Summary: As a senior in college, you kept your nose clean and never partied. You were at the top of your class, set to graduate with honors summa cum laude; unlike Clint Barton. In an effort to get a passing grade and graduate, he asked for your help. What could possibly go wrong? Word Count: 907 Warnings: Language, fluff, possible smut, heavy angst [I’m sorry] Author’s Note: I shouldn’t be this excited about how much angst there is. Something is wrong with me. GIF Credit [X]
Alternate happy ending? Please? Pretty please with Avengers on top? If not, next one’s gotta be uber smutty and fluffy to make up for the agony of making us love this Clint so much (especially so soon after I became a convert….. *bribey stare of not so hidden hope*)
I can handle super smutty and fluffy. I just have to break your heart first.
This. All of this. I know I said I was a Clint convert and couldn’t wait for the next story, but jeepers creepers…. all these feels on my first full fic? This is literally the first time I’ve followed a story since the first instalment went up (I’ve always found out about em later or dropped out halfway through), and this happens…. I apologise to all readers for having jinxed the story and promise I will try to do better in future!
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