You tried everything you could to change the man's mind, but it was a futile attempt. You only had a week to make him change his mind but it seemed to be going far from well. Your love for him was never ending, however sometimes were also very willing to strangle the life out of him. He was infuriating sometimes, actually most of the time.

This was a usual event that happened this time every year. It almost became tradition. You'd sit on one sofa, losing the will to live, whilst Clint sat next to you with his signature scowl on his face.

"Come on," you groaned. "Just us. Just the two of us. I'll cook dinner. Buy a cake. Pretty much a normal day just with cake and balloons."

You weren't sure why he was being so troublesome about the whole thing, it wasn't as though you were trying to force him to throw a huge soiree for the team and everyone else you knew. He also made a fuss about his birthday. Neither of you enjoyed a lot of socialising, but originally you thought it may be nice just to have a small dinner with some of your closest friends to celebrate. Clint had different ideas.

It had gotten to the point that you agree to just make dinner for the two of you. Something completely inconspicuous, just for the two of you. It didn't feel right to just brush over the day as though it was nothing special.

"You know how I feel about birthdays," he said bitterly. It was as though the world alone burned him to even say.

You held your head in your hands, gritting your teeth. It was the only way that you could contain your anger without throttling the idiotic man, that for some reason you fell in love with.

"Yeah I know," you sighed. "You hate any form of happiness."

He narrowed his eyes at you, moving to rest his hands onto his knees as he leaned closer to you.

"I don't know why you're making such a fuss. It's just the anniversary of my birth, it honestly doesn't matter to me, or anyone," he shrugged.

"It matters to me. I love you. And I just want you to be happy and forgetting your birthday isn't how you do that," you frowned.

He gave you a weak smile.

"I will be fine without my birthday. It'd make me happy to not have any fuss. Just lie in bed all day, that'd be perfect," he stated.

You glared at him. "You are becoming a grumpy old man."

He chuckled at your comment.

"Love, who are you kidding? I was born a grumpy old man."

Due to his comment, you felt the rightful need to throw a pillow from the sofa at him.

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Written by Charlotte

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