"Hey, has anyone seen Y/N?" Steve asked as he scanned the room for you. Everyone shook their heads. You knew they didn't know it, but you could hear them from where you were. "Not since the debriefing this morning," Natasha's voice carried up to you. You felt the tears beginning to form again. You had seriously messed up that mission. Because of you, Bruce had "gone green" accidentally and civilians were injured. You were seriously doubting your ability to do your job.

As soon as Fury finished with his debriefing, that was mostly him scolding you, you retreated to the one place in the Tower where you could be alone. Your flexibility and agility made it possible for you to crawl around in the vents. Whenever you were upset, you hid in the vents. No one ever knew you were there, or so you thought. "Hell of a place to hide, don't you think?" You looked over your shoulder. Clint was on his stomach, a smirk on his face. He crawled forward so he was laying next to you.

"I'm not gonna ask if you're okay. Look, we all make mistakes," he said softly. You cocked your head to look at him. "No. When Wanda messes up, it's a mistake but, according to Fury, when I mess up, it's a catastrophe. Not that I'm blaming Wanda, of course." You smiled for the first time since the mission. In all honesty, you saw Wanda as a younger sister or daughter just like Clint did. Clint nudged you with his shoulder. "Y/N, look, why don't we go to my room and watch a movie? You need to stop dwelling on this. We could invite Wanda."

You glanced at the archer. You really wanted to spend some more time alone with Clint, but you nodded anyway. Clint smiled at you and began scooting back and crawling ahead of you so you could follow him to his room. Once there, Clint sent Wanda a text and got the movie set up. His phone went off a second later and then yours did. You didn't see what Clint's said, but yours read: Enjoy your alone time ;)

You chuckled softly as Clint said, "Looks like it's just us today." You nodded and sat on the bed next to Clint. The movie started, but you weren't really invested in it. You were too focused on the warm feeling of Clint's arm around you. After a few minutes, Clint broke the tense silence. "This movie sucks. Let's do something else." You put your finger on your chin as if contemplating something. You smiled before you got up from the bed. A confused Clint did the same. You took a step toward him and he to you.

Before he could do anything else, you booped his nose and jumped up into the still open grate of the vent. Clint's eyebrows scrunched together, unsure of what to do. You poked your head out of the vent. "You're it!" you cried and scurried back in before Clint could catch you. You heard him laugh and start to follow you. It was childish and silly, but you didn't care. You were beginning to feel better.

After some time, you thought you lost Clint, so you dropped into your room, carefully closing the grate as you did so. Luckily for you, your grate was right above your bed. You dropped down and laid back, your head hitting your fluffy pillows. You sighed in content, feeling happy for the first time that day. It didn't last long.

You'd just closed your eyes in an effort to nap when you heard him. "You know, you shouldn't be so obvious," his voice came from above you. Your eyes snapped open and there was Clint. He slowly slid out of the vent and onto your bed with you. You giggled until you noticed just how close he was. "Clint," you started, but you were cut off by his lips. You immediately kissed back. It wasn't a hurried or overly passionate kiss. It was soft and slow. The kind of kiss given when someone wants you to know exactly how they feel about you.

When you parted, Clint looked at you adoringly. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he whispered. You smiled at him. In truth, you had wanted to kiss him too. You hadn't really cared for him at first, but after a while, he grew on you and when you saw how paternal he was with Wanda, you practically melted. "Do you feel better?" he asked you. You shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe we should try again," you said with a coy smile. Clint leaned in and connected your lips once more.

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