Party Companion (Clint x reader)

    You lie back on your bed and stare up at the ceiling. You have your “I’m sexy and I know it” outfit on. You’ve applied your makeup perfectly. Your hair is nice but will still look good with some activity. You even got new comfortable shoes that still look super cute. So what is it that has you so bummed? No one to go out with.

    You have zero party friends. All you want to do is go out to a bar, have some drinks, and dance the night away, laughing and smiling the whole time. Your lack of friends really puts a damper on this plan. You don’t want to go to a bar all alone. Sure, Tony has parties all the time but they’re not the same as going out. So here’s your dilemma. You have no girlfriends available for the night. Actually, you have no girlfriends period. Natasha is your only friend and she’s busy tonight. So who can you call?

    “Cliiiint~” You sing as you skip into the lounge.

    “Yeah?” He raises a brow but doesn’t turn away from the television.

    “Whacha wearin’?”

    “Uhm.” He takes a quick glance at himself. “Dark jeans and a grey shirt and that jacket you gave me.” He knows you love when he wears it. The first time he put that jacket on was a week after you gifted it to him. You spent the whole day following him around and cooing how well it fit him. Needless to say, he wears it whenever he knows you’ll be around.

    “Hm.”

    He can feel your breath against his neck as you hum. He tenses, glancing sideways at you as you lean in close from behind the couch. Your eyes are closed. You are so close that he can smell the sweet scent of your perfume.

    “Perfect.” Your eyes snap open and you smile, straightening back up. You skip around the couch and grab hold of his hands. “Up, up. You’re going out with me.”

    “What?” Clint doesn’t fight you pulling him to his feet, or complain when you turn the tv off halfway through the movie he’s been wanting to watch for a month. He’s too distracted by the sight of you.

    Now that you stand in front of him, Clint can behold that which is (f&l/n). He’s never seen you dressed up like this before. In fact, he is so busy beholding that he doesn’t even realize you’ve dragged him out of the tower until the cool night breeze hits his face.

    “Wait, where are we going?” He asks, now realizing that what you’re wearing is for going out. Plus, being outside was a big hint.

    “To a bar.” You quickly reply, waving a taxi.

    “For what?” He provides resistance as you try to tug him into the car.

    You place your hands on his shoulders to emphasize the importance of what you need to say.

    “To drink. To dance. To have fun.” You tug his hand again and this time he follows. “Besides, you’re the only person I could think of that would be fun to go out with.”

    Clint grins to himself at this. He likes that he’s who came to mind when you wanted to have fun.

    It’s not long until you and Clint arrive to your desired bar. You’ve only been there a handful of times but it has quickly become your new favorite spot. The people are friendly and there’s a live band in the place on Saturdays. It’s not too big and has a comfortable atmosphere.

    “How about a shot each to start the night?” You ask as you trot straight to the bar and wave the bartender over.

    “Sure- Shit. I don’t have my wallet.” Clint curses as he feels around his pockets. He left it on the coffee table on the lounge.

    “Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” You place your purse on the counter and hand the bartender your card so he can open a tab.

    “I’m sorry.” Clint groans, giving you a pitiful look.

    “You can get it next time.” You giggle at his expression.

    “Next time?”

    “Yeah. Next time. If you prove to be a good outing companion.”

    He scoffs. “Of course I am.”

    “Yeah, yeah. We'll see about that. Now drink!” You hold a shot out to him.

    On the silent count of three, the two of you toss your drinks back. You let out a small hiss as the alcohol stings on its way down your throat.

    “Woo.” You sit for a moment as you let the drink settle in you. “One more.”

    Two hours later you stand on the small stage next to the singer, moving your hips with the song. The singer chuckles halfway through the song when you playfully bump him with your hip. At the end, everyone applauds and a few men whistle.

    “Give it up to this lovely lady here!” The singer exclaims, motioning to you. Again there is another wave of cheers.

    You linger on the stage a moment, soaking in the smiling faces in the crowd. Clint notices the singer is about to talk to you. He opens his mouth to make a move.

    “(f/n)!” Clint interrupts, swooping in with a hand around your waist as he leads you off stage, not sending the man so much as a glance. “You were great up there. I think the band’s gonna have to hire you for all their shows.” You giggle at his comment. “I didn’t know you danced.”

    “I’m terrible, I know.” You huff, still wearing a grin.

    “I didn’t say that. You’re actually really good.”

    You smile to yourself and stare at the ground. “Thank you.”

    “Why don’t you ever dance?”

    “It’s so embarrassing. But when I drink, I can’t keep still. All I want is something to move to. Nat’s the only one I know who’s seen me dance.”

    “And now me.”

    “Oh gawd. That’s so embarrassing.” You hide you face in your hands.

    Clint lets out a low chuckle. He leans in close to your ear.

    “I think it’s pretty sexy.” His breathy voice brushes your cheek.

    “Are you trying to woo me with your charm?” You ask as you raise a brow.

    “Maybe. Is it working?” He steps back and smiles at you.

    “Clint, you started working your charms on me a long time ago.” You toss your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss.