Hey ya'll, so this chapter I'd like to inform you if I could rate chapters individually, this one would be an M. This is my first time writing really graphic mature content, and if you don't like reading that kind of stuff, I'd skip this chapter, just so you know. If you decide to stay and continue to read, that's your choice, but don't freak out at me and say I didn't warn you.

Disclaimer: I only own Maggie.

It hurt to look at Maggie. She was sweating, breathing heavily, her hands were shaking, and she was on the floor, her knees had given in on her. Clint walked across the room holding a Gatorade, Avery- the leader assigned to train Maggie was still barking orders at her until Clint cleared his throat. "Back off man." Clint ordered.

"Hawkeye, I was assigned to-"

"To help her get ready for Alaska, well, what good is she to me in Alaska if she can barely move she hurts so much?" Clint asked. "Take fifteen." he told the trainer who hesitated but after Clint shot him a look relented and left the room. Maggie coughed, and Clint picked up a black plastic trash bin and put it down in front of her. He sat down on the bench behind her and she leaned over the bin, he moved the hair from her face that had come out of her ponytail away from her face. It was slick with sweat and stuck to his fingers, but he held it as she puked into the trash bin. He rubbed her back gently with his other hand, and she coughed before looking up at him with tears in her eyes. "You're okay." he said softly.

He unscrewed the cap on the Gatorade, and she took it from him, starting to chug the bottle, before she stopped herself. She put it back down and cleared her throat before breathing deeply a few times, and then taking a sip of the sports drink. Clint watched as she showed more control then he had seen in someone who wasn't an active agent as she sipped the drink, then put the cap back on. She sighed and leaned against his legs, resting her head against his knees. "Thanks." she croaked and he leaned down, pressing his lips against her forehead.

"I can have them call it a day if you want." he offered and she sighed before shaking her head.

"I've only got another hour." she told him. "I can do it."

"You can hardly stand."

"And we leave in two days, I need to be ready." she replied. "Just let me rest for a few minutes, and then I'll be ready." he nodded as she shut her eyes.

That night after she had gone through training, and after she had been fitted for a winter wardrobe SHIELD would be providing, she was driven back to Stark Tower. Rather than going to her room Clint was pleased when she knocked on his door. He opened the door and she smiled wearily at him. She had taken a shower and was wearing some new clothes, but he could tell she was worn out. He let her into the room and she sat down on his bed. "How're you feeling?" he asked and she sighed.

"Tired, little sore." she admitted.

"Have you eaten?" he asked and she nodded.

"I just wanted to come see you and go to bed." she told him. "I feel like I haven't really- I just want to say thank you, and I understand why you pushed me away when you did." She sighed, but then smiled. "I don't hold it against you." He smiled gently before he walked over to the bed and pulled out his desk chair, he slid the chair over in front of her and sat down in it so close her knees were trapped between his. He put one hand on her thigh and used the other to guide her face towards his so he could kiss her. She leaned into the kiss, putting her hands on his shoulders, opening her mouth slightly, inviting him to deepen the kiss, which he readily did. He ran his tongue over hers eliciting a small moan from her, the sound of which did nothing but help how excited he was getting. He finally pulled away from her; she opened her eyes a moment later and looked at him with confusion as he stood up.

"We should-" he was cut off by her standing up, pressing her body against his and catching his lips with hers. He was unsure for a moment about what to do with his hands before she took them, guiding one hand to her chest and the other to her hip. He seemed hesitant which made Maggie stop and look at him through her eyelashes.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

"You're sure you want to try this again?" he asked softly. "You and me?"

"I never wanted to stop it." she told him and he gave her a small half smile before he leaned back in, taking charge of the situation, kissing her a little more forcefully. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he ran his hands down her body, and then leaned down and grabbed her thighs, he lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around his hips and he carried her to the bed, before laying her down, him laying above her, supporting his weight on one arm, while the other hand was sliding down her chest. He paused at the hem of her shirt, before sliding his hand under the shirt, sliding it up as he slid his hand up her body. She gasped into his lips as his fingers brushed over her small breasts, arching instinctively into his touch. Clint pressed one of his knees between her thighs and held it there as he pulled back from her lips.

She looked at him as he slipped her shirt off, she sat up slightly, helping him pull it over her head, before he pulled his own shirt off. He let out a soft sigh as she reached out, running her hands up his arms, and then down his chest, her finger tips brushing over scars and his lightly colored chest hair, he shut his eyes as one finger gently followed the line of hair going from directly under his belly button, leading to below his waistline. He was breathing deeply as she unbuttoned his jeans, and then he quickly leaned down over her again and caught her lips with his. His lips moved from her mouth, to her jaw, gently nipping at her jaw line before moving his lips and attention south.

His knee pressed up between her thighs making her groan softly as his hands moved behind her back and he expertly unbuckled her bra. She slipped it off of her arms and moaned as one hand cupped her left breast, while his lips made due with the right. His thumb circled her gently, while his tongue did the same, causing her to gasp out, he could feel her pressing against his knee, rocking her hips, trying desperately for any type of satisfaction, making him put his hands on her hips, stopping her. She looked at him with a small frown as he held her hips still, and then slowly brought one hand up, and continued his attack on her other breast.

When she couldn't take it anymore and started moving against his knee again he started to plant slow, wet kisses down her body again, pausing as he unzipped and unbuttoned her pants. He moved his knee, and hooked his thumbs through the belt loops in her pants, sliding them down, pausing at her knees to slip the boots she was wearing off, and then removing the pants the rest of the way. He slid her socks off, settling himself between her legs before he started to kiss up her leg, she gasped at his few day old facial hair rubbing against her thigh, before he hooked his thumbs under her panties. He slipped them off unceremoniously, and resumed his attack on her thighs, kissing everywhere but between her legs.

"Clint." she moaned and he looked up at her, making eye contact. "Clint, I need to tell you, it's been... I- I haven't... Not since you." she finally managed to tell him as he breathed on her, puffing hot air over her.

"Neither have I." he told her before dipping his face, his tongue made contact before his lips did, making her moan deeply. his hands slid up her thighs, but he pulled away a moment later, she looked down at him as he jumped up quickly and moved across the room to where a wide throw pillow was sitting on a couch. He picked it up and carried it back to the bed, she had moved the pillows around behind her quickly while he came back, making herself a little more comfortable. "Lift your hips." he instructed and she did, allowing him to put the pillow under them. He moved it slightly when she lowered her hips and he looked up at her. "Comfy?" he asked and she nodded making him grin. "Good." he said before taking one leg and putting it over his shoulder as he leaned down and resumed what he had been doing. She moaned, his tongue swiped over her clit softly, before rubbing circles around it, one of his calloused fingers slipped into her, sliding in and out while he continued his oral attack, her hips lifting and moving along to what he was doing to her. The only sounds in the room were of heavy breathing, and her gasping his name.

For once Clint thanked god Tony had given him an entire floor of Stark Tower, he could only imagine how embarrassed Maggie would be if they were say right down the hall from the living room where everyone hung out around this time while deciding what to get for dinner. He smirked as he continued what he was doing, before slipping his finger out of her. He quickly traded places with his hand, his thumb now swiping circles around her clit, pressing into it, rubbing against it while his tongue took up what his finger had been doing, nose deep in the most intimate action Clint could think of, he couldn't think of anywhere else he's rather be. After a minute or two he changed back, this time slipping a second finger into her, it wasn't long before she came apart around him, gasping and moaning his name, clenching up around his fingers, he almost came himself from the feeling of her pulsing around them.

He moved back up her body, and after a moment when she remembered how to move she put her hands on the side of his face, pulling him into a kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth. He groaned pressing his hips into hers as she ran her tongue over his, before pulling back. "Do you have anything?" she asked softly and he opened his eyes.

"Fuck." he whispered.

"I mean if you don't-"

"I'll be right back." he said as he grabbed a tee shirt and pulled it on.

"Clint-"

"Two minutes." he promised her before leaving the room. Two minutes later he returned and she looked at him curiously as he nodded.

"Where did you go?"

"Matt." he told her and she nodded as she sat up on the edge of the bed on her knees. He looked her body over before running his hands down it. She took his shirt by the hem and pulled it up and off of him, she kissed his lips once before running her lips over his chest, softly kissing every scar, and then unbuttoning his pants. He let them fall to the floor, and she put her cool hands on his narrow hips, before sliding his boxers down his legs, his cock springing free. She lightly ran her hand over it before she leaned down, he caught her quickly and she looked up at him. "Not now," he told her. "I won't last if you do." she smiled and nodded knowingly before moving the throw pillow, and laying back on the bed.

She bent her knees and held her legs apart letting him see her. All of her.

He quickly pulled the condom wrapper apart with his teeth and rolled it on before he climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her legs; he guided himself to her and slid inside of her slowly. She moaned gently in his ear as he laid against her, sliding himself in a few more inches. Her lips brushed his ear, whispering words of encouragement; he slipped in a little further, before pulling out gently. In, out, in, out, their bodies moved together, working out a natural rhythm, his fingers found hers, and laced them together before moving her hands above her head, he held them into the mattress while he moved his hips, he could hear her breathing shallow, she had grown quiet, which was a sign she was close.

He stopped for a moment and looked down at her, her eyes were shut, she had a small frown, not from discomfort, but from her trying to hold back. He smirked gently before catching her lips with his, she opened her eyes in surprise and then closed them again as he resumed pumping his hips, one hand slid out of hers, and softly ghosted over her body before moving between them, his thumb found her clit and put a little extra pressure on it, not much, but enough to send her right over the edge. She came around him in an earth shattering orgasm, which in turn caused him to climax. The two of them laid there for a moment, catching their breath before he shifted, moving off of her and laying next to her. She moved into him, and he wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. She kissed his jaw as he held her close for a moment.

"You know," she said and he looked at her. "They say there's no better work out than sex." he snorted and she smiled as he reached down and took off the condom, he leaned over and tossed it into the trash can, then pulled the sheet over the both of them.

"I can't think of a better one." he told her and she smiled. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her again. She traced a few shapes and patterns on his chest silently; he could tell something was bugging her. "What's up?" he asked and she looked up at him.

"Just thinking about tomorrow, how distracted I'll be while Avery is shouting orders at me and all I'll be thinking about is you and what you do to me." she told him with an impish smile. He grinned and slid his hand down her body.

"Is that so?" he asked and she nodded. "Tell me about it." he whispered.

The next morning the both of them woke up in each others arms. Clint woke up first, her bare back was pressed to his chest, his arm was draped over her body and their fingers were laced together. It took him a moment to remember what had happened the night before and when he did he buried his face in her hair and smiled into it. After a few minutes he knew there was no way he could fall back asleep. He slowly detangled himself from her and got out of bed before covering her up with the blanket that had slipped down to her waist. He gathered some clothes and pulled on a pair of jeans that hung low on his hips before taking the clothes to his bathroom.

When he stepped into the bathroom he frowned seeing a box in the middle of his usually very orderly bathroom. He tossed his clothes onto the side of his tub and walked over to the counter and picked up the note on top of the box, he sighed seeing the familiar cramped handwriting he knew was Tony Stark's. "Thought you could use these." was all that was written on the box. Clint rolled his eyes and opened the box, he was a little impressed and amused at how many boxes of condoms Tony had managed to get his hands on in however long it took him to figure out that he and Maggie had slept together. He shook his head and then stuck the box in the cabinet where he kept his spare towels.

He walked across the cool floor and turned on the shower and then took off his pants letting them fall to the floor. When the water was warm he stepped in and sighed feeling the warm water falling over his body. In twenty four hours he and Maggie would be in Alaska on a hunt for her father, that could take god knows how long. He was damn sure going to enjoy the hot water while he was 100% sure he was going to have it at his disposal.

When he got out of the shower he brushed his teeth and shaved before getting dressed for his day. When he got back into the bedroom Maggie was still asleep. He walked over to the bed and looked at the clock. It was six fifteen; she had to be in Time Square at seven. Clint leaned down and gently kissed her before nudging her softly.

"Hmm?" she asked still mostly asleep.

"Come on Maggs, you've got to get up." he told her and she sighed with a small frown before opening her eyes.

"How long have you been up?" she asked.

"Long enough." he told her. "Come on, I'll go grab you clothes, but you've got to get into the shower." he informed her. She sighed and then nodded, he handed her the clothes she had been wearing the night before and she got dressed.

He went to her room, it was on Natasha's floor, on the other side of the building from Natasha's room, he grabbed some clothes for Maggie and brought them back down, by that time she was in the shower. He knocked on the glass door and she looked at him. He held up her clothes and then put them on the side of the tub and she nodded before smiling at him. He smiled and then held up her tooth brush too and put it on the sink. She went back to what she was doing- washing out her hair- and Clint walked out of the bathroom, giving her privacy.

He decided to go upstairs and get some coffee, and possibly inform Tony that if he gave Maggie a hard time that Tony would wake up to an arrow in every tire of ever car he owned.

Still here? Well, there you go, like I said, it was my first time writing mature content like that, so yeah. The next chapter will be different, but I hope you enjoyed this chapter...

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