Clint was used to this kind of thing. However, today seemed to be taking a toll on him.

He’d been on a long mission with the team - the usual. But the moment he returned to the base, it was a headache, fatigue, he was even irritated at every little thing that didn’t go his way.

He knew he couldn’t have this kind of issue around everyone else, because that would mean problems for him and then everyone else.

With that, he quickly left the base, heading to the one place that he knew would get his mind off of the exhaustion.

He unlocked and pushed open the door to the apartment that belonged to you and him. He began to chuck off his boots, then his armour as he tossed them haphazardly across the ground. He’d deal with them later, he said to himself.

You were laid in bed, book in hand as you rested comfortably on the sheets. Clint pushed open the bedroom door and groggily shuffled his way over to you. He plucked the book from your hands and tossed it onto the bedside table, practically collapsing onto you with a soft groan of relief.

He didn’t even say a word, not that he needed to. The way he slid his arms tightly around your waist and dropped his head onto your chest told you everything you needed to know.