Ice Skating (Avengers x Reader) Clint's Ending

"Whoa there, Birdbrain," you said, grinning as you scrambled to stand up.

Natasha smirked as she skated by, and you gave her the evil eye. Nat was the only one who knew about your crush on Clint.

"And here I was thinking that you were a great skater," Clint joked, rubbing the elbow he had hit on the ice.

"Oh please," you scoffed. "I may not be Michelle Kwan, but I-" You stopped when you saw Clint's confused face. "Michelle Kwan?" you said incredulously. "Most dedicated U.S. Olympic figure skater ever? Nothing?" Clint just stared at you blankly.

"Anyways," you continued, sighing at Clint's ignorance, "I could beat you in a race any day."

Clint raised an eyebrow. "Well, (Y/N), I guess we'll just have to find out." He flashed a devilish grin and skated over to one end of the rink. You quickly followed.

Once you got to where Clint was standing he started to explain the rules.

"Alright," he said. "First one to three laps wins. And if you can manage to knock over Stark in the process, even better," you smirked at that.

"So what do I get when I win?" you asked. Clint playfully punched you in the arm.

"Well, when I win," he said, exaggerating the I, "you have to…" Clint tapped his chin, pretending to think. "Aha!" he exclaimed, his face lighting up with a new idea.

You groaned. "Clint I swear to God you had better not make me try to prank Nat again. I still have that scar on my thigh from the ice cream incident."

"No," he responded. "It's much worse. If I win, you have to kiss the Avenger of my choice."

"You're on, Birdbrain," you announced. "But when I win, you have to kiss…" a brilliant and equally horrible idea came to your mind. "You have to kiss Coulson!"

Clint looked completely dismayed. "You want me to what now?!?" he exclaimed.

"You heard me, Birdbrain," you replied. "You'd better not lose! Are you ready?" You asked, getting into a good starting position. Clint followed suit, getting ready right beside you. Clint started to count down.

"Three… two…" Clint took off, getting a good ten foot head start. 

You raced after him, trying desperately to catch up. As you rounded the first corner, you gained on him by a foot or two. The rest of the lap you stayed about the same distance apart. On the second lap, you managed to inch your way up even closer to Clint. He was still leading, but you knew you could catch up by the third lap. 

As you rounded the corner to begin your final lap, you had a golden opportunity. Clint had looked behind himself and slowed for a split second, which was all you needed. You pulled out in front and remained in first for just the next stretch before Clint cut the corner and got in first again.

"Cheater!" you yelled after him. It was no use. You gave one final burst of speed, and miscalculated the direction you were headed in. You let out a squeal as you stumbled and fell on top of Clint, the both of you sliding just enough to cross the 'finish line'.

"I think… I won…" Clint panted, slightly out of breath. You laughed. At this point, there was no arguing with the stubborn archer.

"Alright, Birdbrain," you said in defeat. "Who do I have to kiss?"

Clint looked around the best he could, considering you were still practically on top of him. He finally seemed to come to a conclusion.

"Me," Clint said simply. You stared at him in shock for a moment, and before you could reply, he pulled you into a kiss.

It was sweet and soft and gentle, and everything you expected. Clint's defined arms wrapped around your waist, and he pulled you even closer to him. When you couldn't go any longer without air, he pulled away, looking slightly sheepish. You stared back at him, still a little dumbfounded.

"(Y/N)?" he asked hesitantly, searching your (E/C) eyes for some sort of response.

"Oh my God Clint, just kiss me again," you said breathily. Just as you were about to kiss, someone whistled. You looked up, expecting to see a smirking Tony. Instead, you saw Natasha, her arms crossed and a pleased grin on her face.

"It was about time, you two," she smirked. "The extreme sexual tension between you was getting to be just plain annoying."

And with that she skated away, leaving the both of you laying on the ice, completely bewildered by the fact that anyone had noticed anything of the sort at all.

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Extended Ending:

"You just have to, Clint!" you exclaimed. It was a week later and you and your new boyfriend were in the hub, on your way to a debriefing. 

"No!" he argued yet again. "I told you, I won that race fair and square."

You smirked at his unease. "No you didn't, Birdbrain. Even if you had come in first, which you didn't, you also cheated. So now you have to kiss Coulson!" you giggled at the very thought of it.

Clint let out an exasperated sigh as you reached the doors of the debriefing room. "Alright, (Y/N), I'll do it." He rolled his eyes as you both swiped your badges to gain access to the room.

"You'll do great, Birdbrain," you patted him encouragingly on the back as you entered the large conference room. Coulson stood at the front, pulling up the files from your latest recon mission on his tablet.

Clint walked over to Coulson and quickly pecked him on the lips. 

You burst out laughing at their expressions. Both men's faces turned instantly red, and Coulson looked back and forth between the two of you, utterly confused.

"Well, Sir," Clint cleared his throat awkwardly. "Shall we start the debriefing?"

Coulson nodded curtly, a look of bewilderment still obvious on his reddened face.