You and Clint are expert marksmen, but Loki wants to stir up trouble and put you at odds with each other. You hate to be shown up, and Loki knows this. Let's see what happens when he purposely messes up your shot.

"There's no way you could have a better shot than me," Clint scoffs. He looses another arrow hitting the target dead center.

"Wanna bet?" I throw a knife while still looking at him, it hits the bullseye of my target.

"Lucky throw," he remarks, "but you could never show me up with a bow."

"Oh really," I grab a spare bow from the rack, testing it to make sure it's the right strength.

"Oh this I have to see," Loki says leaning against the back wall.

"Can it Green Bean," Clint barks at him, before addressing me, "alright rooky, let's see what you got."

"What's going on in here?" Nat asks, peeking her head in.

"They're having a contest to see who has the better shot," Loki answers.

"Nice," she steps into the hall for a sec then comes back in and stands beside Loki, "Steve and Barnes are coming, they wanna see how this ends."

I roll my eyes.

"Ten shots each, highest combined number wins," Clint says grabbing his arrow.

The door bursts open with Barnes and Steve both breathless.

"Seriously?" I deadpan.

"Hell yeah no way we were missing Clint getting his ass whooped," Steve says joining the others.

"Actually I wanted to watch you get smoked," Barnes laughs.

"Fuck you too Barnes," I say turning back to the targets.

"Right back at ya bud."

I love the guy but he's a dumbass sometimes.

"Ladies first," Clint says with a sarcastic bow.

"Yeah that's why I'm waiting for you to go," I smirk at him as he gives me one of his 'really bitch?' looks.

"Oh you gonna just let her talk to you like that?" Loki laughs.

"Shut it," Clint snaps at him.

He huffs before aiming at the target and loosing his arrow. It hits the red ring marked 7.

"Hm not starting off so hot are we Hawkeye?" I mock him.

"Oh shut up and shoot," he huffs.

I aim and hit the outer yellow circle marked nine.

I smirk as I turn back to him.

"Try not to take the loss to hard."

"Getting cocky never helped anyone," Clint says firing another arrow, hitting the same ring of did.

We keep going until we're at our final shots.

Clint shoots and gets another ten.

As long as I get a 8 or more I win, a 7 we tie and a 6 or less I lose.

I aim, take a deep breath, and release the arrow.

I feel like I can see it in slow motion, headed right for the 8 ring.

Yes.

Wait a second.

Something green shiners along it, knocking it off course. Its heading for the 6 now.

What?!
No!

It hits and everything comes back to speed.

"Oh," Clint laughs, "maybe next time rooky."

I turn to Loki who grins mischievously.

"You little bitch! You fucked up my shot!"

"Oh don't blame him," Clint wraps an arm around my shoulders, "just admit it. You're not as great a shot as you thought you were."

I shove him off.

"No!" I shout, "this little failed abortion fucked up my shot."(I'm sorry Loki😭😭😭😭)

"Woah," Nat says, "that was too far, y/n."

Loki's face drops.

"You know out of everything you all call me," he points to nothing in particular, "I think that one actually hurt."

He leaves the room without another word.

"Ok I know you get pissy when you lose," Clint says, "but you didn't have to be a complete dick."

"I didn't lose," I say putting the bow up, "he fucked up my shot."

I leave and head to my room.

I slam my door closed and sit on my bed.

"Stupid asshole," I murmur.

Hours pass, the sun set a while ago, and I still haven't left my room.

There's a knock at my door as I lay staring at the ceiling.

"Go away."

The door opens and someone walks in.

"I said go away," I sit up and find Clint closing the door.

"Hey rooky," he says gently.

"The fuck do you want?" I groan.

"Loki told me that he did mess with your shot," he looks down at his feet.

"So you're not here to gloat," I say sarcastically, "what a surprise."

"Look I'm sorry," he sits in the edge of my bed, "I just like messing with you. But can I ask you something?"

"Go for it."

He turns to look at me

"Why do you get so pissed off when you lose at something?"

I sigh.

"When I was a kid, I was always told I wouldn't be able to do anything, that I was stupid, and that my brothers would always be better than me and every way, and they made sure I knew it. They always messed up everything I did or took credit for things that I did right. My parents loved them. Me? Not so much."

"That's fucked up."

"Yeah. I was the disappointment. My brothers would bully me in school too, calling me names, shoving me in the halls, and I was too much of a fucking coward to do anything about it. So I grew up and I learned how to defend myself, how to stop people from hurting me."

"That's good," tilts his head trying to get me to look at him, but I don't.

"Yeah until I sent one of my brothers to the hospital," I say with a smirk, "he kept picking on me, kept poking at me until I finally snapped and nearly clawed out his eyes."

His eyes go wide.

"After that anytime someone messed up something I did, or bested me at something, it made me think of my brothers," I wring my hands, "Loki pissed me off and I snapped."

"Hey," he puts an hand in my shoulder, "everyone has something that triggers them, an some people have a harder time dealing with it."

I finally looked up at him, his gaze meeting mine.

We sit in silence for a moment.

He leans in suddenly, his lips connecting with mine. I pull away in shock.

"Sorry," he looks down, "I shouldn't have done that. Um I - I'll let you sleep."

He stands and swiftly heads to his room across from mine.

I stare blankly at the door several moments after he's left. Why did he leave? Why did I want him to stay?

I stay on my bed, thinking, for a good twenty minutes.

I make up my mind.

I get to my feet and head across the hall. Hesitantly, I pause in front of his door. I pull myself together and knock.

It takes a few seconds but he finally opens the door.

"Y/n?" He stands in the doorway, not even a foot away from me.

I don't say anything, I just look up at him.

He breaks eye contact, looking down.

"Look I'm sorry about the kiss. I wasn't thinking and I just-"

I cut him off by pulling him by his collar and kissing him.

He's shocked at first but responds quickly, moving his lips with mine and asking for entrance with his tongue.

We pull away breathless.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to kiss you like that," he says, his forehead against mine.

His hands are on my hips as he pulls me into his room. He pushes me against the door as his lips smash against mine.

He swallows my moans as his tongue explores my mouth. He lifts me by my thighs and presses his hard groin against mine throbbing core.

I try to lift his shirt but my mind goes a thousand miles a minute and can't find the hem.

He pulls away for my lips both of us catching our breath.

"Oh fuck it."

I test apart the fabric of the shirt and throw it somewhere in the room as he crashes his lips to mine again. I run my hand along his skin, clawing at his back as he rocks his hips into my mines.

He carries me away from the door, sitting me down on his desk as he trails his lips down my neck. He tears off my shirt, exposing my breast as he lowers his mouth to my chest. His tongue plays with one of my hardened nipples as he pinches the other, giving way to a breathy moan from me.

His hands go to the thin fabric of my shorts, hooking his finger underage hem and tugging a bit.

I raise my hips so he can pull them off. He waists no time to attack my throbbing clit, licking and sucking as his fingers tease my slick entrance.

He inserts two fingers, moving them quickly.

"Fuck," I moan clenching around his fingers.

He growls against me, sending a wave of pleasure through my whole body. He continues his work, turning me into a moaning mess. The knot in my stomach is almost unbearable.

"Don't you dare," he pulls away from my bud, looking at me with a smirk before diving back in.

I try to hold back the orgasm that tried to rip through me.

"Clint," I whimper, my fingers pulling at his hair, "I can't."

"You will," he growls, "or I'll make you have four more for disobeying."

I bite my lip, trying to focus on not letting go.

He keeps going.

This bastard. He's not gonna stop.

I still tryna hold it in, but I can't anymore.

"Clint!" I moan loudly as my orgasm crashes into me.

He laps op my juices as I come down from my high.

He kisses up my stomach and chest to my lips making me taste myself.

"You taste amazing," he pulls away and removes his sweat pants, his erection presenting itself proudly.

He comes back to me, his member teasing my entrance.

"Alright rooky, let's see what you got," he slams his length into me, a scream of pleasure erupting from me.

"Fuck you're tight," he groans, stilling inside me, "fucking shit."

He only stays still for a few seconds before pulling all the way out and slamming back into me.

"Fuck you feel so good," he moans, repeating his actions again as I throw my head back.

I claw at his back and clench around him making him growl against neck.

He starts pounding into me mercilessly, our moans and groans mixing to create a beautiful symphony. The desk moves beneath us as his thrusts become faster and faster.

I feel the knot in my stomach again.

"Fuck!" I moan, "I'm close!"

He slows his thrusts just a bit but makes them go deeper drilling that special spot that threatens to push me over the edge again. He snakes his hand between us, really being my clit harshly and he continues to drill into me. I bite my lip to keep from screaming as I'm overwhelmed with pleasure.

"That's it rookie," he grunts, I clench around him again, "just like that.

His thrusts become sloppy and he rubs my bud harder.

"Clint!"

"Fuck," he throws his head back.

I can't hold back anymore as I release on him, clenching as I see stars.

He follows after a few more thrusts, coating my walls. He rides out both of our highs before pulling out, making me whimper at the loss.

He picks me up and puts me down on his bed. He lays down next to me, both of us catching our breath.

"That was amazing," I sigh as my eyes drift closed.

"Don't you dare go to sleep."

My eyes shoot back open.

"You didn't follow orders rookie," he hovers above me, spreading my knees apart, "you have three more to go."

His hard member presses into my core again.

"Shit." My eyes go wide.

He flashes a devilish smirk as he sheaths himself in me again, my back arching as I whimper from over stimulation.

I'm not gonna be able to walk in the morning.

____________________________

2040 words