A silver arrow had been on the inside of your wrist for as long as you could remember - your soulmate tattoo. Everyone in the world had one, and you'd been luckily blessed with one so beautiful, but you couldn't for the life of you figure out who matched with you. Who would be the puzzle piece that slotted perfectly into your life, that hopefully you could love as you'd been destined to.

- - -

"Shit," you muttered, having seen that there was no ice cream left. Sure, there had been an alien attack mere days ago, but did people really have to buy all the ice cream?

Needing to host a party and also cater to your three-AM needs, the situation had put you in quite the dilemma.

"Frustrated?" you heard a voice say next to you.

"Yeah it's completely illogical," you replied, turning to the stranger next to you, who was ... wow. Really attractive.

Something about just the way he radiated confidence and personality had you looking for a few moments technically necessary, though you pull your gaze away to fervently sweep the frozen bins in the supermarket again.

"I know, I mean, I don't think they're going to come back," the man said, folding his arms as he stared at the extraordinary lack of food.

"Me either. I just wanted ice cream." You pouted, making him laugh.

"I'm Y/N, by the way, Y/N/N if you want."

"Clint."

"Oh, you're that Hawkeye guy," you said casually, his features and name finally registering with the hero broadcasts currently dominating the news. "That's cool."

"You know, most people are shocked when they figure out who I am," Clint said, sounding somewhat disappointed.

"I'm not most people," you shot back, patting his cheek as you walked past him, taking the final hidden little container of y/f/i/c (your favourite ice cream).

"Damn," he whispered. Then, he caught your hand. "Holy shit."

"Holy shit what?" you turned around.

"Can I see your wrist?"

"Um, sure?" At least he asked.

He grabbed it and puts it next to his own. Two arrows, two wrists, two matching halves.

"Oh my God, my soulmate's an Avenger."

"Oh my God, my soulmate's really hot."

You and Clint both spoke at the same time. You laughed at him, though the comment made you pretty happy.

"Thanks, Clint."

"Hey, Y/N/N," he caught your hand as you turned to pay for your food. "Can I meet you later?"

You grinned. "Sure thing, Birdboy. Text me."

You stole his phone out of his fingers, quickly swiping into his contacts and inputting your name. Once that was done, you turned to walk away, giving a cheeky wave over your shoulder.

"Wow." Clint whispered again.

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