It is known that Clint Barton has commitment issues.

But now he's committed to you.

You greet him when he gets home and treat him like the best thing since sliced bread and he's sticking with you til you're tired of him.

Currently, you're sitting on the kitchen counter with Clint standing between your legs, feeding him blueberries while you wait for the coffee to finish.

This is the best Sunday morning he's had in forever.

"You want another one?"

You ask, popping a berry into your own mouth.

"Always." His eyes are locked on yours, taking in everything about you.

He finds the little things about you captivating.

The curve of your lips when you smile, how your hair falls naturally, the way you chew your food.

He's not even sure what he would do without you.

It's like everything else in his life, the past and future, are just a vague afterthought. Only you matter.

"You make me happy," he says softly without thinking.