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loomontoia · 7 months
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but you are holding me like water in your hands
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(...) but you know the killer doesn't understand
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quietlyimplode · 6 months
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the language of flowers and silent things.
Whumptober 2023: Day 1 - How many fingers am I holding up
Warnings: perceived death (no death I promise), panic
Word Count: 2.3k (gif not mine)
Summary: The marriage of Clint and Natasha.
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A/N: there are people that stand with you in darkness, brave the shadows and not shy away, if you have friends like that hold them tight. This is for you @broken--bow .
Friend, without you there would be no whumptober, there are no words for the consistency of friendship you have supported over the last month, and thank you doesn’t seem enough. I wish it were more, but thank you all the same.
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KASHMIR
2011
“It’s cold,” Natasha grumbles.
“Yep,” Clint replies, popping the p, and trudging on through the snow.
“How far?”
The snow is white and endless, and Natasha is sure they aren’t going the right way. Her rifle, slung across her shoulder, rubs and feels heavy, as it hits the back of her thighs; even though likely it’s her backpack that has the weight.
Clint glances at the gps, a small look of surprise on his face.
Natasha stops.
“What?”
“It’s less that two hundred metres,” he says, pointing to the left.
He adjusts his pack and trudges forward, giving Natasha places to put her feet as she grumbled again.
“You’re Russian!” he says, exasperated as the safe house comes into sight.
She throws him a look a rolls her eyes.
“I don’t like the cold,” she deadpans.
Approaching the house, they both split up, covering the front and back and simultaneously breach the door way.
Covering the rooms in a pattern, Natasha is first to call all clear, followed by Clint, as she beelines for the generator and sets up the heater.
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The white noise of the generator infuriates Clint as he keeps the first watch; more snow falling. He
wonders if it will ever stop.
The cold that penetrates is icy, even though they’ve used spare blankets under the doorways and old newspapers on the window.
Natasha was finally asleep.
He knows by the soft breaths, slow and even.
She doesn’t like sleeping in the cold, and he knows why, it reminds her too much of the barracks of the Red Room.
She berates herself about becoming too soft, even as she makes their apartment and their rooms a constant temperature.
Less nightmares.
He tells her it’s not a bad thing to protect yourself from bad dreams, but it never seems to stick.
She sighs audibly and he wonders what she’s dreaming.
If the snow continues to fall at this rate, they’ll be snowed in. The trek here all uphill, and he hates Maria a little for directing them to this one.
“Hydra,” she’d said, “they’ve taken advantage of the political climate, and infiltrated the region.”
It’s a shame; he think idly, Kashmir is beautiful, but the evil that has infiltrated made it unsightly.
The man that they had killed was wanted by Interpol, crimes against humanity and all that.
Natasha’s kill shot hitting him between the eyes, as Clint had done the calculations quickly around wind speed and elevation.
One shot, one kill.
They made it look easy; isn’t that why Fury sent them?
Now, stuck in the snow, in a quaint house, Clint has too much time to reflect and worry about the repercussions of not being extracted until the snow stops.
His grip tightens on the gun, and he adjusts his position.
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Natasha focuses on the landscape, the parts she can see anyway. Snow covers the door, just reaching the window and she feels vulnerable at not being able to see all the ways around them.
She knows if she looks at Clint, she won’t be able to hide her disappointment.
He won’t be able to hide his fear.
The satcom phone lays inert, as they await the next call.
Any way out.
Any opportunities for exfil.
Not likely for the next twenty four hours anyway.
The tension in the room is palpable. The generator has enough petrol for the next five hours, and the temperature is far below zero.
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Clint focuses on the bowl of cereal, the snow still around them.
This was supposed to be easy.
He suppresses a shiver and pulls his coat around him trying to gain any heat he can.
The one room they’d kept heated, now growing colder.
He knows they both feel it.
Natasha pushes away her bowl, half eaten.
“You gotta eat, Nat,” he murmurs.
“We need to leave,” she argues, “the generator is done, the food almost gone, and the pipes are frozen. We have no water apart from what we have in that bucket.”
He shakes his head.
“It’s cold outside, no one is coming here in that weather; plus where are we gonna go? We have to wait for them to come.”
She’s knows he’s right. Standing and staring out the window, she shivers.
It’s not a good sign.
“Clint.”
The seriousness in her tone has him on edge as he joins her.
“It’s stopped snowing.”
They both know, when the temperature drops the snow stops, the sun, or what was left of it, hides behind the dark as the black starts to descend, night approaching; though the hour not late.
“What are we going to do?” she whispers.
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They move to the smallest room, a tiny broom closet, big enough for the both of them. No windows, blankets piled in.
“I hate the cold,” she gristles, her teeth gnashing.
Clint pulls her closer, trying to stay warm, even though he’s sure it’s not helping.
“Talk,” he asks, “take my mind off this.”
The request isn’t lost on Natasha, the beginning of the third day had begun and they still had no way out, the sat phone silent, stood next to the door.
“Mmmm,” she says; trying to stop her teeth chattering.
“If you changed around this house, what would you do to make it better?”
It’s an old game, one they used to play when nightmares would keep either of them awake and neither wanted sleep.
Clint bites, he wants nothing more than the deep dread that fills his body to go away.
“Thicker windows,” he starts, “and for there to be a better security system.”
Natasha grunts in agreement.
“Insulation,” she continues, “the bedroom, I’d move to the back of the house, maybe another bathroom.”
Clint snorts.
“Like our house?”
She laughs, shivers hard and suppresses another.
“What’s that like again?”
He sits up a little straighter, and starts talking about the blueprints he’s sketched out when they’d first started dating.
“You know, you’ll have a library, and I’ll have a target room, the kitchen will be big, and the bathroom always warm.”
“The house is always warm,” she corrects.
“Heated floors?”
He nods, “definitely heated floors.”
She rests her head on his shoulder.
“”It sounds nice.”
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The night passes slowly.
Both in and of consciousness, eating where they can and bodies shivering hard against the cold.
“My lungs hurt,” she grunts, forcing herself to take a breath.
Clint can’t answer, he agrees, but can’t do anything but nod his head.
She’s terrified; not because she’s going to die, but because he is.
“Talk to me,” she says, her teeth chattering.
She remembers Russia, the coldness of the room and the lack of heat in their dormitory rooms. The blankets thread bare.
She felt it then, but had no context about how warm the world could be.
“You think the world is warm?”
Natasha hadn’t realised she was talking out loud.
“It’s different, here, don’t you think?”
He swallows, trying to readjust his position but finds his limbs uncooperative.
She’s not making sense and he’s worried. He can’t think straight though and maybe she can’t either.
They won’t die here.
Someone will come.
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“When we get married,” she starts.
They both laugh.
But it’s the silence that hangs.
“What are we going to do, Clint?”
She can see their breath, and movement is getting harder. Natasha knows this cold, Russian winters this biting, freezing kind of bitter. If they die….
If they die it’s not a bad way to go, here, safe with someone she loves and a life she curated for herself.
If she dies…
“What kind of wedding will it be?”
Clint stops her train of thought.
Desperate to change the subject to anything apart from their imminent death, he hugs her closer, trying to not be unnerved by how cold her skin is.
“Small,” she considers, indulging him.
“I’ll wear white, you’ll wear a tux, but it’ll only be our closest friends.”
He nods.
“Who are we inviting?”
“Maria.”
“Coulson.”
They take turns naming their friends.
“Pepper.”
Clint frowns, “really?”
“Yeah, why?”
The shiver stops him from answering, and she tries to pull the blankets more around him.
“If you invite Pepper, we’d have to invite Tony,” he says grumpily, disliking the fact that someone who heavily objectified Natasha would be invited.
Natasha’s head rolls over to him, a smile on her cracked lips.
“We’d make him sign a NDA,” she almost laughs.
“He wouldn’t be able to talk about it, and it would destroy him.”
Clint laughs, a cough bubbling as he sucks in too much cold air.
“He’d probably get a good present anyway.”
“Fury?” Natasha asks, and Clint nods.
“Yeah I think so.”
He sighs.
“Is it sad it’s such a short list?”
She shrugs.
“Who else would you invite?”
Clint knows.
Family. Isn’t that who you’re supposed to invite for your wedding? For you brother to be your best man? Or for your mother and father to sit in the front row and cry?
“Who’d walk you down the aisle?”
She ignores the question.
“I’d invite Yelena,” she decides, looking wistful.
Clint rubs her leg.
“Yeah. I’d invite Barney,” he agrees. Even though it’s likely his brother and her sister as long since dead, it’s a nice thought to have.
“Your mom,” she opens the thought.
Natasha stops but continues after a moment.
“I think I would have liked our mothers to come, even if mine abandoned me.”
Clint doesn’t know what to say.
“I would have liked that too,” he breathes.
“I think you’d walk me down the aisle,” she whispers, coughing into her gloves.
“Where?”
He knows where, he just wants her to say it.
“Okinawa,” she smiles, knowing he loves the shores of the tiny island as much as she does.
“Of course,” he smiles back.
They sit in silence
“We can find them, I think.”
Clint says it with conviction.
Natasha looks at him intensely, breath white, nose red.
They’re going to die here, he thinks idly. Why not give them another mission, even if it only gives them hope.
“Our parents?”
He shakes his head.
“Our siblings.”
Natasha sees Yelena standing at the door, sad eyes, hands waving goodbye.
Her eyes open and close languidly.
“Okay.”
She knows what he’s doing.
Offering hope when there isn’t any.
Gloved hand reaches out under the blankets and takes his.
“If we survive this, and if we find Barney and Yelena, we will get married. You just have to ask,” she proposes.
Clint nods, his movement slow, his voice quiet and somber.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Natasha? Will you marry me?”
Head against his, she kisses him slowly, purposefully; like it’s the last draw of breath she’ll ever take.
“Yeah, Clint, of course I’ll marry you.”
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Maria panics at the empty house, wondering where her friends are.
If they thought she wasn’t coming, maybe they left to find safety; it would have been a death sentence.
Temperatures outside so cold it had taken far too long to trek anywhere for safety, the snow too deep.
As it was, it had taken too long for the helicopter to land anywhere safely.
Maria looks around.
Two people that already have so much trust issues, she’s not sure what they would have done.
She’s sure they would have thought no one was coming.
In the instant, Maria feels panic.
She clears the first room and the medic clears two more rooms; then — Maria finds them.
Huddled together, Natasha’s head on Clint’s shoulders their faces pale and they look half dead.
She calls the medic over, unwrapping them from the blankets.
“Thready,” the man tells her, assessing Clint, then Natasha.
They drag them out, laying them down on stretchers as they both call it in on the sat phone.
Maria places the warmers over their chests, as the medic works on placing an IV for both of them.
They work quickly and efficiently; slowly working to warm their friends, hoping against all hopes that the hypothermia has no permanent effects.
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Natasha hears before she sees, the whir of the plane, the pain in all her muscles as life starts flowing back into her.
“Clint,” she tries.
Voice cracking, not loud enough, she can’t see him or hear him, her heart hurts and her thoughts race.
They’re going to get married.
They’re going to find Yelena and Barney.
They’re going to…
Breath comes fast, alarms blare and she panics; sitting up, eyes now open she finds herself connected to machines and monitors.
Clint lays next to her.
Laying back, doctors surround her.
“Clint,” she says again.
Maria appears in her field of vision, a stoic face.
“He’s okay too,” she clarifies.
Panicked eyes greet her.
“Natasha,” Maria says, “look at me.”
Wild eyes look her.
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
She sticks two fingers in Natasha’s face, and predictably, her friend rolls her eyes.
“Two.”
Maria puts three more.
“Three.”
She nods.
“He’s okay,” she assures.
Closing her eyes, Natasha grunts and sinks back into a deep sleep.
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“God you’re both so predictable,” Maria grunts, half holding him down.
“She’s fine, look, okay?”
Clint gives her a goofy smile, clearly still delirious.
He sees Natasha, oxygen mask on, eyes closed.
“She’sgonnamarryme,” he tells her, words mumbled.
“What?”
Maria thinks she misheard, because neither Clint or Natasha feel like the marrying type.
He nods, “jus’ gotta find Yelena and Barney.”
Clint’s eyes slip closed.
“She’sgonnamarryme,” he says again, falling back into a drugged sleep.
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justsomeclintasha · 7 months
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Two loud knocks thunk against the door, and Natasha sets her book aside with a groan.
“Clint, I told you I was cooking tonight. We can’t keep ordering pizza.”
“What are you talking about? I didn’t.”
She rolls her eyes and gets up. He’s in the kitchen. It’s impossible to tell if he’s lying from here. She turns the knob.
“Kate?” The dark haired girl leans heavily against the frame, blood tricking between her fingers from a wound in her side. “Hey, hey, what happened?”
“I.. I think.. ”
“Clint, get the first aid kit.” Her voice is calm, but urgent, and she hears him drop something in his rush to the bathroom. “Come here, you’re okay.” Taking the younger girls weight, she maneuvers her to the couch and lays her back against the cushions. Kate looks at her with unfocused eyes.
“I think I.. oh God, there’s so much blood.”
“Don’t look at that, look at me.”
“Kate what the hell?” Clint drops down on the floor behind them, pulling out an array of supplies to set on the coffee tables. His eyes flick to the injury and he gently pries her hand away.
“Oh God,” she moans. Her hand is shaking as she tries to put it back, but Natasha grabs it.
“Look at me, Kate. You’re alright. Don’t look at Clint.”
“You’re okay, kiddo. Deep breaths. Gunna sting a little.” She clenches her eyes shut, squeezing Natasha’s hand tightly as he starts to clean the wound. “This is a knife wound. You got stabbed?”
“Old lady and.. her purse, I didn’t.. I didn’t see the third guy,” she manages, her voice trembling. “Oh fuck, what was that?”
“Language, missy,” he quips back, no heat in his voice. “Stitches. Stay still.”
“Do you even know how to do stitches?!”
“Of course I do.”
“Breathe, Kate,” Natasha reminds her. She forces a deep breath, trying not to pass out as he works the needle through her skin. “Keep looking at me.”
An eternity passes before he applies a bandage and packs up the medical supplies.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
“I-“
“You could have gotten yourself killed.”
“I didn’t think-“
“You’re right, you didn’t, and-“
“Clint.” Natasha’s sharp tone stops him, and his stomach drops when he realizes the young girl is crying.
“Kate, I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he repeats, moving closer to brush a strand of hair from her forehead. “You scared me.”
“I didn’t know where else to go.”
“I know. It’s alright.”
“I’m going to make us something to eat,” Natasha decides, getting up to leave them alone. Kate wipes her eyes, staring at the ceiling for several moments while she tries to calm herself down. Finally, she looks back at Clint.
“Is she a good cook?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Maybe we should order pizza?” she offers with a shaky smile. He laughs and squeezes her shoulder, his other hand already reaching for the phone.
“That sounds like a great idea.”
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hoppers-babygirl · 4 months
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Forget It. PT5
Author: hoppers-babygirl All works are mine and none shall be translated, thank you!
kofi: ko-fi.com/hoppers_babygirl
Word Count: 3379
Warnings: Cursing, angst- lots of angst.
Header made by: @firefly-graphics
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It was around ten in the morning when you woke up. Looking around groggily you realize a set of arms are wrapped around your waist. Your brows pinch in confusion and you look to find the person the arms belong to only to find Clint’s face buried into your pillow. You move ever so slightly to face him better. You never thought you’d wake up in his arms again one day. Usually you woke up in Bucky’s arms. A cloud of sadness threatened to loom over you but you wouldn’t let it. Not anymore. It wasn’t fair to you to keep overthinking what happened, it’s in the past and you had to pick up the pieces and move on. 
Sure you didn’t exactly have to move into bed with someone but you’re a grown woman and can do whatever you damn well please. As you’re lost in your thoughts Clint wakes up and is watching you with an unbelievably goofy smile. 
“Morning Princess, how’d you sleep?” His hand comes up to brush a few stray hairs from your face. His deep and husky voice brings a smile to your face. 
“Good morning handsome, I slept really well actually.” You turn your face so his hand cradles your jaw and your lips press a few kisses to his palm. His smile somehow grows even bigger. 
“I’m glad. You deserve a good rest especially after such a wild party.” He laughs softly as his thumb gently strokes your cheekbone. You hum quietly for a moment, “I’m guessing the usual breakfast routine?” Your brow quirks as his smile deepens. “You got any good coffee around this place?” He asks before sitting up in bed. You follow suit, pulling the blanket up around you as you rest your back against the headboard. “Yes I do. It’s in the freezer as usual and you obviously know where the coffee pot is.” You get comfortable in bed as he kisses your temple before he stands from bed and makes his way toward the kitchen. 
Smiling to yourself, you sit and recall your previous night. The sunlight shining through the curtains gave you a bit of a headache but you didn’t really mind. In the semi quiet you begin to recall events from the night before. You weren’t exactly sure how to feel, on one hand you can’t believe that you and Clint did what you did, but then again a slight guilt casted a shadow over you. 
Before your thoughts wandered any further your phone rang, it was Bucky. Biting your lip you click ignore and send it to voicemail. You knew you wouldn’t be able to ignore the situation for much longer but for now you wanted to just enjoy breakfast with Clint. You take a deep breath and get up from your position in bed. Standing up you stretch and wince slightly as you stretch your legs. A blush creeps up your cheeks as the pain reminds you of the night before. You hadn’t realized things had gotten that far out of hand but you also couldn't remember much at the moment as the headache began to creep its way over you. 
Quickly you throw on your robe and go to the bathroom to clean up and grab a shower. You washed last night off of your body and soon shut the water off before stepping out to wrap a towel around your body. Going over to your sink you fix your hair and begin to dry off. Clint called out to you letting you know breakfast was finished. 
Once dry and in your robe you step out from the bathroom and throw on an old shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms along with your slippers. Clint stood in the kitchen plating the freshly made pancakes and eggs wearing his pants from the night before, it looked a bit silly seeing him that way but you remembered he didn’t have anything else to possibly wear. You gave his cheek a soft kiss before you sat down in front of a plate. Coffee was brewing while orange juice sat on the counter. 
“I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for so I went with the basics. I drank a whole pot of coffee while you were washing up though, so if you want a cup you gotta wait until it’s done. If not, I grabbed you a glass of juice.” He explained before setting the pan that held the leftover scrambled eggs he had made on the stovetop. 
“It looks good, thanks.” You gave a smile before you started to eat your food. You hummed in delight at the taste of the pancakes that filled your plate as well. 
“Mm I think I’ll have coffee but I need syrup.” Clint chuckled and made his way over to the pantry to grab out the syrup for you. 
“Here, but you don’t have to thank me. Everyone needs good hangover food the next day.” He plopped in the chair next to you and began to eat. 
Your phone rang once again but you turned it to silent, Clint eyeballed you curiously as you nonchalantly stood to make yourself the cup of coffee you had wanted. 
“Aren’t you going to answer that? It might’ve been Tony giving us the itemized bill.” He snorted out a laugh. 
You stirred the contents of your mug and shook your head. “No, I want to enjoy breakfast without being disturbed. Well.. as undisturbed as I can be with you around.” You turn on your heel with a smirk teasing your lips. 
Clint dramatically scoffed and clutched his chest. “And here I made you a nice breakfast. Oh the heartbreak..” 
You laughed at his silliness before you took a cautious sip of your coffee. Humming at the taste you and Clint resumed eating breakfast in a peaceful silence. Eventually you finish your meals and you begin to clean up, Clint grabbed another cup of coffee for himself. 
A peaceful silence fell over you both as you cleaned the kitchen up as well as the dishes, eventually Clint finished up his coffee and made his way to go take a shower. After drying your hands off you walked into the living room and laid down on the couch. Your head didn’t hurt as bad as you thought it would but it still didn’t feel that great. Your phone vibrates once again causing a groan to fall from your lips, getting up you walked into the kitchen to retrieve it from the kitchen table where you left it last. 
“Hello?” You asked with a slightly harsh tone. 
“I should’ve known you’d be grumpy, you always are after a night of drinking.” Maria’s voice sounded through your speaker. 
You shifted from foot to foot as you felt silly for sounding so rude when you picked up your phone. 
“Sorry, I didn’t look at my screen before I answered. What’s up?” You hummed softly. 
“I just wanted to check on you, I saw you left the party last night with Barton.” She spoke. 
“I’m okay, it was a good night actually. Just got a headache from it all.” You explain as you move around your kitchen, grabbing the Tylenol from the cabinet and taking two tablets with some of Clint’s leftover coffee in his cup. 
“Yeah, it seems you two had quite the party going on before you left. You do know that everyone saw you two leaving the party rather quickly.” Maria wasn’t one for gossip but she was your friend and she did have a tendency to be nosy. 
“All I remember is the music was loud and the tequila was good.” Sure you cut some information out but not everyone needed to know the events plus you weren’t even sure what last night was all about yourself. 
“You know- nevermind. Just make sure you rest up today. Work’s just too quiet without you.” Maria ended the call with those words leaving you wondering what she was going to say. 
But your thoughts were soon interrupted as Clint came out of the bathroom a few moments later with his towel wrapped around his hips perfectly. The sight caused your lips to curl into a smirk, “You going to do a walk of shame back to your place in my towel?” 
“You know me I don’t care if anyone sees me, I’m sure half of this building has seen me naked at least once.” He shrugged with a dopey grin. 
His words made you laugh, he was right. “Just don’t forget to return the towel, okay?” 
His smile fell a bit. “Oh… I figured maybe I’d grab some of my things and come back here.” He explained.
“Oh..OH.. uhm I don’t know I mean isn’t there someone else you could stay with? Someone who you haven’t slept with?” You tease with a half assed smile. 
“I just didn’t think either of us would want to be alone but it’s cool, don’t worry I’ll have your towel back to you.” He began to gather his clothes from the night before. 
A pang of guilt hit your stomach, he wasn’t wrong about you not wanting to be alone but you weren’t even sure what to make of last night so what would it mean if he did stay over? As you were in your thoughts he started for the door which made you scramble to your feet. 
“Wait! Wait- you’re right. I don’t want to be alone but I don’t really know what we’re doing and I just thought time away from one another would give us some time to figure out what the hell we’ve been doing.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 
Clint was stopped in his tracks, for a moment he paused as you spoke but soon enough he too stepped out your door. Your shoulders slumped and you let out an exasperated sigh before you moved to lay down in bed again. 
You close your eyes and eventually doze off once again, as you lay curled up in bed you soon feel a dip in the mattress. The feeling caused you to wake up a bit, looking up through tired eyes you could’ve sworn that you saw the long dark hair you had grown used to lying there beside you- a banging noise woke you up causing you to gasp and sit up quickly in bed. Looking around you grew a bit disappointed at the empty space in your bed, it was just a dream.
There was another loud noise which caused you to get up from your bed. You hadn’t realized that before you went back into your room that you locked your door. “Hey, let me in since you won’t answer my calls.” Clint’s voice sounds from the other side of the door. You sigh in relief and open it up to find him now dressed and your towel he took earlier cleaned and folded up neatly in his grasp.
“Must you be so loud?” You groan and move out the way to let him in your apartment once again. 
“Like I said- you didn’t answer my calls and I wanted to bring this back.” He tossed the towel on your kitchen table as he moved his way into your living room nonchalantly.
He plops on your couch and looks back as if asking you to join him. Which you do after closing your door once again. 
“Did you wanna order a pizza?” He glances at his phone for the time. “It’s almost dinner anyways.” 
You hadn’t realized that you were asleep for that long. Plopping onto the couch you nodded, “Yeah might as well.” 
A beat of silence fell over you both before you spoke up, “Why’d you come back after me being an ass?” Your voice soft as you spoke. 
“Because you were right, we probably should figure out what the hell we’ve been doing but I didn’t want to be alone so I came back anyway.” He shrugged.
You nod and hand him the remote to which he puts it on some show with dogs dressed up as cops but you don’t care. It was cute and amusing enough to keep your attention while Clint called in the pizza order. 
After a few episodes he got the text that the pizza delivery guy was waiting in the lobby of the compound so he got up to grab your dinner. While he retrieved the pizzas you decided to grab drinks and plates for you both before bringing them into the living room knowing he'd wanna watch a movie while you two had dinner. A few moments later he came back with four boxes of pizzas which almost made you wish that you had placed the order instead of the man obsessed with pizza. 
Shaking your head with a chuckle you grab two of the boxes to help him as he sets the boxes down in the kitchen. “You’d think I would learn to make the call to the pizza place myself but for some reason I just haven’t yet.” You tease. 
“What can I say I just love pizza.” He joked as he opened the boxes showing you the different pizzas he ordered. One with all meat, one with all cheese, one with veggies and meat and the last with pepperoni and pineapple. You hum at their delicious scent and pick a piece up from each box before you settle back on the couch once again. 
Eventually Clint joined you on the couch with his plate full of pizza and he grabbed the remote control changing the channel to some comedy that played in the background. You didn’t pay much attention to it as you ate but every so often Clint would laugh at the movie's antics. While chewing on a bite of your pizza your mind began to drift, you wondered what Bucky was up to right now, was he and Natasha sharing dinner together just as you and Clint were? Or was he hanging out with Steve and Sam? Maybe he was out with someone else already, you couldn’t blame him if he was. Soon enough your thoughts were interrupted as Clint gently bumped into your shoulder to get you back to reality. 
“Hey.. hellooo.. Watcha thinkin about?” He hummed and set his plate down so he could turn in his seat to face you better. 
“Hmm? Oh- nothing important. Sorry I didn’t mean to space out, guess it’s just one of those days.” You explain, your stomach began to knot up so you set your pizza down as well. 
“Yeah I get that, I mean I keep thinking is Natasha thinking about me as much as I have been of her? No offense.” He said. 
You nodded. “I don’t mind. I’ve been doing the same thing too about Bucky of course, but it’s also been nice to hangout with you again before I totally hated your guts.” You tease with a small smile. 
He chuckles in agreement. “Yeah today has been kinda nice, no major arguments or anything crazy like that.” 
You grow quiet for a moment. “So.. why did you and Nat break up? I mean she’s clearly the one you wanted to be with all along.” Clint squirms in his seat at your question. 
“I told her that I loved her and she kicked me out.” He said quietly. 
“That's a little weird but I mean I don’t blame her.” You say. 
“What do you mean? Are you siding with her?” He grew defensive. 
“Clint you can’t really be mad at her right? Well I guess you are if you slept with me but seriously being told I love you from someone is big especially with her history.” You go on to explain. 
“What do you mean someone with her history?” He asked, aggravation laced in his tone. 
“Did you know nothing about her? C’mon man. She has been mistreated by men all her life and then finally she trusts one enough to let into her life and then you expect her to return this grand gesture? You should’ve realized that her boyfriend telling her that you love her would be a much bigger deal to her than it was to you.” You explain.
“But it was a big deal to me as well!” He protests. 
You shake your head. “No Clint, you’re not getting it. She’s probably scared to tell you that she loves you too because she's been manipulated so much in her life that she doesn’t believe she can have anything good happen to her like the man she probably loves, tell her plain as day that he loves her.” You weren’t sure why you were defending Natasha but if she and Clint could salvage what they had then maybe you and Bucky could too… 
Clint shook his head at you but deep down he knew you were right. Dealing with Natasha was almost dealing with a skittish cat, one false move and she would be spooked. “I felt so stupid after telling her but you’re right. I never really thought about it like that until now. I just thought maybe she didn’t really love me, that maybe I was too needy or too childish for her and that telling her that I loved her was the final straw for her. But I just don’t get why she’d be hanging around Bucky if she really did love me.” He said. 
“Probably the same reason you and I are hanging around each other, we’re familiar. Now don’t get me wrong it’s hard seeing them together but you have to remember they’ve known each other longer than we have, longer than you and Natasha have known one another. And even if she doesn’t actually have any feelings for him, she still knows that it won’t need to go any further than what it might have already, which means she won’t have to deal with something so life changing. Why didn’t you just go to her and talk this out instead of coming here to get drunk and fuck? I mean hey the sex was good, great even but you’re smarter than that. You know you two would have figured things out.”  
He sighs and gives you a shrug. “I don’t know… maybe because with you it wasn’t so hard. I love you meant I love you and I want you out the apartment really meant I want you out the apartment. But with Natasha sometimes it was a guessing game, sometimes things had double meanings to her and I was tired of trying to play her game.” He said. 
You shake your head at him once again. “You wanted out because shit got too hard and you didn’t want to keep putting in the effort to fix things because that’s what you do.” 
“You know I wish I didn’t even answer your question. You have no right to say this shit when your relationship went to hell too.” He throws in your face. 
You scoff. “You do realize we were engaged right? I know your habits Clint. You might be mad at Natasha for being the way she is but you’re just the same Clint. You play this game of just being the dumb country boy but you know better! You only play dumb so people won’t expect as much out of you as they should!” Your voice grows louder with your words.
“Maybe this is why Bucky left you because you like to play therapist to everyone but yourself. Have you sat back and really thought about what went wrong in your own relationship or are you just diagnosing your breakups as everyone else's problems?” Clint spat out before he stood up and headed for the door. “You know what this is why I left the first time, I shouldn’t have made the mistake of coming back here.” 
“Go ahead Clint, walk out on me once again just because you don’t like what you’re hearing!” You call out as he nears the door, his hand gripping the handle he turns back and looks at you just before slamming the door behind him. You throw a pillow at the door with an annoyed growl.
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42donotpanic · 4 months
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Avocados WIP Warriors
Hello and Welcome to my first Add Sentence Challenge. Over the next to weeks I'm participating in a challenge trying to each other to finish WIPs and (almost) abandoned Works.
The idea is making a poll with WIPs that need working on to get finished or at least a long awaited update by asking people which ones they'd like to see first. So, if there is one of my unfinished works you've been waiting for a new chapter on for a long time, this may be you're chance to get just that.
And if not, take this chance to make a Writer do what they hate the most. Write.
Each Vote is worth 5 sentences.
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chezamanda · 2 months
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Nothing But You | Black Widow x Hawkeye | Explicit
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Pairing: Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff Rating: Explicit Warnings: 18+ readers only / no other major warnings apply Notes: Written for my other @fandomtrumpshate 2023 winner, @kalika999, who wanted a spicy, post-mission Clintasha fic where Clint isn't wearing his hearing aids. Thanks to @eiluned for the beta work as always.
Disclaimer: I am not deaf/hard of hearing and only know a bit of ASL, so I sought out information from people who are with regards to having sex (especially with a hearing partner). Anna Pulley's article "This Is What It's Like to Have Sex With Hearing Loss" on Vice, as well as some posts on Reddit and elsewhere helped lend that perspective. Hard to Hear It's "Hard to Hear It episode 5: Wearing my hearing aids vs. not" YouTube video, and as well as other users' videos about hearing aid use were informative on what it's like to use hearing aids. So, please let me know if anything in the fic is too unrealistic or should be changed.
After a not-so-smooth mission, Clint wants nothing more than to relax and turn off the outside world. Natasha is more than happy to oblige.
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yyink · 1 month
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Doomed Clintasha 😔
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clintasha makes me so weak
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thebiggerbear · 2 months
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Clintasha Masterlist
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(works coming soon)
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dividers by @firefly-graphics
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eichan2d · 1 year
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This comic is just >>>
I almost cried the first time I read it.
"Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes #4 (Second Half)
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gunsnarrows · 10 months
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yanderemcu · 2 years
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Yandere Natasha Romanoff x Clint Barton: Give me a chance
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(Takes place in the first Avenger movie. Clintasha. Yandere Natasha Romanoff x Clint Barton. Give me a chance. This one was hard to do because they both love each other to the point they would die saving the other. They don't give this vibe off but I tried so I hope you enjoy.)
It was true Natasha loved Clint. She was willing to die for him. Her love became an obsession. She was very thankful for him. Giving her a chance. Giving her a place in the world. Giving her a family. She always needed to be with them. If she couldn't she'd wear the necklace that reminded of her of him. She killed his family. She kidnapped him. She couldn't help it she needed him. With her. Always. "Nat! What's going on?" Clint asked when he woke up. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. I need you. I'm so thankful for you. For giving me everything. So this is your fault." Nat said. "How is this my fault?" Clint asked. "You got me out of the Red Room. Giving me a new life.I got obsessed because of that." Nat said. Clint wanted to help her. He didn't think this would happen. It was his fault though for seeing the good in her. Wanting to give a fresh new chance. Maybe he should've fulfilled his mission and killed her. If he did he would have his family still. He wouldn't be here.
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loomontoia · 2 years
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they live together in a little apartment and just sit and do nothing after saving the world :)
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quietlyimplode · 6 months
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Whumptober Masterlist 2023
Masterlist of fic
(Warnings at the start of every chapter, please be kind to yourself. Gif not mine; I do not possess that kind of power. This will be updated with links as we go and when placed on ao3 will be updated with the link. A lot of these can be read as one shots (I’ll try and mark the ones that can be read as such with a *) but together make a whole story; the story of how Clint and Natasha got married.)
the language of flowers and silent things.
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2011 - Kashmir (how many fingers am I holding up) *
1984 - Russia (I’ll call out your name but you won’t call back) *
1984 - Iowa (make it stop) *
2012 - New York (shock)
2012 - New York (it’s broken)
1999 - Iowa (made to watch)*
2013 - New York / Wichita Falls (radio silence)
2013 - New York (it’s all for nothing)
1994 - Ohio (Polaroid) *
2014 - Budapest (you said you’d never leave)
2014 - Singapore (Captivity)
2014 - Singapore / Malaysia (Red) <now with amazing art by @oceanspirit9 >
2009 - New York (I don’t feel so good) *
2010 - Okinawa (just hold on)*
2010 - Okinawa (I’m fine) *
2014 - Rome (don’t go where I can’t follow)
2007 - Russia/France (leave me alone)*
2014 - New York (I tend to deflect when…)
2011 - Iowa (floral bouquet)*
2013 - New York (found family)*
2014 - New York (vows)
2012 - New York (watch out)*
2014 - New York (Shadows)
2014 - New York (I thought they were with you)
2014 - New York (buried alive)
2014 - New York (you look awful)
2014 - New York (scars)
2014 - Berlin (aftermath of failure)
2014 - New York (what happened to me)
2014 - New York (borrowed clothing)
2014 - New York (take it easy)
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Elevation - Charles Baudelaire
Above the lakes, above the vales,
The mountains and the woods, the clouds, the seas,
Beyond the sun, beyond the ether,
Beyond the confines of the starry spheres,
My soul, you move with ease,
And like a strong swimmer in rapture in the wave
You wing your way blithely through boundless space
With virile joy unspeakable.
Fly far, far away from this baneful miasma
And purify yourself in the celestial air,
Drink the ethereal fire of those limpid regions
As you would the purest of heavenly nectars.
Beyond the vast sorrows and all the vexations
That weigh upon our lives and obscure our vision,
Happy is he who can with his vigorous wing
Soar up towards those fields luminous and serene.
He whose thoughts, like skylarks,
Toward the morning sky take flight
- Who hovers over life and understands with ease
The language of flowers and silent things
Translated by - William Aggeler
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justsomeclintasha · 6 months
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“Sit.” He shuts the door behind him and perches on the edge of the chair. Coulson regards him from behind his desk. “She’s not settling in,” he says bluntly. “She’s in holding. Mitchell is in medical with a busted lip and Stoker has a black eye. Something you care to share?”
“No, I haven’t seen her at all this morning. Are you sure-“
“She admitted to it. Attacked them unprovoked. I need you to figure this out. There are a lot of eyes on us right now. This can’t happen again.”
“What are you saying?”
“You need to convince the board that this was the right call.”
“Or what? They’ll kill her? Put her down like some kind of wild animal?”
“I didn’t say that.” Clint glares at him, and Coulson speaks again, his voice soft. “I think some time in the country might do her good. You could both use a break. Do you know a place?”
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Gravel crunches under her sneakers as she steps out of the truck, taking in the old farmhouse. He grabs their bags from the back seat.
“Look. There are cows over there in that field.” She points, eyes a little brighter at the sight of the animals. He follows her gaze.
“Yep. That’s the nearest neighbor. Nice and quiet out here.” She moves to take her bag. He passes it over and leads them inside, giving her a brief tour of everything.
“Kind of unusual for a safe house, isn’t it?”
“It’s not a safe house.” She pauses, and he catches the tension in her stance. “It’s mine. Shield doesn’t know about it.”
“Why?” He shrugs, flicking through cover stories, then finally settles on the truth with a sigh.
“It was my house growing up. Back then it was a nightmare, but now it’s somewhere just for me to get away.”
“I’m sorry,” she says quietly, feeling like she ruined it.
“I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t want to.”
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He watches her from the kitchen as he stirs the pasta on the stove. They’ve been here three days and she’s finally started to relax. The porch is her favorite area, and it’s where she sits now, legs tucked under her and damp hair falling in curls around her shoulders. She reaches out to pick up a caterpillar.
The ring of his phone startles him.
“Barton.”
“Clint, we need to talk.” Coulson’s tone causes his stomach to drop. He sets the spoon aside and leans on the counter.
“What is it?”
“Stoker and Mitchell ambushed her. They pushed her into an empty office room and tried to-“
“Fuck-“
“They didn’t-“
“Fuck, Coulson, are you sure? Are you sure they didn’t?”
“I’m positive. She defended herself and left the room immediately. It’s all on video.” Outside Natasha lets the caterpillar crawl up her finger, laughing softly as it gets to the tip. “They’ve been fired, of course.”
“They deserve worse.”
“You still have two weeks. Call me with updates.” Clint huffs out a breath. She sets the caterpillar down in the grass.
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“I promised you a safe space,” he says quietly. She tucks her fingers into the sleeves of her hoodie, watching the fireflies in the field.
“It’s not your fault.”
“I didn’t even ask.”
“I didn’t tell you.”
And they’re at a standstill. He swallows the lump in his throat. The silence drags on.
“I grew up here. After my parents died, my brother and I ran off to join the circus.”
“People don’t actually do that.”
“Seriously.” She cocks an eyebrow. “Got into a lot of bad shit back then. Coulson gave me a second chance and I was afraid to let myself have it. I fought him a lot. It was hard,” he admits. “And I wanted it to be different for you.”
She sips her tea, considering. They both watch as a deer emerges from the tree line. A fawn follows close behind.
“It is different though,” she says finally. “Because you didn’t have anyone you can trust. And I do.”
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hoppers-babygirl · 4 months
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Forget It. Series
Finishing up part five and just wondering what you guys are looking for in the series! Who do you think should end up together? Any ideas and they may be included in the series!
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indynerdgirl · 1 year
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Fic Rec Tag
Rules: Recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is "most popular" and 2 that are "hidden gems!" Then tag some folks.
I was tagged by @anniesocsandgeneralstore. Thank you, my dear! 😘
Most Popular: The Same Day
Published: Feb, 16th 2016 Word Count: 1,659 Complete? Yes Fandom: MCU, Iron Man, Captain America Total hits on AO3: 5,836 Ships/Pairings: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Jane Foster/Thor Tags: Baby Fic, Fluff, Darcy Lewis is Tony Stark's Daughter, Established Relationships Summary: Steve and Tony were standing at the nursery window, both looking at a sleeping baby girl and both pondering what higher being there was in the universe that had decided to give them a second chance.
Hidden Gem #1: Watching Her Walk Away
Published: Sept 27th, 2012 Word Count: 1,240 Complete? Yes Fandom: Harry Potter Total hits on AO3: 871 Ships/Pairings: Scorpius Malfoy/Rose Weasley Tags: Angst, No Happy Ending Summary: "I know it's kind of last minute, but would you like to go out for a drink after work? You know, just as two old friends catching up?" "I'm… I'm sorry, but I can't. I, uh, already have plans for tonight."
Hidden Gem #2: Getting Over You
Published: Oct 11th, 2012 Word Count: 203 Complete? Yes Fandom: MCU, Thor Total hits on AO3: 1,759 Ships/Pairings: Darcy Lewis/Loki Tags: Drabble, Angst, Drinking to Forget, No Happy Ending Summary: She wanted to get drunk enough tonight to numb the pain he was causing her.
Bonus Hidden Gem (Because I Couldn't Decide Between The One I Posted For #2 Or This One): Budapest
Published: Sept 27th, 2012 Word Count: 249 Complete? Yes Fandom: MCU, Avengers Total hits on AO3: 1,469 Ships/Pairings: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov Tags: Drabble, A Touch of Angst, Backstory Summary: They both remember Budapest differently. And neither wants to change that. A short Clintasha one-shot.
No pressure tags!: @themonkeycabal @kryptonitejelly @wombtotombx @myshipsaresunk @bradshawsbaby @perfectprettypisces @seresinhangmanjake
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