title : Please, allow me to legally stick with you

pairing : Steve Rogers/Clint Barton, past- Clint Barton/Bobbi Morse, past- Clint Barton/Jesse Drew

rate :

have

kissing scene

Yes, rate.

Teen

So let's do it, right?

genre : hurt/comfort, romance, fluff(?)

tags : deaf!clint, fraction!clint, insecure!clint, mcu!steve, marriage proposal

warning : spoil comics

Matt's Hawkeye Fraction and Hawkeye in general a bit (actually spoilers from the tag but let it be)

summary :

Steve proposes to Clint

P.S. We don't know what the official name of this chip is.

(Censored swear words too. I feel really bad but I fixed it. I'm sorry for being a bad child.)

“Will you get married?”

Clint froze when he heard that sentence. He stopped moving and I'm sure he stopped breathing for a moment. He tried to figure out if he had actually heard correctly or if he was overthinking it because he was so focused on the television in front of him that was playing the latest episode of Doc Cops. And Steve is too much of a romantic to propose to someone on a weeknight movie night. (He thinks so)

Not to mention that it takes place in Clint's apartment, which is no different from his life - a mess. So it's not because he doesn't love Steve (oh, he would let someone else... I didn't know that they came to spend the night at the house seven days a week, sharing the bed and pillows, sometimes even allowing them to fight for the blanket. He can let strangers do that, that's for sure) ...

But anyway, him and marriage?! No, let me pass.

Clint remained silent. Not sure how to react Maybe he really had misheard. Steve might have asked him if he wanted to meet Mary. He tried to remember if he had ever known anyone named Mary before he realized he was forgetting Steve, who might have been waiting for an answer, so he slowly turned his head to look at the other person who was looking back at him with a serious expression.

Seriously?

Clint wasn't sure what expression he was making because Steve's eyes dropped down to his lap. He looked uncertain and probably regretted asking. Damn, he always had to act like a squid-ass bastard.

“Steve-“

“Please, tell me you agree,” Steve interrupts, bringing his eyes up to meet Clint's again, and dammit, it works every time. Those cute puppy eyes that Clint couldn't deny. But this time he had to be more stubborn. Because this is... It's about marriage!

Clint averted his eyes, returning his gaze to the dogcops on the television screen and mentally calculating how many percentage points of hope there were left for Steve to talk about Mary being a human. He was sure he was about to lose his mind. In another two minutes he might start screaming and running like a madman. Sure, marrying Captain America must be something out of a fairy tale.

Someone might start writing poems about them and sell them to compete with Cinderella. The whole country will be jealous of Clint. Maybe, he'll never know, but what Clint knows for sure right now is that he'll do anything to get out of this crazy situation.

“Steve,” his voice sounded hopeless, “I love you - I really do - but you know what it's like...to me.” Clint didn't know how to say this to Steve. He knew the explanation wasn't difficult. Kate had repeated it to him a million times and Jess had it etched into her memory along with the palm print of their break up.

Every time it was about a relationship, a feeling, something too fragile and sensitive for him to understand. He was going to screw it up in the end. He ruined everything he had. It was his special power. Jess said that before walking away.

"But in the past it was okay-"

“But I also ran away when things got complicated.” He frowned, looking at the floor in front of him as he repeated Jess's words that were still stuck in his mind.

"Clint... you won't do that. Not again." Steve's voice was firm but soft, like he was consoling. It was just like, he thought, it was a mix of consolation and a hint of "acceptance of consolation." Go ahead, you stubborn bastard! more than that, and that almost caused him to burst out laughing in a bitter tone. He wanted to shout back, "Yes, he can!"

If the past is that it still plays over and over again, the same way because he is still the same person. And he's going to hurt Steve like he did Jess... With Bobby, it might be Bobby's right. He is insensitive and an idiot. Maybe Jesse's right that he's such a self-hater that he can't accept it if someone cared about him? -Let heaven punish you-

He started to care about someone. Everyone may be right in predicting that their love life will not end well. And he couldn't bear it if he had to sign another divorce form. Just imagine Steve standing in front of him. tired and in pain His shoulders slumped in disappointment as he told him that he couldn't take it anymore that he wanted to end the relationship.

He pursed his lips tightly before relaxing when Steve reached out to take his hand and gave him a small, encouraging smile. "We'll make it work," Clint chuckled.

“We were fighting over something nonsensical.” That made Steve frown.

“Because you never follow orders. Acts like everything is a joke and likes to get hurt, doesn't care about the team-"

“I don't care about the team, Cap! We're a team,” he protested, recalling the many times he'd gone on tag team missions with Captain America, Tasha, or Bobby. Not counting that he joined the Avengers. How is he not interested in the team?

“If you think we- or at least I'm a team. You probably told about the apartment to the mafia that attacked you in the first place.” Ah, that's Captain America's tone. Clint had to resist the urge to roll his eyes because from experience that would only make things worse.

'Because I care and you act like you don't care!' Steve would yell at him like that- Steve had yelled at him like that. A couple of times, in fact. And it made him feel insanely guilty.

"I can handle it," Clint replied simply, and he noticed Steve's eyes flicker to his ears. at his hearing aid It only lasted a split second, but it didn't escape Clint's sight. Steve didn't say anything, but frowned and pursed his lips as if he wanted to say he completely disagreed, but Steve knew. I knew it would be a long time before Clint would accept this.

His ears weren't working properly and Steve didn't want to make him feel bad about it again...okay, his manageable thing was a bit too simplistic because His life is more difficult than that. A normal guy with only a bow and arrows was fighting a well-armed mafia. Of course, it was more complicated than that, and it didn't help that he was the one who was willing to dive into all that trouble. But at least he I was able to drag myself out of that mess while still being alive.

But his ears weren't so lucky. It only works twenty percent and he relies on hearing aids. Clint thought that was bad enough, but it wasn't because the machine wasn't that small. (Plus, it was an eye-catching purple.) Steve noticed it as soon as they saw each other again a few weeks later.

He is being investigated as a convicted felon with warrants for his arrest in fifty states and twenty-four countries. After that, he still had to sit and listen to Steve complain for almost an hour. He secretly muted his hearing aid after half an hour. Steve caught on twelve minutes later because he started to nod off. He ended up having to preach a sermon that was twice as long as before.

“You don't have to face this alone,” Clint had heard that phrase a million times. If it were before, he might have stubbornly replied, He can take care of his own business. Or they might just roll their eyes and say nothing at all. But that was before.

“I know,” was his answer, and that made Steve smile.

"Do you remember the mission in Philadelphia? Two months ago, there was just the two of us, no S.H.I.E.L.D., no one else, just us," Steve spoke again after a moment of silence. His calloused thumb traced the back of Clint's hand gently.

“Sure! Chasing bombs throughout the city like a James Bond movie. Climb the window and jump across the building. Crazy awesome!” He thought back to two months ago. The sound of tires crunching on the road, the honking of the horn, and Captain America's panicked yells when he gets too close to another car or makes a sudden turn.

A villain in a skin-tight outfit. Boiling adrenaline He thought that what Steve was doing was so cool that he'd seen it a hundred times before. Jump from one building to another. Roll when you hit the ground. Clint was stupid enough to follow and realized as he rolled that he had a bow quiver attached to his back. Instead, he did somersaults and landed on his feet. It would have been pretty good if it weren't for the fact that half of the arrows fell out of the barrel and piled up at his feet.

“You really have a knack for remembering things differently than anyone else,” they laughed. Before Steve stopped and lowered his eyes to the ground. He was silent for a moment before speaking.

“You fell from a building,” Steve's voice was soft, shaky, and he took a breath before continuing. “There is no shield to support me. There is no medical team. No one and I have to get you to the nearest hospital.” Clint looked into Steve's once bright, dull blue eyes. He doesn't like this at all. I don't like making Steve feel bad.

"But I'm still here, Steve. It's okay." Clint turned his palm so he could intertwine his fingers with Steve's. Squeeze his hand gently, comfortingly.

"no! It's not okay! Do you know how I felt about sending you into that room? Do you know what it's like to not have the right to know what's going on with you because I'm not a relative? not family Just legal friends!”

“Hey, I'm going to be more careful, okay?” Clint tried to calm Steve down with a gentle tone.

“I don't want to go back through that, Clint. Can only wait without doing anything. I don't know anything.” Steve plopped down on the sofa as he stared at him pleadingly. “Now we can get married, Clint. So please don't make me wait outside again.”

“But I'm going to ruin it, Steve! I'm going to screw it up anyway.”

He wants to get married. He wanted to do that if it would make Steve's blue eyes bright again, but he was afraid. He only thought of those scenes in his head. The day Bobby yelled at him at the top of her lungs that she wanted out of the relationship. The day she confirmed to him that their matter couldn't be resolved. And the day she walked in with documents that he had to sign.

Reinforcing that this was what she wanted...at that time he really loved her.

“I'll fix it- we'll fix it, we can, Clint. I won't let it fail.”

"I'm going to push you away like everyone else. You still don't understand-" Steve cut him off from finishing his sentence by pulling him into a kiss. One hand rested on the back of his neck. It wasn't a passionate kiss. It was just a light touch that ended quickly. Clint opened his eyes as Steve pulled away. Blue eyes stared at him.

Eyes that conveyed an emotion he wasn't accustomed to no matter how long he'd been with Steve. No one had ever looked at him like that. Everyone always thinks he's strong, carefree, too rough to feel, but really, everyone has times like this. When you feel weak and need someone else to stay, stand behind and reassure yourself that you are worthy of something.

And Clint knew that from the blue eyes that looked at him with such tenderness, like he was precious and fragile. Easy to fall apart

“Try pushing me away.” Steve finished his sentence by leaning in to kiss him again and pulling away. “I want to see you try,” Clint felt a challenge in his voice, and damn, it wasn't supposed to sound this sexy.

“Steve,” his voice was barely a whisper. He tried to say something before Steve touched his lips again. Closer than before He felt a tongue slide across his lips and pulled away before he could react.

For God's sake! Steve!! He wanted to curse, but the only sound that came out was a displeased moan in his throat.

Steve gave a nervous smile before speaking in a more confident tone than he always did when he knew he was about to win. Clint should hate it, but his brain shuts down because of Steve's legendary teasing and he can only imagine how sexy his captain is. “I don't care about your past relationship with Bobby. Or how is it with other people?

But I'm not like everyone else." Kiss "I know you better." Kiss "You love me more." Kiss "And I know how to keep you-" Kiss "Stay in line."

It was just a mark of lips, nothing deeper than that, but it made his heart beat rapidly. Irregular breathing Or maybe it all came from the fact that Steve was just staring at him with sparkling blue eyes.

Steve's voice was soft and deep as he asked again. “Let's get married.”

...Isn't this fair?

“Clint?”

He pursed his lips before sighing heavily. This would probably be another bad decision on his part that would end in destruction and pain. He closed his eyes, allowing the memories of Bobby and Jess fighting to replay in his mind.

'no! You won't divorce me. I'm the one who's going to divorce you!'

'Did it never occur to you that lying around would hurt me?'

'Look Clint Barton, you're now officially divorced. Happy Valentine's Day'

'He's a vicious man'

'Heartless person'

'I'm warning you, young lady. Don't mess with this man. He would only make her sad. It's his special power.'

Clint never really knew how it would end. But if this terrible decision made Steve's eyes sparkle like that...he thought it would be worth taking another chance.

He sighed once more and smiled. Tell yourself to get the past out of your head before speaking.

“Where is my ring?”

fin.