"It's so wild to think about. Like, I'm just a guy, just a divorced old dad and these people look up to me? Kate looked up to me so much that she trained to become an archer. I don't think she does anymore now that she knows me but... it's better that way. It's good that she knows I'm fallible now. That way we can be partners. But yeah, it was a bit of a mindfuck to find out."
He's never looked into fanfiction of himself and he doesn't plan to, but that's wild to him too. "Did you read it?" He asks, morbidly curious to know. "You don't have to tell me." He won't look for it either since that would be crossing a line between them. Daisy is a real person and not just some character in a show.
She makes a mental note to ask more about Kate later. If they're partners, that means she's someone important to Clint, and that makes her someone important to Daisy. And look at her, jumping ahead again when they've only just met. She really has to stop that...
"No, I absolutely did not," she assured him with a firm shake of her head. "Apparently, there was a lot of shipping going on with people I've never even met, so while I'm oddly kind of flattered, big no thanks."
"Okay, but. Now we've gotta look to see if there's some of us together." He wasn't going to but now he's dying of curiousity. They've never met or worked together previously, so he wonders what kinds of shenanigans these writers may have come up with. He pulls out his phone, an amused look on his face, and then opens google. He's never read or written fanfic before, so he doesn't know the first place to look for it.
Typing in 'Clint Barton Daisy Johnson fanfic', he steps closer to Daisy so that she can see it too. A whole website comes up and Clint is honestly surprised. "Okay, what?" he says. He hovers over the link, unsure as to whether or not he should click it.
Daisy hates how curious she suddenly is too, but she loves how Clint just pulls out his phone and starts googling. There's something in it that calls to her, like to like, and she leans in a little closer to get a look at the screen. Her jaw drops at the top result.
"No," she protests, her shock almost comical. "No no no. Don't—"
She raises her hand, pointing at him with the hand still wrapped around her drink, but then she laughs because it's so damn ridiculous, she can't help it. "Okay, okay, click it," she instructs him, covering her eyes and then peeking out through her fingers.
Clint hesitates for a moment, knowing that he absolutely will not click it if she doesn't want him to. The she says yes, and Clint presses the link. He doesn't know what to expect, but the page opens to a pretty sophisticated website that actually looks very organized. It's so fucking weird. He holds his phone out so that they can both see the screen and kind of just scrolls through the results.
"This is... a lot." There are sixteen fanfics tagged with them as a couple, and they've never even interacted before. That just tells him that if they see each other again - even though he's really hoping it's more of a when - and word gets out, these results will expand exponentially. "They have you with Nat and Tony too," he laughs. "And me with Steve? Wow. He's way out of my league." Daisy is also absolutely out of his league, but he can't help but chuckle at what he's seeing.
Oh no. Oh no, she knows this site. There are so many things on that site that she's refused to read, though she's absolutely scrolled through search results out of morbid curiosity. But with these stories about them when there might actually be a them — it takes on a whole new level of weird.
"Apparently the ship name for me and Romanoff is Quack," she shares, both amused and exacerbated by this information. "I was told not to look at it because it gets a little steamy, which I did not need to know, but when Billy gets excited, there's no stopping him. He fanboyed hard when I showed up after my vigilante stint, despite the fact we'd known each other for three years already."
"Quack, hm?" Clint laughs. He closes out the page since it's not like he's actually going to read any of this. He figures if they want to keep seeing each other, the reality of their relationship will be better than anything a stranger might come up with. "What would we be? QuakeEye, Hake? Quawk is too much like Quack," he grins.
They're closer now than they had been before; Clint can feel the warmth of her body now that the air has cooled. He slips his arm around her waist and says, "is this okay?" He doesn't want to make Daisy feel uncomfortable, but it feels like things are going very well. He's more than willing to take it slow though, if that's what she wants. Maybe it makes sense, to build something before jumping right into it, for once.
His attempts at creative names leaves her chuckling not because they're funny, but because they're so bad. QuakeEye? If that's the name they get stuck with, she's going to be so mad. Quake had grown on her, but QuakeEye never would.
This is probably faster than they should be going. The healthier approach would probably be to have a few dates before taking any steps like this, but... That's not Daisy's style either, especially not when he's already been vetted by Coulson. With anyone else, she would be battling a million trust issues, but she has nothing but reasons to trust the man beside her. It makes it easier to embrace the possibilities without being completely terrified of opening herself up to someone else.
"Yeah, it's okay," she says softly, glad they're not that different in height so she doesn't have to crane her neck back to meet his gaze. With a smirk, she adds, "So long as you stop trying to come up with ship names for us."
"They're pretty bad, aren't they?" Clint agrees. He picks his beer back up only to find that he's drank all over it. Shrugging, he sets the bottle aside and drops his hand to her hip. He's still not making any real moves, just establishing closeness at this point. "I'm sure that the public will come up with something worse than anything I can come up with." It'll probably be something like Claisy and have nothing to do with their alter egos.
"So, we've established that we don't like fancy bars, and that neither of us really likes spending time out in the public. So, if we were to have a second date, what would you want to do? It's only fair that you plan it, you know, since I came up with this idea," he teases. He knows full well that he'd barely come up with anything, just conveniently had a rooftop garden to use and beers in the fridge.
She sets her empty drink beside his before turning more into the embrace, fully facing him now. Her hands move to rest on his upper arms, her thumbs gently tracing the muscles she can feel beneath his shirt. It feels right to be this close to him, and she's sure that should scare her — but it doesn't.
"Well," she says, drawing the word out while tilting her head to the side in exaggerated consideration, "I think maybe a movie night. Not actually going to a theater, but getting takeout and watching something at my place or yours. I love going to the movies, don't get me wrong, but I'd much rather see what kind of commentary you can come up with."
Hopefully, he's not someone who would never dare talk during a movie.
When Daisy turns toward him, Clint's other hand comes up to circle her other hip, hands loose and casual, but still keeping her close. He wants badly to kiss her, but he's going to wait. As good as things are going right now, it would be so easy to mess them up. He leans his back against the railing instead, and grins at her.
"You got more plans tonight?" he asks. "Because if not, we can have that second date right now." He's been thinking ab out getting a projector for movie nights on the roof, but he hasn't yet, so they'll have to make do with his tv and couch. If she wants to stay, at least.
For just a moment, Daisy tries to talk sense into herself. Going right into the 'second date' has to be a bad idea. She should make up an excuse to end the evening and give herself time to sort out... something. Emotions and the like. Right? But the moment passes and she doesn't want that time. What she wants is to live in this moment and embrace it fully, because she knows all too well how precious time can be for people like them.
"I'm all yours, Hawkguy," she assures him, wondering if she means that in more ways than one. Sliding her hands up to his shoulders, she hesitates briefly and then smiles expectantly. "But if we're ending our first date, don't you think you should kiss me goodnight before we start the second?"
It's a surprise to him when Daisy agrees. She wants to keep spending time together, and Clint is feeling pretty good about how the night is going. He's told her things that he's never told any of his other dates before, but she gets it. She knows what it's like to be targeted, to have to fight. She gets it more than anyone else would, so he feels comfortable with what he's shared with her so far.
"All mine, hmm?" he teases. Clint brings his hands around and links them at the small of her back. "I guess you should probably sample the goods, make sure that a second date is a good idea," he teases, but then immediately leans in to press his lips to hers.
The kiss isn't necessarily chaste, but he does keep it sweet and simple. Daisy's lips are soft, and she tastes like the beer they'd been drinking, but that's not something that bothers Clint at all. He pulls away and smiles at her, "so, we good to keep dating, or do you need another sample?"
When Daisy wants something, she's all in, and with each passing minute, she's finding that what she wants is Clint Barton. She wants the way she feels safe with him, not only physically but emotionally. She wants the intimacy of having someone who understands and won't judge you for the things you're not proud of. She wants what FitzSimmons have, and as crazy as it sounds, she thinks she might be able to find that with this man she's just met but has known for a decade.
"It never hurts to be sure," she murmurs with her own smile before hooking a hand around the back of his neck and rising up on her toes to meet him. The second kiss is definitely not chaste — she makes it very clear that she's interested while she drinks in the warmth and taste of him. His pulse has sped up a little; she can feel it matching her own and she never wants to forget how it dances across her senses.
Clint isn't quite ready for their second kiss, but he gets with the program pretty quickly. He kisses Daisy back, opening his mouth to her and drawing her in. It's really good, and it feels so natural to kiss her. Not for the first time tonight, Clint thinks that Coulson was probably right, that he should be thinking about finding someone to settle down with again. He's starting to hope that person might be Daisy.
They don't part right away, instead kissing each other on his little rooftop, faces lit up by the New York lights above them. Clint brings his hands up her back, wanting to touch her everywhere that he can reach. When they finally do part, Clint doesn't pull back too far. "Well, I'm convinced. Looking forward to the goodnight kiss after our second date now."
This part of the getting-to-know-you process is easy. There's no question that they click, no doubt that this part of the relationship might not work. She loses herself in the feel of him, the weight of his hands on her body, the curves of his mouth, the vibration that is uniquely him. All of it is slowly committed to memory as the seconds tick by.
She can't but laugh, her voice a little thicker from the effect he's had on her. "Has anyone ever told you you're kind of a dork?" Said with warm affection, of course, as her hands frame his jaw. "I guess it's probably part of the whole dad package."
"What? No, no one's ever said that to me." It's a lie, clearly, from the small smile on his face while he says it. "But really, I think becoming a dad just gave me an excuse to embrace it. I've always been a bit dorky. I mean, who chooses archery as a passion?" he laughs.
They're still so close though, and Daisy has been pretty clear already about what she wants, so he leans in again. Their mouths connect again, but there's nothing hesitant about this kiss. Clint tips Daisy's head back so that he can lick into her mouth, presses their bodies together. It's fine if they don't go any further than this, tonight, but he likes knowing that she wants him just as much as he wants her.
Daisy would never openly acknowledge it, but dorks are kind of her thing. Given all the pain and betrayal she's suffered over the years, she's found herself gravitating toward people who make her feel safe, and no one makes her feel safer than Coulson, who is the king of dorks in her life. So for Clint to have even the slightest hint of dork in his personality elevates him higher in her estimation.
She leans into that kiss, one hand combing fingers through his short hair while her other arm wraps around his back, anchoring him to her. A delicious fire kindles within her and she realizes she'd forgotten what it feels like to be at the start of something. The newness, the excitement, the way everything sparks with passion. She doesn't want to let go, as evidenced by the quiet moan that fills the space between them.
Clint hears that soft noise and it just makes him kiss her more. Finally, when he needs to break away so that he can breathe. "Daisy," he murmurs, lips still pressed against hers. "I want to keep kissing you, but we really should head inside." There's no reason not to keep kissing once they're inside, after all. Inside is an ideal location for kissing and anything else kissing might lead to.
It's also where the couch and the movie are, if that's what they end up doing. It's probably the better idea of the two since Clint tends to fuck things up when he moves too fast. It's just hard to think that way since he really does feel a connection with Daisy and none of this has felt like it's moving too fast.
"Inside, nice comfy couch, more cold beers, you know the drill."
It physically aches to put distance between them, but moving inside really is a better idea than continuing things out here. A couch sounds much more comfortable than the seating or floor of the rooftop, and if things continue on this trajectory, she'd rather be comfortable. So she leans back enough to look up into his eyes, their breath still mingling, and nods her agreement.
"Yeah, inside sounds good," she says softly before leaning back in for another kiss, her body drawn to his like a gravitational pull. But it only lasts a second before she steps back, her hands sliding down his arms to take his hands and tug him toward the door. "C'mon, you."
Clint doesn't like separating either, but he does recognize its importance. Just because he's more than willing to continue things out here on the roof doesn't mean that she's into a bit of minor exhibitionism. Besides, usually he plans for something like that and has more comfortable outdoor furniture set up for the possibility. Before he even entertains that idea with Daisy, they need to talk more.
He doesn't think that's going to happen though, because Daisy kisses him again and then leads him inside. He closes the door behind them. His place is pretty small, so the couch is basically right there but Clint isn't entirely sure what he should do, so he hesitates. "Beer, or...?"
Clint might be surprised by what she would consider or enjoy. She used to live in a van, after all — privacy is a matter of perspective in that situation. It's been a decade since her more adventurous days, but it's been more a lack of opportunity rather than a lack of willingness.
Biting her lower lip, she takes a moment to seriously consider the two options before her. Tumble onto the couch and continue what they'd started, or take a break to catch their breath and reorient themselves. She knows she should do the latter, be smart and make doubly sure this isn't something she'll regret...
"Screw it," she decides aloud, grabbing the collar of his shirt to tug him back down to her for another needy kiss.
Clint isn't sure if he's surprised or not when Daisy pulls him back in. He knows he would have reacted the exact same way if given those options. With that, he lets himself be pulled forward and gets his hands right back where they'd been when they were outside: on her slim hips.
He walks them toward the couch, still kissing her. Once his quads hit the cushions, Clint falls back onto it, pulling Daisy with him. He buries his hand in her hair once they settle there, only pulls back to say, "I'm following your lead here, sweetheart, so tell me if we go too far."
God, she loves that he says that. She hadn't doubted for a second that he would stop when she said to, but there's something so deeply comforting about him actually providing that assurance. It makes her feel even more certain that this is right. This is okay.
"I will, don't worry," she assures him in turn before claiming his lips again. In smooth motions, she shifts her position on the couch, not losing hold of him while she lifts herself up to swing a leg over his and straddle his lap. Once she has free movement of her arms, she shrugs out of her leather jacket, tossing it toward the floor in... some direction. It doesn't matter where when her hands are already back on him, her fingers locating the top button of his shirt and getting to work.
They’re both adults and they’ve both established that this is what they want. Clint isn’t going to question it anymore. Daisy is more than capable of stopping him if she wants to, and he knows that he’s not pressuring her for anything that she doesn’t want to give. Clint reaches to help her with her jacket with that in mind.
He doesn’t let himself get too distracted by the removal of clothes though, diving right back into their kiss. Once his shirt is unbuttoned, he shrugs out of it, also not caring at all where it ends up. He drops his hand from her hair and brings it down to her shirt, tugging at the hem. His other hand drops down to her ass, resting there for a moment while they kiss. Daisy has a really nice ass.
Honestly, Clint could keep kissing Daisy all night without moving on from this, but if this does become a thing, which he hopes it will, they’ll have plenty of time to make out.
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He's never looked into fanfiction of himself and he doesn't plan to, but that's wild to him too. "Did you read it?" He asks, morbidly curious to know. "You don't have to tell me." He won't look for it either since that would be crossing a line between them. Daisy is a real person and not just some character in a show.
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"No, I absolutely did not," she assured him with a firm shake of her head. "Apparently, there was a lot of shipping going on with people I've never even met, so while I'm oddly kind of flattered, big no thanks."
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Typing in 'Clint Barton Daisy Johnson fanfic', he steps closer to Daisy so that she can see it too. A whole website comes up and Clint is honestly surprised. "Okay, what?" he says. He hovers over the link, unsure as to whether or not he should click it.
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"No," she protests, her shock almost comical. "No no no. Don't—"
She raises her hand, pointing at him with the hand still wrapped around her drink, but then she laughs because it's so damn ridiculous, she can't help it. "Okay, okay, click it," she instructs him, covering her eyes and then peeking out through her fingers.
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"This is... a lot." There are sixteen fanfics tagged with them as a couple, and they've never even interacted before. That just tells him that if they see each other again - even though he's really hoping it's more of a when - and word gets out, these results will expand exponentially. "They have you with Nat and Tony too," he laughs. "And me with Steve? Wow. He's way out of my league." Daisy is also absolutely out of his league, but he can't help but chuckle at what he's seeing.
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"Apparently the ship name for me and Romanoff is Quack," she shares, both amused and exacerbated by this information. "I was told not to look at it because it gets a little steamy, which I did not need to know, but when Billy gets excited, there's no stopping him. He fanboyed hard when I showed up after my vigilante stint, despite the fact we'd known each other for three years already."
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They're closer now than they had been before; Clint can feel the warmth of her body now that the air has cooled. He slips his arm around her waist and says, "is this okay?" He doesn't want to make Daisy feel uncomfortable, but it feels like things are going very well. He's more than willing to take it slow though, if that's what she wants. Maybe it makes sense, to build something before jumping right into it, for once.
That's just really not Clint's style.
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This is probably faster than they should be going. The healthier approach would probably be to have a few dates before taking any steps like this, but... That's not Daisy's style either, especially not when he's already been vetted by Coulson. With anyone else, she would be battling a million trust issues, but she has nothing but reasons to trust the man beside her. It makes it easier to embrace the possibilities without being completely terrified of opening herself up to someone else.
"Yeah, it's okay," she says softly, glad they're not that different in height so she doesn't have to crane her neck back to meet his gaze. With a smirk, she adds, "So long as you stop trying to come up with ship names for us."
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"So, we've established that we don't like fancy bars, and that neither of us really likes spending time out in the public. So, if we were to have a second date, what would you want to do? It's only fair that you plan it, you know, since I came up with this idea," he teases. He knows full well that he'd barely come up with anything, just conveniently had a rooftop garden to use and beers in the fridge.
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"Well," she says, drawing the word out while tilting her head to the side in exaggerated consideration, "I think maybe a movie night. Not actually going to a theater, but getting takeout and watching something at my place or yours. I love going to the movies, don't get me wrong, but I'd much rather see what kind of commentary you can come up with."
Hopefully, he's not someone who would never dare talk during a movie.
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"You got more plans tonight?" he asks. "Because if not, we can have that second date right now." He's been thinking ab out getting a projector for movie nights on the roof, but he hasn't yet, so they'll have to make do with his tv and couch. If she wants to stay, at least.
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"I'm all yours, Hawkguy," she assures him, wondering if she means that in more ways than one. Sliding her hands up to his shoulders, she hesitates briefly and then smiles expectantly. "But if we're ending our first date, don't you think you should kiss me goodnight before we start the second?"
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"All mine, hmm?" he teases. Clint brings his hands around and links them at the small of her back. "I guess you should probably sample the goods, make sure that a second date is a good idea," he teases, but then immediately leans in to press his lips to hers.
The kiss isn't necessarily chaste, but he does keep it sweet and simple. Daisy's lips are soft, and she tastes like the beer they'd been drinking, but that's not something that bothers Clint at all. He pulls away and smiles at her, "so, we good to keep dating, or do you need another sample?"
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"It never hurts to be sure," she murmurs with her own smile before hooking a hand around the back of his neck and rising up on her toes to meet him. The second kiss is definitely not chaste — she makes it very clear that she's interested while she drinks in the warmth and taste of him. His pulse has sped up a little; she can feel it matching her own and she never wants to forget how it dances across her senses.
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They don't part right away, instead kissing each other on his little rooftop, faces lit up by the New York lights above them. Clint brings his hands up her back, wanting to touch her everywhere that he can reach. When they finally do part, Clint doesn't pull back too far. "Well, I'm convinced. Looking forward to the goodnight kiss after our second date now."
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She can't but laugh, her voice a little thicker from the effect he's had on her. "Has anyone ever told you you're kind of a dork?" Said with warm affection, of course, as her hands frame his jaw. "I guess it's probably part of the whole dad package."
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They're still so close though, and Daisy has been pretty clear already about what she wants, so he leans in again. Their mouths connect again, but there's nothing hesitant about this kiss. Clint tips Daisy's head back so that he can lick into her mouth, presses their bodies together. It's fine if they don't go any further than this, tonight, but he likes knowing that she wants him just as much as he wants her.
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She leans into that kiss, one hand combing fingers through his short hair while her other arm wraps around his back, anchoring him to her. A delicious fire kindles within her and she realizes she'd forgotten what it feels like to be at the start of something. The newness, the excitement, the way everything sparks with passion. She doesn't want to let go, as evidenced by the quiet moan that fills the space between them.
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It's also where the couch and the movie are, if that's what they end up doing. It's probably the better idea of the two since Clint tends to fuck things up when he moves too fast. It's just hard to think that way since he really does feel a connection with Daisy and none of this has felt like it's moving too fast.
"Inside, nice comfy couch, more cold beers, you know the drill."
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"Yeah, inside sounds good," she says softly before leaning back in for another kiss, her body drawn to his like a gravitational pull. But it only lasts a second before she steps back, her hands sliding down his arms to take his hands and tug him toward the door. "C'mon, you."
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He doesn't think that's going to happen though, because Daisy kisses him again and then leads him inside. He closes the door behind them. His place is pretty small, so the couch is basically right there but Clint isn't entirely sure what he should do, so he hesitates. "Beer, or...?"
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Biting her lower lip, she takes a moment to seriously consider the two options before her. Tumble onto the couch and continue what they'd started, or take a break to catch their breath and reorient themselves. She knows she should do the latter, be smart and make doubly sure this isn't something she'll regret...
"Screw it," she decides aloud, grabbing the collar of his shirt to tug him back down to her for another needy kiss.
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He walks them toward the couch, still kissing her. Once his quads hit the cushions, Clint falls back onto it, pulling Daisy with him. He buries his hand in her hair once they settle there, only pulls back to say, "I'm following your lead here, sweetheart, so tell me if we go too far."
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"I will, don't worry," she assures him in turn before claiming his lips again. In smooth motions, she shifts her position on the couch, not losing hold of him while she lifts herself up to swing a leg over his and straddle his lap. Once she has free movement of her arms, she shrugs out of her leather jacket, tossing it toward the floor in... some direction. It doesn't matter where when her hands are already back on him, her fingers locating the top button of his shirt and getting to work.
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He doesn’t let himself get too distracted by the removal of clothes though, diving right back into their kiss. Once his shirt is unbuttoned, he shrugs out of it, also not caring at all where it ends up. He drops his hand from her hair and brings it down to her shirt, tugging at the hem. His other hand drops down to her ass, resting there for a moment while they kiss. Daisy has a really nice ass.
Honestly, Clint could keep kissing Daisy all night without moving on from this, but if this does become a thing, which he hopes it will, they’ll have plenty of time to make out.
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