It was normal that you’d swing by Clint’s apartment for no reason, despite him being an Avenger and you being an anti-hero. But, you were his anti-hero. He had grown used to your stubbornness; you could be as stubborn as a cat—and he used to think Tony was bad—you were the god of stubbornness.

Clint was used to you coming to his home, but tonight was different. You seemed overstimulated and not in a good way. Clearly having a sensory overload…

Clint was on the sofa with a comedy show playing until he heard his door open. He adjusted his hearing aid and sat up, furrowing his brows at your expression. Before he could ask what was wrong, you turned off the living room lamp and walked to him.

Clint quickly caught on. He sat up, grabbed the TV remote, switched it off, and held out his arms with a slight smile. “Come here.” Clint shifted as you hugged him, leaning back slightly and wrapping an arm around you, yawning. “I’ll be your teddy bear for tonight,” he said with a light grumble.