Warnings: Â Smut (oral and vaginal sex), mentions of severe childhood physical abuse.
Synopsis: Â You always tell people you know an Avenger, and when you receive a friend request on facebook you finally have proof.
A/N:  Oh my god, nonny.  Sorry, this took so long.  You probably forgot you even sent it, it’s been sitting in my inbox for so long.  Also not so much ‘falling in love’.  Jut hard to pull of that kind of long term investment in a one shot. Buy me a coffee with Ko-fi
Friend Request
When you told people you knew an Avenger they were always pretty skeptical.  Often countering with how they once dated an Olsen twin.  The truth was you did know an Avenger. Or once you did.  You can still remember him coming running to your house with bloody noses and fat lips.  Sometimes they were from him falling off something.  Sometimes they were from his dad. Either way, you’d take him into your bathroom and patch him up while he whined.
When your mom asked what happened he’d always say it was some accident.  She’d seen him have enough of them she never doubted it for one second.
What should have happened in Age of Ultron. I was having some nostalgic clintasha feels after rewatching The Avengers so obviously I had to draw something.
Mayerine 