The sound of wails could be heard from the halls of Y/N's apartment, they were loud, abrupt and annoying. Well, in Y/N's opinion anyway, but she couldn't really blame the poor man for his reasons.

Y/N and Clint were sitting on Y/N's bed in a totally non erotic way as Clint sat on the bed looking like a wounded puppy that you would hug and repeatedly pat. Y/N was on beside him with her eyes very focused on the man's right hand as it lightly shook in her careful and wary fingers.

"It hurts."

"So does my head."

"Oh my what happened!?."

"Your voice."

"Well now my feelings are hurt."

Y/N rolled her eyes at the sad Clint as he took his unwounded hand to his heart placing it there like it would heal him. She poked her tongue out of the side of her mouth as she focused with a pair of intricate tweezers in her hands. She paused as she moved his hand around making sure he wouldn't whine anymore until she finally looked up at Clint.

"Okay, I'm going in." Y/N warned as she peered down at his tense hand hearing a small hiss of pain from Clint as he pouted his hand still shaking. Y/N huffed in surprise at the archers childishness as she peered at the entry wound.

Of a splinter.

"What were you doing anyway?" Y/N asked as she applied a little bit of pressure to the area of the splinter the dark piece of wood visible through a couple of layers of skin. Clint paused for a minute almost embarrassed by the story even though he knew Y/N would eventually get it out of him either way.

"I fell after I thought pranking Wanda would be fun." Clint quickly blurted out remembering Wanda and Sam laughing at Clint as he was inches from a face plant mere minutes ago.

Y/N let out a small laugh a smile gracing her face as she started digging for the splinter which caused Clint to cry out in pure agony, "NO NO NO NO NO STOP!" Clint blurted out causing Y/N to jump back in surprise and raise her hands in a shocked surrender as Clint pulled his hand to his chest and rubbed it soothingly with watery eyes.

"That hurt!" Clint pouted, "Just get it out of me!" 

Y/N huffed rolling her eyes as she yanked Clint's hand back from his tight wary grip before almost warningly glaring up at Clint watching as his pout grew bigger and bigger till he reminded Y/N of a five-year-old. She grabbed the tweezers and Clint's hand tightly causing Clint's eyes to bulge.

"Don't move, don't talk, don't everything." Y/N explained watching as Clint slowly nodded cautiously, as Y/N slowly dug into the splinter again.

"My life is over!

Life was great!

I didn't even get to fill Sam's car with hawks!

My life is flashing before me!"

Slap.

A large dramatic gasp left Clint's lips as he clutched his cheek and watched as the tired and frustrated Y/N dangled the tweezers with a small piece of wood in Clint's face causing his jaw to drop. Y/N didn't over think the slap she sent Clint as she placed the tweezers on her bedside table and peered back at Clint.

"You. Did. Not. Just. Do. That." Clint slowly said causing Y/N to get up from her bed with hunched shoulders as she gestured to the open door waiting for Steve to get out so she could go back to her nap after pulling an all nighter.

"I. Just. Did... Now leave." Y/N further asked gesturing to the door again waiting for Clint to get up but she instead received puppy eyes from Clint which immediately entranced her.

"Can you cuddle with me? I went through a traumatic experience." Clint asked with a small frown as he raised his hands like a child ready to receive a hug from Y/N, she let out a long sigh as she closed the door and peered at Clint as he continued to rub his injured hand.

"As long as I get to nap."