Short Little Imagine💕

"Y/N, I'm not going to drop you." Clint chuckled softly. "I really don't trust you." You mumbled softy. "Trust me, I'm not." Clint said. "Fine." You jumped on his back and he held onto the back on your knees and ran after Steve. "No Y/N!" He said. You got his bow and arrows (they were replaced with suction cups so no one got hurt), you shot Steve in his back where Clint painted the bulls eye. Steve felt the suction cup attach to him. He looked up from his tablet. You smiled sheepishly and kicked Clint softly so he could run away.

(Don't ask, I just continued typing away, I don't even know what the plot for this is lol, I'm running out of ideas so a request in pm or on the chapter and I will start writing imagines!)