Sometimes you honestly questioned why you were married to Clint. Granted you loved him with all of your heart but he could be a complete and utter twat, which was a name he lived up to most days. A few days ago, someone had broken into the Avengers tower and although Tony was certain that nothing was wrong with JARVIS' system, everyone agreed that it would be for the best if you alternated turns keeping watch just to make sure. Clint being the idiot he was had been on watch last night and seen as Steve and Natasha had gone on a mission, he had now taken the two subsequent nights that were originally theirs.

To keep on watch it meant he hadn't slept. Although it wasn't your turn to take over watch you knew it was for the best that you went to allow him off of the duty otherwise he may die from sleep deprivation.

Grabbing your gun, for protection whilst on watch you headed up to where Clint had formed his nest. As you walked through the door it looked as though both of you were taken by surprise, just for different reasons.

Clint hadn't been expecting you and had assumed you were an intruder in his sleep deprived state, whilst you were taken back by the arrow that collided with your shoulder. You wobbled on your feet as pain overthrew you.

"Y/N?" He shouted groggily.

It was quite lucky that he was half asleep otherwise you would have likely have been dead.

"Did you just shoot me? What is wrong with you?!" You screeched, a mixture of annoyance with him and the pain you felt.

He jumped up from his seat. "If it makes you feel any better, I didn't do it on purpose," he smiled awkwardly.

"No! It does not, in fact, make me feel any better!"

You looked at your shoulder and saw arrow sticking out of you, with a small amount of blood seeping into the surrounding fabric of your shirt.

Clint approached you apprehensively reaching out a hand to steady you.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I was coming to tell you to go to bed because you are too tired to do this job, and I think you bloody well proved it."

He apologised to you looking at the wound and telling you that it was probably best to get you down to the lab as Bruce and Tony had learnt how to handle arrow wounds as it wasn't the first nor would it be the last time that Clint had accidentally shot someone.

"Once this arrow is out of me, and I beat the crap out of you, you are going to bed you complete and utter arse," you said through gritted teeth.

"Whatever you say Love."

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Written by Charlotte.