today and bring back my files for the upcoming target, "

You hear Clint hum and then mumble a goodbye. You end the call and throw your phone in the seat next to you. You sigh, it's a shaky sigh, your hands are shaky as well. You grip them tighter around the leather steering wheel to try and cease their shakiness. Your turn on the engine of the black 2020 Audi SQ7. 

You begin to drive out of headquarters and towards the city where you and Clint shared an apartment. You sighed as you drove through protesters with their signs and chants. Protesting for racial equality, you tried to be patient while driving through the crowd. You understood and respected the cause for peaceful protest, but at the same time, you wanted to run them over to you can get into your apartment and cry into your pillow.

Once you get through the main crowd and the concentration of people becomes more diluted, it's a straight shot to your apartment. The entire drive you thought of what the SHIELD agents had said. Am I a three? Am I that fat, you thought. You drive up to the apartment and take the elevator to your floor. You are glad no one is really in the building at this time, so no one can see your tear-stricken face. 

Your cheeks were flushed red and your nose was rosy. Your eyes puffed up and the whites of the eyes turned pink. Your bottom lip was swollen with marks of your teeth due to you trying to bite backs wails. You opened the door to your apartment and slammed it shut. You hurried to your bedroom and fell face-first on the bed. Gripping onto a soft pillow for dear life as you hold it close to you. 

Wet tears stained the pillow, but that was the least of your concern. You replayed what they had said to you in the breakroom. You thought about Clint, why did he leave his wife, a beautiful woman who birthed him his children, for someone like you.