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AN: This drabble has two paths marked by a "1" and "2". Enjoy.

    Clint tries his hardest to keep his eyes open. He squints a bit to moisten his eyes, but can't keep them open much longer. This is difficult, no training could have prepared him for this.
    You watch with great intensity. A smirk plays on your lips.
    Clint unwillingly blinks but opens his eyes again as quickly as possible.

1
    You are now much closer than before. Your grin widens.
    He blinks again. You are even closer.
    Another blink. You have a hand out, almost touching his face.
    Clint takes a step around you, careful not to blink. He has no idea what you're planning, but doesn't want to take a chance. You've been known to toy with people. Pull their shirt over their head, steal their drink, ruffle their hair, you've done it all. He likes you and you two get along well, but that smile means trouble. He doesn’t trust what you have in mind.
    He can feel his lids closing again. No way to stop. His eyes are beginning to sting. It happens in a blink.
    Clint's eyes close then a hand is on his cheek and a soft pressure is placed against his lips. When his eyes open again you are already a few feet away, smile still in place, though your cheeks have taken on a rosy color.
    Maybe blinking in your presence isn't so bad.

2
    “You lose!” You exclaim throwing your arms in the air in triumph.
    Clint grumbles at the loss.
    “Best two out of three?” His competitive nature asks.
    “You're on!” You immediately go back to staring.
    You already feel your eyes begin to sting, still feeling dry from before. In a desperate attempt to win, you kick your foot out under the table.
    “Ow!” He winces and holds his ankle. He looks back up and glares, but has yet to blink. “Nice try.”
    You let out a mix between a growl and a whimper before finally giving in.
    “Dang it!” You now throw your arms up in frustration. “One more to break it!”
    “You're going to lose.” Clint shrugs. Maybe he didn't have training, but he plans to win.
    “Ultimate one. We gotta close our eyes. On the count of three we start.” You immediately close your eyes.
    Your eyes are squeezed shut and your nose is scrunched a little with determination. You focus on your eyes but sense a gaze on you. You ignore the feeling, thinking only that Clint will lose for not resting his eyes like he should.
    “One… Two… Three!”
    You open your eyes. You immediately turn to a glare.
    Fifteen seconds tick by.
    “Guess what?” Clint asks, unfazed by your intense gaze.
    “What?” You raise a brow.
    He suddenly leans over the table, placing a quick peck on your lips.
    Your eyes widen in surprise. Trying to process what just happened, you blink a few times.
    “I win.” He says with a smirk.