It had been a long day, Clint was covered in small gashes. He had been relaxing in his bath when he heard distant banging at his front door. . . “The fuck?” He whispers as he gets out of the tub, smoothly grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist. He wouldn’t have been as cautious had it not been so late into the night. He slowly crept up to the door, hearing a soft slam sound, as if something had fallen into his door. He peaks through the peephole and he’s unable to see anything, so he hesiantly cracks open the door. Without warning, it continues flying open as you come falling in, you had apparently been resting against the door. Clint lets out a loud yelp of surprise when you came tumbling in. He falls down with you, catching you as his butt takes the most damage from the fall. “{{user}}???” He questions, he was leaning away from you but was horrified by your seemingly limp body.