Requested by AlexaVeil. Hope you enjoy! I'd also like to give a shout out to Yavanna80 because she's the biggest Hawkeye fan I know.

You were the latest recruit to the Avengers team. You got along well with all of them but not as much as you did with Clint. The two of you were almost inseparable since the moment you first met. As well as you got along with each other, there was just one area of conflict...

...

One of the Avengers favourite pastimes was playing videogames. There was one game that they all played (or at least tried to) that Clint was lording over everyone. One day, Tony decided to look at the scoreboard.

"Hey Hawkeye, looks like you're not number one anymore!"

"What?!" He rushed in and saw that his score had been bumped down to number two.

"Aren't those the new girl's initials?" Tony smirked.

"Y/N!" Clint yelled, running to go find you.

"Y/N, you and me, go time, now!" he demanded when he found you.

"Not tonight babe, I have a headache," you sassed.

"You! You beat my high score!" he pointed.

"Oh, that? Yeah, I totally did that."

"I demand a rematch!"

"Clint, you and I have never played together."

"That changes right now!" Clint grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the living room. He set up the game and put the controller in your hands. You started playing against him, giving him a run for his money but in the end, you lost.

"Yeah! In your face!"

"Huh. Looks like you're still the best," you shrugged.

"Wait a minute... did you go easy on me?"

"What? Pfft! N-no..."

"You did! We go again, only this time we raise the steaks." You raised an eyebrow.

"You have my attention."

"Loser buys winner lunch."

"You're on Barton!"

...

This continued on for the next few weeks. Your scores rose at a steady pace, only pacing each other by a point each. When you versed each other, it usually ended with one of you buying either lunch or dinner to the victor. The more time you spent with him, the more you could feel yourself falling for him. One afternoon, you found Clint playing on the couch.

"Hey, Y/N. Our usual bet?" he asked, holding up the spare controller. You bit your lip and plugged it in.

"Actually, how about we up the ante?"

"How so?"

"Winner gets to choose a prize from the loser."

"What kind of prize?" he asked.

"It can be anything from one of their positions to something totally humiliating." He raised an eyebrow.

"What? Scared you'll lose, Barton?"

"Heck no!" He restarted the game and to began playing. Clint tried hard but in the end he lost by a single point.

"Yes!" you yelled, throwing hands up.

"Let's just get this over with," he sighed.

"Hm... let me think..." you smirked. You could've sworn you saw worry flash across his face.

"Close your eyes for a minute..." Clint did as you asked. You took a deep breath in and straddled his lap. Clint flinched slightly at the contact but his eyes remained closed. You perched his glasses on top of his head and pressed your lips to his. He was shocked at first but just as you were about to pull away you felt him kiss back. Clint deepened the kiss by placing one of his hands on the back of your neck while his other hand rested on the small of your back. You melted into it and placed your hands on the sides of his face. Eventually you had to break for air and you broke apart.

"What was that about?" he asked.

"The winner gets to choose a prize from the loser. I chose a kiss," you smirked.

"In that case, I'm glad I lost," he grinned, pulling you in for another kiss. When you broke away again, he asked you to be his girlfriend which you happily agreed to.