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What Happened To My Socks?! (Clint Barton x Reader) One-shot/Drabble

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Summary: Clint can’t find any of his socks. The Avengers left the Tower, not including Y/N and him. He’s just hungry with cold feet.

Word Count: 551

Warnings: Implied sex, some swearing –I think….

A/N: This is for @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics challenge. Enjoy!

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“What happened to my socks?!” Clint mumbled under his breath, cursing,” Where could of I possibly put them, damnit!?”

Taking the elevator to the common floor, Clint stepped out looking around. “Hey, guys. Do you know what happened to all of socks?”

“Morning Barton,” Y/N greeted him, Clint couldn’t stop staring, he was the only one who drank straight from the pot, until now apparently. The coffee, in the pot, was light brown sitting in Y/N’s hands, she was wearing a large, purple, checked t-shirt, Stars and Stripes shorts, her (Y/H/C) was perching on top of her head in a messy bun, purple rimmed glasses sitting on her nose reading something on her phone, and- are those his socks!?

“Are those my socks?”

“So what if they are, Barton?”

“I can’t find any of mine.”

“Oops.”

She says oops. Oops!

“Have you been stealing my socks?”

“Not only your socks, though they are very comfy.” She wiggled her toes, glancing up, smirking at him, her (Y/E/C) eyes glimmered with something –mischief maybe.

Clint’s jaw dropped, “So, that’s where all of my clothes have been going!?”

“Mostly, Nat has some too.”

“Wha-how!?”

“Well duh, we’re sneaky. She’s an assassin and I’m an ex-art thief, you can’t really best people who know how to sneak around and professionals about it.”

You got to be kidding me, Clint thought.

Clint looked around, “Where is everyone else?”

“Out getting breakfast now, there an attack, we handled it, apparently you didn’t hear it the alarm though. Don’t feel bad, it barely took an hour.”

Y/N moved towards the fridge, opening the door and started pulling stuff out.  Clint suddenly felt self-conscious about his sweatpants and muscle shirt and bare feet, whilst trying not to look at Y/N’s ass in those shorts. She seemed to be wiggling it excessively.

“Your ass looks nice today. Not that it doesn’t always look good.”

She frigging laughed! Here he thought she would kick his ass.

“Well, these shorts originally belonged to Steve. Natasha stole them from Steve, then I stole them from her.”

“Wow.”

“I know right.”

Such sarcasm, Clint thought dryly.

She set a plate of eggs, bacon, and pancakes she retrieved from the microwave.

“Eat.”

“Yes’m.” Clint winked.

Clint devoured the bacon and eggs first. Covering the pancakes in strawberry syrup, Clint cut it up into bite size pieces, going to take a bite only to be interrupted by Y/N stealing the piece of pancake right off of his fork.

“Hey!” Clint exclaimed, pouting, “That’s my pancake!”

“Alright,” Y/N spoke with mouth full.

Chewing a bit before, kissing him full on the lips to trade the syrup left back to him.

He stood shell-shocked, mind still working on processing what had just occurred.

“What?”

She sighed, exasperated.

“I like you, dummy. So, I got breakfast and I kissed. I also stole your clothes, not only because they’re comfy, but because they’re yours.”

She gave him an earnest, openly hopeful look.

“Does this mean I get my socks back?”

That startled a laugh out of her.

“Nope. I’m keeping them. I didn’t lie about them being comfortable,” she said, popping the ‘p’. “But….you could take them off…along with the rest of my clothes.” She winked.

Her hips swayed enticingly on her way out of the kitchen.

“Hey, wait up!”


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Work Update

I have had 3 pots of coffee. I just made another. I’ve been able to make it through the rush on Caffine and adrenaline alone. Time isn’t real anymore. I feel like I’ve always lived here.

tony totally does have a superpower. its just that his superpower is not dying of caffeine overdose which only rarely comes in handy when fighting supervillians

Eminem ethered Donald Trump and allll the racists at the Hip Hop Awards, y’all.

This the calm before the storm right here Wait, how was I gonna start this off? I forgot Oh, yeah: That’s an awfully hot coffee pot. Should I drop it on Donald Trump? Probably not But that’s all I got ‘til I come up with a solid plot.

Got a plan, and now I gotta hatch it.. Like a damn Apache with a tomahawk I'ma walk inside a mosque on Ramadan and say a prayer that every time Donald talks she gets a mop–ahh, I'ma stop. 

But we better give Obama props.. 'Cause what we got in office now’s a kamikaze that’ll probably cause a nuclear holocaust.. And while the drama pops and he waits for shit to quiet down he’ll just gas his plane up and fly around 'til the bombing stops. Intensities heightened, tensions are rising.. Trump, when it comes to giving a shit, you’re stingy as I am. Except when it comes to having the balls to go against me, you hide 'em.. 'Cause you don’t got the fucking nuts like an empty asylum.

Racism’s the only thing he’s fantastic for 'cause that’s how he gets his fucking rocks off and he’s orange.. Yeah, sick tan, that’s why he wants us to disband.. 'Cause he can not withstand the fact we’re not afraid of Trump.. Fuck walkin’ on egg shells, I came to stomp.. That’s why he keeps screamin’, “Drain the swamp” 'Cause he’s in quicksand.

It’s like we take a step forwards, then backwards.. But this is his form of distraction.. Plus, he gets an enormous reaction when he attacks the NFL so we focus on that Instead of talking Puerto Rico or gun reform for Nevada.. All these horrible tragedies and he’s bored and would rather cause a Twitter storm with the Packers. Then says he wants to lower our taxes.. Then who’s gonna pay for his extravagant trips back and forth with his fam to his golf resorts and his mansions? 

Same shit that he tormented Hillary for and he slandered.. Then does it more.

 From his endorsement of Bannon. Support from the Klansmen. Tiki torches in hand for the soldier that’s black and comes home from Iraq and is still told to go back to Africa. Fork and a dagger in this racist 94-year-old grandpa who keeps ignoring our past historical, deplorable factors.

Now, if you’re a black athlete You’re a spoiled little brat for tryna use your platform or your stature.. To try to give those a voice who don’t have one.. He says, “You’re spittin’ in the face of vets who fought for us, you bastards”.. Unless you’re a POW who’s tortured and battered.. 'Cause to him, you’re zeros.. 'Cause he don’t like his war heroes captured.. That’s not disrespecting the military.

Fuck that, this is for Colin, ball up a fist.. And keep that shit balled like Donald the bitch. “He’s gonna get rid of all immigrants” “He’s gonna build that thing up taller than this” Well, if he does build it, I hope it’s rock solid with bricks. 'Cause like him in politics, I’m using all of his tricks. 'Cause I’m throwing that piece of shit against the wall 'til it sticks.

And any fan of mine who’s a supporter of his I’m drawing, in the sand, a line. You’re either for or against. And if you can’t decide who you like more and you’re split.. On who you should stand beside I’ll do it for you with this: “Fuck you!” The rest of America stand up. We love our military, and we love our country. But we fucking hate Trump.

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I’ve been exploring Junkertown and taking tons of screenshots, and here are some thoughts. I am so sorry for the massiveness of this post omg, please feel free to blacklist #long post if you need to!

  • The Queen of Junkertown is a BABE and I’m in love with her and also very gay. Also the flag of Junkertown is bomb, and I adore looking at all the various signage, it adds so much flavor to the map
  • Even a lawless society has to have a few rules, and those rules basically amount to: start shit, get hit
  • Junkrat and Roadhog really are hated by everyone, oh my god. Shoot them on sight. I love it.
  • “Watch your step!” Perhaps where Junkrat got his singsong line every time he lays a trap that someone triggers?
  • Base notes:
    • It looks like they’ve got a hatch in the floor there. (Edit: It’s been confirmed that it’s a pressure plate!! There’s two of them, if two people stand on them, it opens up a hidden treasure room!)
    • They have an entire fucking vending machine of pachimari, this is the most extra thing I’ve ever seen, I’m crying
    • Roadhog makes his own hogdrogen, and it looks like it starts out as a yellow sloshy liquid.
    • There’s a fish head in their kitchen area – I’ve always believed that Roadhog’s a vegetarian because of his anti-meat patches. Maybe he’s a pescatarian? Or maybe it’s just Junkrat who’s eating the fish?
    • Lots of chains hanging from the ceiling, probably to refill Roadhog’s chain hook
    • Everyone’s already pointed out that there’s only one bed in Junkrat and Roadhog’s base. Things Roadhog needs to sleep: an oxygen tank, a fan, and food. Look at all those dirty dishes. Someone pointed out that Junkrat has his own place to sleep and argued that this proves the base is only Roadhog’s house and thus they’re not sleeping together. Which is. Such a reach, why are you so vehemently against the implications that these two are together. Anyways, Junkrat does have a couch set up in his workshop with a blanket and a pillow and a fridge and a sink, but I don’t buy for a second that he actually lives there full time. He has too much of an established presence in the base for it to be just Roadhog’s house – he’s got those grenades and spray cans everywhere, and I’m pretty sure he’s the one chugging those soft drinks by the cooler. And these assholes eat their meals together like a married couple. Junkrat’s got the tiny bowl and the normal-ish chair and the entire pot of coffee, Roadhog’s got the big bowl and the tire-seat chair and the sensible single cup of coffee (Edit: I can’t believe I didn’t notice this until someone pointed it out – they stole Roadhog’s chair from the takeaway, look!). What domestic little shits. No, Junkrat’s workshop is just a workshop with some amenities, bc the man absolutely loses track of time when he’s tinkering and it’s easier to crash in his mad lab than go back to sleep with Roadhog, imo.
    • THE PLAN: Junkrat’s boundless enthusiasm makes me smile.
    • They have two chairs on their front porch with a cooler and some drinks in between them. Imagine these two just. Sitting on the porch together and sharing a drink. They’re so married, I’m l i v i n g for this domestic shit. 
  • On the subject of Junkrat’s workshop: he actually does play cricket! Or he at least owns a cricket paddle (okay, cricket BAT, you fucking animals, i know shit about sports, just humor me w my lack of sports knowledge here)
  • Junkrat has a safe that’s covered in DANGER, NO ENTRY, GO BACK signs and that’s hilarious to me. Also hilarious: his “NO TRESPASSING“ sign over a door that’s boarded up from the inside.
  • It looks like both Junkrat and Roadhog got their tattoos at Swagman’s Needlepoint! Roadhog’s Wild Hog Power design is marked as sold. Junkrat’s bicep tattoo is also up on the wall!
  • I guess there’s?? A thriving music scene in Junkertown?? Where is the Mad Max flamethrower guitarist
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There are no colored bathrooms in this building, or any building outside the West Campus, which is half a mile away. Did you know that? I have to walk to Timbuktu just to relieve myself! And I can’t use one of the handy bikes. Picture that, Mr. Harrisson. My uniform, skirt below the knees and my heels. And simple necklace pearls. Well, I don’t own pearls. Lord knows you don’t pay the colored enough to afford pearls! And I work like a dog day and night, living on coffee from a pot none of you want to touch! So, excuse me if I have to go to the restroom a few times a day.