Agent Clint Barton slumped his way up the stairs to his apartment, feeling sore and tired from the long day of trying to figure things out at the SHIELD helicarrier. The Avengers have disbanded for now and he took a leave of absence for about a week or so to try to get his head screwed on straight.

Clint groans slightly as he sits down on his queen-sized bed and turns on the lamp on the nightstand only a few inches away from him. The light shines bright on a picture of a beautiful brunette on the table. Clint had not been able to see Veronica in what seemed like months when it had really only been a couple weeks. He then pulled out his cell phone and began dialing her number—he has had it memorized since the day she gave it to him.

“Hello?” A sweet, feminine voice says through the phone.

“It’s Clint. I’m back,” he almost grunts.

“Oh,” she answers. “I’ll be right over.” The line goes dead.

About twenty minutes later, there is a knock at the door. Clint slides his feet against the carpet and leans against the wall as he unlocks and opens the door. “Hey,” he whispers. His deep brown eyes look up into Veronica’s brilliant green orbs.

Veronica puts her hand over her mouth. “Oh, my God! Are you okay? You look terrible!”

“Nice to see you too,” Clint chuckles, pain rattling through his ribs with each movement.

She puts her hands on her hips. “Well, what do you expect me to say? You look like you just got hit by a bus!”

“Trust me; it was much worse than that.” He stands up straight and shows her in. Hawkeye returns to his spot on the bed.

In the light now, Veronica can really see all the bruises and scrapes on Clint’s body. “Let me get the first aid kit,” she says, going to the kitchen.

“That’s really not necessary,” he calls after her. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. If I don’t clean you up, you’re going to get an infection.” Veronica rolls her eyes at the same ol’ stubborn Clint Barton that she has known since they were sixteen. They have always had feelings for each other but have always been busy or in a relationship when the timing seemed right.

She grabs the kit and walks back over to Clint. “Here we are.” She opens up the metal box and pulls out a clean cloth and some rubbing alcohol. “This is going to sting a little bit,” says softly.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” he says, laughing a little bit but then a coughing spell erupts from his lungs. He covers his mouth with his fist. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, Clint. You’ve been through hell. I saw what you did on TV. You were incredible! Best I have ever seen!” She smiles brightly at him.

“Thanks, it was really nothing.”

Veronica grabs Clint’s chin, forcing him to look her in the eye. “You listen to be Clinton Barton, it was not nothing. It was brave and brilliant and just… incredible.” Tears form in her eyes. She is not really sure why.

Clint studies her face, taking in the pattern of her pores, the design of greens and brunettes in her eyes and the curve of her lips. She is perfect. Clint goes for it. He grabs her face and kisses her aggressively. They hold steady. Their tongues wrestle against one another, memorizing the trail of bumps and lines.

Veronica then releases, shocked at what just happened. This is wrong, she thinks. But it feels so right. She wants to badly to let it all go and just be with the man she loves. She is speechless.

“I’m sorry,” Clint repeats. He hangs his head, embarrassed and ashamed.

“Don’t be,” she smirks. She then jumps on Clint, pushing him to lie on his back so she can straddle him. Veronica takes off her shirt and then bends down, and whispers, “Don’t ever be sorry,” into Clint’s ear. She can then feel her friend’s package grow as blood flow increases at her actions.

“Fine then,” Clint shrugs. He then grabs her sides flipping her onto her back so he is on top of her. She lets out a loud laugh at the movement.

Veronica helps Clint peel off his shirt and she then unbuckles his belt. She grabs his bulge and kisses Hawkeye softly. She slides her hands over his perfectly toned chest, physically observing the dips and curves of his body. She then flips him back over onto his back—a constant struggle to be in control, just like their entire relationship. But she wants to do something for him. She pulls down his boxers and puts her mouth on his member.

“Gugh!” Clint gasps at the feeling over Veronica’s tongue and lips on his length.

Veronica continues to suckle on Clint in an up and down motion until he is gasping and sputtering in satisfaction. He body seems to collapse. She kisses the tip of his member and then moves away. She takes off her bra and pants and straddles Clint once again. This time she gasps at the entry of her lover’s length into her heat.

Clint flips Veronica over—wanting to be in charge now after she took control just a couple minutes ago. He grips the sheets on either side of Veronica for support and begins pumping into her as fast and as aggressively as he can—like a real man would. He wants so desperately to prove he is a man. Sex is one way to do that.

“Augh!” Veronica groans. She has a pained look on her face.

Clint slows down, stopping. “Am I hurting you?” He looks at her with his deep brown puppy dog eyes.

Her green gems stare deep into his soul. She cups his cheek in her hand, brushing his soft skin with her thumb. “Just a little,” she giggles.

Clint nods, assuring that he will take things a little slower. He decides to take much more slowly than he would have ever dreamed. With each smooth thrust, he feels Veronica contract with him. He can hear their heart beats. His skin is on fire compared to Veronica’s cool body.

Veronica asymmetrically wraps her arms around Clint and rests them on his sweating back. As she gets closer to her orgasm, her nails dig into his back but that only makes him push deeper and slower into her, making everything fuzzy and more intense.

The world around them freezes for a moment. Clint forgets all about Loki, the Chitauri and even Hawkeye himself. Veronica clears her troubles at the hospital, her dying mother and her abusive ex-boyfriend from her memory. Both just think about each other and the memories they have shared. Veronica has always loved Clint. Clint has always loved Veronica. It was just a matter of time before this happened.

Veronica squeezes her eyes shut as she begins to make high-pitched yelps. He back arches, pushing her breasts against Clint’s rock-hard pecks. Clint’s breathing grows shallow and he continues to let out grunts. With one final thrust, they both reach their climax simultaneously.

They freeze in their positions; Veronica clinging to Clint and him still gripping the bed sheets. Mouth gaping open, Veronica slowing settles herself back down on the bed and Clint rolls over and lies on his back next to her, panting.

Veronica watches the movement of Clint’s chest; up high and then down low. She waits until his breathing has normalized before she snuggles her naked body up against his. She lays her hand across his abdomen and he wraps his arm around her shoulders, holding her close to him. Clint kisses the top of her head and smiles, feeling on top of the world despite all the shit he just went through. Veronica can always do that to him.

“Clint?” Veronica asks.

“Yeah?” He answers.

“I love you.” She bites her lip, fearful of his response.

“I love you, too,” he says, squeezing her even tighter.

Notes

So as the description states, this was requested by blasttyrant. Thank you so much for suggesting this! I had a great time writing it! I hope you all enjoyed this! There's plenty more where that came from! :D