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[#075] Coming Home (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Theme Prompt: 075: Hearth & Home
Title: Coming Home
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating/Warnings: T+, Alternate Universe
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 777 words
Summary: Clint comes home.
Tired, sweaty, and sore, Clint Barton walked down the hall towards his apartment door. He wanted to kiss his woman, pet his dog, take a shower, eat some food, and fall into bed . . . pretty much in that order. The rest of the world could wait until after he’d gotten a straight eight hours of sleep. Blinking, he paused in the middle of the hallway. Come to think of it, the world could wait twenty-four hours. When he woke up in the morning, he wanted to barricade himself inside with Darcy and Lucky for a full day.
“We need a vacation,” he muttered as he continued towards the apartment. “Let the Fantastic Four or someone else save the city tomorrow.”
Spicy scents of marinara and pepperoni hit his nose as soon as he stepped through the door. His stomach rumbled and he closed his eyes, fighting not to moan at the thought of homemade pizza. Maybe he should put the food before the shower? Sure, he stank of blood and sweat and well, not tears, but that had been a close one.
“Not the point.”
Barking erupted and he heard his dog scrambling to run into the room. Eyes opening, he crouched just in time to catch Lucky’s happy form before he crashed into Clint’s legs. “Hey, boy,” he chuckled. “Did you miss me?”
“He’s not the only one.”
Hands doing their best to pet his dog – and keep him out of his face – Clint looked up and smiled. There she stood, the woman he’d somehow convinced to take him on. Dark hair tumbled around a gorgeous face, made all the better by the smirk hovering over her full lips. His gaze swept over her, taking in the sweatpants and bare feet, highlighted with purple toenails. Oh, yeah, he loved this woman. Then his eyebrows rose as he took in her loose t-shirt. “Is that my shirt?”
“Probably,” Darcy grinned. “But are you complaining?”
“Oh, hell no.”
She laughed as he pushed himself to his full height and strode over to pull her into a deep, intense kiss. If he could figure out how to pour his thoughts and feelings into the contact, he would do it. Anything so she could know how much it meant to find her waiting here . . . in their home. He drank her in, letting his exhaustion and soreness fall away before the taste of her mouth and the feel of her arms around him.
It took a couple of minutes, but Darcy finally pulled back. “You need a shower,” she teased, wrinkling her nose. “I love you, Bird Brain, but you stink.”
“Yeah, I know.” He scratched at the back of his jaw. “I was thinking that as I walked in.” Making a face, he stepped back. “I can at least say I didn’t end up in a dumpster like Steve, but it still happened in an alley.” A thought hit him, and he gave a small huff of laughter. “Had one of the survivors giving Tony all kinds of fits about her cats until he promised to go get them. He went back into one of the burning buildings to grab her two Siamese cats. Talk about some pissed off felines.”
That got him a quick grin. “Now I’ve got an image of his suit covered in cat scratches,” she admitted. “Anybody get pictures?”
“JARVIS might have,” he considered. “The rest of us were busy dodging the flying monkeys.”
“I’m tempted to make a Wizard of Oz quip here.” A flicker of disquiet sparked in her gaze as she scanned him. “Any injuries I don’t see?”
“Few scrapes.” He shook his head. “Didn’t even need a bandage this time.”
“But you couldn’t escape the band-aids?” One finger reached up to tap the bridge of his nose.
“Wouldn’t be me if I could.”
“Probably true,” she agreed. “And since I didn’t get a call from Medical, I’m going to call this one a complete win.”
“Sometimes I don’t know why you keep me,” Clint admitted. “Pretty sure you could do better.”
“Hey.” Darcy reached out to brush her fingers through his hair. They trailed down so she could cup his cheek. “You know better than that.” Her free hand settled on top of Lucky’s head. “We’ll always be here for you.”
Leaning into her touch, he lifted his own hand to pull her into a thankful kiss. “And thank God for that.”
Title: Coming Home
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating/Warnings: T+, Alternate Universe
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 777 words
Summary: Clint comes home.
Tired, sweaty, and sore, Clint Barton walked down the hall towards his apartment door. He wanted to kiss his woman, pet his dog, take a shower, eat some food, and fall into bed . . . pretty much in that order. The rest of the world could wait until after he’d gotten a straight eight hours of sleep. Blinking, he paused in the middle of the hallway. Come to think of it, the world could wait twenty-four hours. When he woke up in the morning, he wanted to barricade himself inside with Darcy and Lucky for a full day.
“We need a vacation,” he muttered as he continued towards the apartment. “Let the Fantastic Four or someone else save the city tomorrow.”
Spicy scents of marinara and pepperoni hit his nose as soon as he stepped through the door. His stomach rumbled and he closed his eyes, fighting not to moan at the thought of homemade pizza. Maybe he should put the food before the shower? Sure, he stank of blood and sweat and well, not tears, but that had been a close one.
“Not the point.”
Barking erupted and he heard his dog scrambling to run into the room. Eyes opening, he crouched just in time to catch Lucky’s happy form before he crashed into Clint’s legs. “Hey, boy,” he chuckled. “Did you miss me?”
“He’s not the only one.”
Hands doing their best to pet his dog – and keep him out of his face – Clint looked up and smiled. There she stood, the woman he’d somehow convinced to take him on. Dark hair tumbled around a gorgeous face, made all the better by the smirk hovering over her full lips. His gaze swept over her, taking in the sweatpants and bare feet, highlighted with purple toenails. Oh, yeah, he loved this woman. Then his eyebrows rose as he took in her loose t-shirt. “Is that my shirt?”
“Probably,” Darcy grinned. “But are you complaining?”
“Oh, hell no.”
She laughed as he pushed himself to his full height and strode over to pull her into a deep, intense kiss. If he could figure out how to pour his thoughts and feelings into the contact, he would do it. Anything so she could know how much it meant to find her waiting here . . . in their home. He drank her in, letting his exhaustion and soreness fall away before the taste of her mouth and the feel of her arms around him.
It took a couple of minutes, but Darcy finally pulled back. “You need a shower,” she teased, wrinkling her nose. “I love you, Bird Brain, but you stink.”
“Yeah, I know.” He scratched at the back of his jaw. “I was thinking that as I walked in.” Making a face, he stepped back. “I can at least say I didn’t end up in a dumpster like Steve, but it still happened in an alley.” A thought hit him, and he gave a small huff of laughter. “Had one of the survivors giving Tony all kinds of fits about her cats until he promised to go get them. He went back into one of the burning buildings to grab her two Siamese cats. Talk about some pissed off felines.”
That got him a quick grin. “Now I’ve got an image of his suit covered in cat scratches,” she admitted. “Anybody get pictures?”
“JARVIS might have,” he considered. “The rest of us were busy dodging the flying monkeys.”
“I’m tempted to make a Wizard of Oz quip here.” A flicker of disquiet sparked in her gaze as she scanned him. “Any injuries I don’t see?”
“Few scrapes.” He shook his head. “Didn’t even need a bandage this time.”
“But you couldn’t escape the band-aids?” One finger reached up to tap the bridge of his nose.
“Wouldn’t be me if I could.”
“Probably true,” she agreed. “And since I didn’t get a call from Medical, I’m going to call this one a complete win.”
“Sometimes I don’t know why you keep me,” Clint admitted. “Pretty sure you could do better.”
“Hey.” Darcy reached out to brush her fingers through his hair. They trailed down so she could cup his cheek. “You know better than that.” Her free hand settled on top of Lucky’s head. “We’ll always be here for you.”
Leaning into her touch, he lifted his own hand to pull her into a thankful kiss. “And thank God for that.”
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