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Imagine:

Clint Barton adopting a cat for you two. 

“Clint? Why is there a cat in our living room?” You had just walked in from work, and you didn’t expect to see a purring fluff of orange sitting on your couch. There was no response from your husband of four months, so you did what any sane person would do; you went over and pet the little orange cat.

“Aha! I knew you would like Aslan!” Clint walked over to where you sat. “I found him on the side of the road. Isn’t he a sweetheart?” He picked Aslan up and kissed him on the forehead. “We can keep him, right?” You hesitated, looking at your husband and the cat together.

“He seems like he is a good cat… I guess so.” Clint grinned, placing the cat down, and pulled you into a kiss.

“Thank you so much! I’ll take care of Aslan, You won’t have to do a thing.” You laughed at Clint’s promise.

“We can take care of him together. As a family.” You both were smiling happily. A new addition to the family was always a great thing whether it’s a cat or a child.

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Someone Else’s

Originally posted by marvelgifs

Clint Barton x Onesided!Reader, Clint Barton x Laura Barton

Length: 197 words

Warnings: reader likes clint, angsty?

He was married. He had children. Clint Barton already had a family.

It hurt you.

You didn’t exactly keep it a secret, and your affections towards him weren’t subtle. You’d been flirting with him for months now, over-laughing at his quips, smiling as soon as he walked through the door. You’d fantasised about dating him, dreamt of being loved by him, of starting a family with him…

But he was already loved, Clint already had a family.

Had you misinterpreted his friendliness as him flirting back? Was Clint just being a good teammate, when he’d softly touch your shoulder, or your arm? Every smile and glance, the small things you’d spent endless nights thinking of… Any interaction the two of you had ever had, you were now analysing – looking for true hints of attraction.

It didn’t matter, Clint’s heart was already someone else’s.

Now you had to move on. It may take time, but it was what you had to do. It was what was right, you couldn’t dwell like this. Clint couldn’t hold your heart any longer, but maybe someone else could…

Vaguely, you thought of soft silver hair, a mischievous smirk, and sweet blue eyes.

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Middle Names...
  • Pietro Maximoff: Your middle name is Francis?!
  • Clint Barton: You wanna fucking go, Django?!
  • James 'Bucky' Barnes: You're both idiots
  • Natasha Romanov: Don't even start, Buchanan
  • James 'Bucky' Barnes: I'm sorry, what was that Alianovna?