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I was going to save this for if you were going to to Black Widow Fest this year, but can you write a deleted scene from “Leave Everything…” based on this line?
“I think I’m okay, but then little things will happen and I won’t be. It was bad that first month. I can’t even tell you what happened, Clint probably can.” -Natasha
@adorationamy <3 thanks - we will see if Black Widow Fest will go ahead this year, given everything, but I hope so. Would be willing to do another deleted scene. :)
leave everything but your bones behind
Deleted Scenes from that first month.
“Clint?”
His phone can’t hear anything except what he thinks is the television.
“She’s not talking again,” his quiet voice says with a tint of an echo.
“Where are you?”
Silence.
“In the bathroom.”
“Where’s Natasha?”
“She’s... She’s okay, I think. The television is on and she’s staring at it.”
“Clint?”
Tony pauses.
“What happened?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know why.”
He hears the frustration and tries again.
“Okay, just tell me what’s happened.”
The reaction is immediate.
“I don’t know! Okay? I should know and I don’t. I don’t know why she was talking and seemed better two days ago and today, nothing! I should know, I should know what’s triggered her, but I don’t, okay? I just don’t.”
If Tony wasn’t awake before, he is now.
He glances at the clock in the kitchen, thankful he had enough forethought to move away from Pepper.
“Okay, okay, calm down.”
He cringes.
That’s not that right thing to say.
Clint doesn’t answer.
Tony thanks his friend’s patience, in not hanging up on him at all.
“Umm, can you go and have a look at her? What is she doing?”
He hears Clint move and then the TV grows louder.
“She’s just on the couch. She’ll follow instructions, she’ll do what I ask, and respond in some way. It’s not seizures, it’s like she’s disconnected from the world.”
Tony thinks. He has no experience with this.
He knows what he likes though.
“I like it when Dummy talks to me,” he says quietly.
“When I don’t feel… well.”
Clint is quiet on the phone.
“I like for him to tell me some good things about the world. To know that it’s not all the hopeless thoughts in my head.”
“Maybe it would work for her? If you haven’t already? Maybe some good things will help bring her out of Whatever sunk her in there in the first place?”
He’s not even sure if Clint is listening.
Until.
“Hey Nat, I’m gonna sit next to you okay? Tony’s on the phone over there. He told me that when he gets… lost, he likes to hear things that are good.”
There’s not response but the television turns down.
“There’s an animal called the Oryx, it’s an antelope found in the Middle East, and it became extinct in the wild. This sounds like a sad story but I swear it’s not, because you see,8 before hunters were able to kill the last oryx, five were captured, and they slowly built up, and the oryx was being moved from "endangered" to "vulnerable" and was the very first animal to go from extinct to vulnerable.”
Clint pauses, maybe checking on her.
He must be encouraged because he continues.
Tony has no idea where he gets the facts from.
“Did you know there’s a dachshund museum in Passau, Germany? Maybe we can go next time we are in Germany.”
Still nothing, Tony thinks; as there’s a period of silence.
But, he thinks he hears some movement as Clint continues again.
“There’s been advances in immunotherapy, thanks to you, the mRNA and gene editing that Tony tried with you, will likely help others. The cell therapies they’re looking into are to make generic immunotherapy rather than patient specific ones.”
He pauses.
“Jace found some other widows. Tony has housed them in safe houses and provided access to trauma informed therapists if they want it.”
Tony wants to hang up.
He isn’t someone’s something good.
He doesn’t though, intrigued to see what happens next.
“Yeah, Nat, really.”
Her voice was so quiet he didn’t even hear it.
There’s a shuffling and the phone is moved from what Tony can hear.
“Hey, thanks.”
He knows that Clint can’t see him, but he nods anyway.
“Yeah,” he responds, slightly choked up.
“Get her to call me sometime okay?”
Clint laughs.
“Yeah okay, when things are better. I’ll call you though.”
Tony nods again.
“You better.”
Hanging up the phone, Clint turns his attention back to Natasha, who is watching him intently.
It’s better than the dead eyes she’d been giving him all day.
“You hungry?” he asks hopefully.
She doesn’t reply but stands with him to get to the kitchen.
“Tell me some more good things?” she asks quietly.
He smiles.
“Of course, Nat.”
#leave everything but your bones behind#natasha romanoff#clintasha#black widow#clint barton#Tony stark#my fic#natasha romanoff fic#clintasha fanfiction#adorationamy#ask away!
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Follow-up to the following link:
https://justsomeclintasha.tumblr.com/post/670019141770559488/bile-stings-his-throat-and-he-swallows-it-down
For and requested by: @adorationamy
Natasha hates the medical lab. Her eyes flick between the instruments on the table, to the door, to Clint.
“The bloodwork will tell us if it’s still in your system,” Tony explains, his back to her across the room. She nods.
“You want to hold my hand?” Clint offers quietly.
“I’m fine.”
Tony turns to face them, a needle in one hand and a vial in the other. Without thinking, she grabs Clint’s wrist and squeezes.
“You’re alright,” he murmurs.
“Little pinch, kiddo.” She doesn’t look as he does it, but it’s quick and nearly painless. Then he moves to her shoulder. “There’s nothing left here at the injection site. You healed fine. The drugs should be gone by now, but we’re just double checking.”
He messes her hair as he steps away to put the vial in a machine. Clint offers a smile.
“J, what’s the status?”
“Miss. Romanoff continues to have a clean bill of health. There is no trace of foreign material in her blood.”
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“You coming to bed?” Clint stretches, flicking off the episode of Dog Cops he had been watching. Truthfully, he slept through most of the first half. She turns another page.
“In a little bit. I want to finish this chapter.”
“I’ll wait for you.”
“No, no, you’re exhausted. I’ll be in soon.”
He leans down to kiss her and heads for their room. After a few minutes, when the light flicks off, she gets up and makes a cup of coffee. It’s going to be a long night.
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“Want to talk about it?”
She looks up from her book to find Tony in the doorway. It’s not unusual for him to be awake. She’s no stranger to nightmares.
“Nothing to talk about.”
“The fact that you won’t sleep because you’re afraid you’ll wake up and be someone else?”
The books snaps closed and her eyes find his, challenging him to continue. He does.
“You know there’s nothing left in your system but you’re scared anyway. It’s alright. I would be, too. No one is judging you for that. But you can’t stay up forever, Nat. You’re only going to hurt yourself.”
She picks at the corner of a page, folding it and unfolding. She doesn’t look at him as he drops on the couch next to her. It’s a while before either of them speak again.
“Are you sure.. you sure it’s gone?”
“Positive.”
“I never wanted you to see me like that,” she confesses, her voice barely a whisper. Hot tears prick at the corners of her eyes and her stomach lurches dangerously.
“Hey. Look at me.”
She shakes her head, but he gently tilts her chin up with his finger tips to meet her gaze.
“Natasha. I don’t think any less of you. Never will. You’re my friend. You, right here, just as you are.”
“But she-“
“Is gone. She’s gone, Nat. You’re okay.” He wipes away a stray tear with the pad of his thumb. “Bedtime. You had a long day. Go get some sleep. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”
This time she doesn’t argue. She squeezes his shoulder affectionately as she walks past and heads to her room.
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She wakes in Clint’s arms, two days worth of stubble scratching gently at her cheek.
“Morning sweetheart.”
“Good morning.”
“You sleep okay?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Mmmm.” He nuzzles further into her neck with a contented sigh. She can tell he’s tired, he’s always extra cuddly, and his arms tighten around her as she moves to get up. “Come back.”
“It’s late.”
“Sleeping in. Five more minutes.”
“I think I smell breakfast. And coffee.”
“I love coffee,” he mumbles. “Love you more, though.”
“You sure?”
He blinks his eyes open and furrows his brow, looking down at her.
“Hey. What’s that all about?”
“I don’t know, just.. I don’t know.”
“Of course I love you.”
“Even-“
“Yes.” His answer is certain. “Yes, Tasha. No matter what.”
“I’m scared,” she whispers.
“I know. I know, sweetheart. But we’re going to help you and protect you.”
“Promise?”
“Always.”
She leans up, pressing her lips to his in a soft kiss.
“Breakfast?”
“Five more minutes?”
She pulls him closer, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
“Five more minutes.”
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Hi
I read in your breakdown of Black Widow the part when we first see Nat in present day and she’s alone. I was kinda curious myself on what was going through her mind before she looked at her phone and yours is an interesting interpretation. I didn’t see her in tears when I looked at it, but she must’ve been crying since she rinsed her face off. My guess (and since it comes right after the opening credits) is that she’s having a flashback to that day she was taken because the sounds mimic the sounds of opening credits. What do you think?
Hi there!
Sorry for the late reply but I only got some time today to go through my inbox >.<
In that scene, I feel like Natasha was really tired. Every time she tried to build something, she lost it. She built a life with her family in Ohio and she lost it. She built a life in SHIELD and she lost it. She had a family with the Avengers and she lost it. She had a family with Clint and she lost even that in that moment (Clint was in prison!).
Not only that, but every time she suffers loses like that, she's the one getting left behind, with nothing but ruins surrounding her and government goons at her back. Same thing happened after Ohio, after HYDRA, after AoU, and now after Civil War (and later on after Infinity War, but lets just say the infinity shit never happened and move on with our lives)
So she's finding herself yet again in a position where she's alone, untethered. Even though she tries so hard to build a life, to find a place in the world, to make connections, it all keeps getting taken away from her. And it all connects back to what she said to Yelena about her life: "I try not to think about it". We see her do that, in that moment. She tries not to dwell on her loses, because they're too many to count.
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It’s about questions time!
Been a while since I posted something like this , @lena-in-a-red-dress gave me the chance again so I took it =) thank you!
Rules: Answer 30 questions about yourself and tag 20 others you wanna know more about.
1. Name/Nickname: vbprodz
2. Gender: female
3. Star sign: Aries
4. Height: I wish 6′ feet tall... you see the world from another prospective...
5. Time: id say timeless
6: Birthday: I forgot ..being eternal....
7: Favorite Bands/Groups: right now MANESKIN
8. Favorite Solo: P!nk, L. Pausini, R. Carrà
9. Song Stuck in my head: Ballo ballo
10. Last Movie: AVENGERS ENDGAME ‘cause I still want to change the finale
11. Last Show: The Haunting of Hill House, slow but loved it.
12. When did I create this blog: 2012, but I got fully active on 2015 with the #Romanogers artoworks
13. What do I post: Mostly artworks of hopeless fandoms otp xD
14. Last thing I googled: Supergirl dc collectible statue.
15. Other Blogs: nope
16. Do I get asks: yup sometimes
17. Why I chose my URL: too lazy to bee really creative so I went by my nickname
18. Following: 98
19: Followers: 1,064
20: Average hours of sleep: 8 hours
21: Lucky number: 7
22. Instruments: none
23. What am I wearing: gym clothes cause I like to think im a sportive person
24. Dream Job: video editor for the marvel
25. Dream Trip: anywhere where no ones talk about covid
26. Favorite food: pizza
27. Nationality: Italian
28. Favorite song: Vamos. la playa XD
29. Last book I read: id say im more comic book reader ...so Angel vol 2
30. Top three fictional Universes I'd like to live in: I want to be with extra powers living with Natasha Romanoff and kicking asses or in National City playing cupid for supercorp lol
ok i will tag few people I dk if they will accept but its a fun thing to do = @ym4yum1 @thesparklingblue @the-wind-took-my-skin-away @adorationamy
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Hi,
I’m going back and forth about whether I’m going to post something for BWfest 2023. If I did, it would be a preview of my next WIP in the style of a movie or tv show promo commercial
Sounds like fun :) As I mentioned you’re so very welcome to post - wips and previews as upcoming fic completely count. <3
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Clintasha Advent (10)
Prompt: Continuation of the pineapple saga
For/Prompter: @adorationamy
Warnings: discussion of previous torture
Word count: 300 words
A/N: this genuinely made me laugh - this has been going a bit too long! I should make this into a proper fic. Maybe next year :)
This snippet had other parts - none of which is needed to have been read to read this but are below.
Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four
Clint stares at Tony.
“It’s not a good story,” he says in a deadpan voice.
Tony looks at both of them eagerly, the knowledge that he’s going to learn about their histories and something he does not know, makes him hyper almost.
“It’s a good story, it’s a new story,” he grins.
Natasha rolls her eyes.
“Fine, but just remember you asked,” she says evenly.
Tony nods.
“Tell me why you don’t like pineapples.”
Natasha huffs.
“We got captured by drug dealers in Thailand. They had a pineapple farm that they hid it under.”
Clint pauses, wondering just how much to divulge.
“There was nothing to eat except pineapple,” Natasha supplies.
“They left us, for days, then they’d come in, torture us, and then leave us again.”
She gives Clint a sharp look.
“So that’s why you don’t eat them? How long were you there?” Tony still looks intrigued.
“Twenty days,” Clint swallows.
“You ever eaten anything for twenty days straight?”
Tony shakes his head, the enormity of what his friends are saying settling in.
“But someone came for you right?”
Clint shakes his head.
“Did you know, that if you eat only pineapples it makes you more hungry? Ravenous even.. All you can think about is food. Water… We didn’t know that.”
“But they did,” Natasha says quietly.
“They were just waiting for us to turn on each other.”
Clint reaches out and she meets him half way.
“We got ourselves out.”
Tony looks down.
“Happy you know?”
“No,” he replies truthfully.
“Sorry,” he follows.
Clint stands.
“Sometimes Tony, there are stories that are better you don’t know.”
Natasha is kinder.
“Maybe don’t ask next time.”
He nods, even though they all know he’s always going to ask.
They leave him to his thoughts, the sun setting leaving the room dulled.
1/ Clint/Nat/Laura + traditions
2/ Clintasha + temporary blindness
3/ Clint/Nat/Maria + traditions
4/ Natasha and Yelena watch the stars
5/ Clintasha - stab wounds + wrapping presents
6/ Clint/Nat + Maria - gift buying (early shield days)
7/ Clint/Nat - taking lucky for a walk when it starts to snow
8/ Clintasha - Christmas Lights
9/ Nat and Tony - Natasha makes Tony a present
#clintasha advent 2023#pineapple saga#natasha romanoff#clintasha#black widow#clint barton#my fic#hawkeye#natasha romanoff fic#clintasha fanfiction#clintasha fanfic
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Black Widow Fest 2023 - Day Three
in the book of being, life promised to be a moving thing
Warnings: dissociation, grief of life
Word count: 1065
Pairing: Clint/Nat
leave everything but your bones behind was a fic of last whumptober, to be clear this can be read as a stand alone, or it can be read together with Clint’s pov here (or you can read all 50000 words of the fic to see how this fits in too). Thanks @adorationamy for the prompt on this one, it was nice to revisit the fic for a little bit. <3
She tries to hide the worst of the fallout from Clint. And for the most part, she can.
He knows her so well, that there’s obvious tells that she’s not okay, and sometimes she hates that he knows her that well.
Natasha has dreams, he wakes her when they get bad.
She forgets to eat, he makes her dinner.
She doesn’t go outside and he shows her a rainbow.
She forgets that living isn’t all grand missions and doing things.
Sometimes it’s a quiet life of noticing the world around her.
It’s making sure that she recognises in herself that her life has not always been ruled by others, that she has some power in how it goes forward; even if that was not true of the past.
It’s having the insight to ask when she needs some outside help.
But it’s hard.
It doesn’t come naturally.
It requires forethought; insight.
Trust.
And she forgets, often.
She can count the people on one hand who she trusts with this, and only one is living with her.
It means that the onus for her living and moving forward, falls to him, and it’s a horrible feeling of debt.
She doesn’t want to make his living life harder.
Though she knows she does.
Natasha sighs.
The sunrise breaks through the window, and she revels in the warmth.
Small things. Small joys.
Clint keeps saying it, and now the small voice in her head agrees, and holds her accountable.
Small joys.
She focuses on the sounds of the coffee machine, hoping it wafts to wake Clint. Opening the door, the sounds of the waves brings the smallest of smiles to her face.
Good things.
She remembers having a conversation with Tony that when he doesn’t feel good, Dummy puts all the good things of the world on his screen.
Every time he unlocks or looks at a screen, there’s something else that makes him think that the world isn’t so bad.
She’d taken it on as a core memory, and tried to factor it in. When the world seemed bleak, when she couldn’t find reasons to get out of bed, when there seemed to be so much bad happening, it was something she always thought about.
She sips the ready made coffee, and swallows the fire heat down. Still trying to find pleasures in eating and drinking, she knows coffee is one way in.
The warm drink hits her stomach, and she realises that she hasn’t really had much in her the last day. It brings a nauseousness. The feeling, disorienting as she sits.
The day had started well but she feels the deterioration, the growth of despair clouding her mind as the feeling gives her a flash to the start of her sickness.
The emotions gives way to a sense memory, ugly in its feeling.
The moment she’d entered her apartment and seen Liho, feeling generally unwell, nauseous, dizzy and headachy.
She sits, waiting for the feeling to pass, breathing deeply, heavily.
‘I’m okay.’
The words whispered as she tries to ground herself. The sea. The warmth of the mug.
The pain in her head.
The bile in her throat.
The ocean waves.
The salt of the air.
Vomit.
The grip of her hands on the fabric of the couch.
She needs to find Clint.
Embarrassment at the sick on the bench, she’s furthered into fear that she’s not okay.
Tony, the red room, Jace, it was all for nothing.
There’s an existential dread that pulls at her.
And now Dreykov is dead, no one can save her.
Furiously, she cleans the small pile of vomit, and tries not to throw up again.
What if, her days are numbered? What can she do with her days?
The thought makes her numb.
She has too much red in her ledger.
Clint.
Stumbling, she moves back to their bedroom, crawls into bed and tightens her eyes closed, silent tears on her face as Clint, oblivious to the pain in her stomach and thoughts in her head, hugs her back and pulls her close.
He asks her questions when he wakes.
Tears dried on her face, she can’t shake the fear of being sick still. Her answers are short, the look on his face, worrying.
She needs a day or so; she’d already grieved this life the first time round, so it’s admittedly self indulgent, but it’s something she can’t shake.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers to the room he’s not in.
There’s a loss of time.
Fingers dig into her palm.
She’s not ready to die.
She doesn’t want to die.
The television plays and she watches it without discrimination.
She can hear Clint on the phone.
What if?
She’s dying.
It doesn’t matter that she’s feeling better, doesn’t feel the same as she did hours ago.
Her mind has convinced her that it didn’t work.
Clint returns, and announces he has Tony on the phone.
If she tells them together, maybe the confession won’t be as hard. Two of the people she loves and trusts. Maybe the only two who might understand.
They fought so hard to save her.
Clint speaks.
Slowly, softly, turns the television down so there’s just pictures moving on the screen.
Good things.
He tells her good things.
The oryx.
Germany.
Immunotherapy advances.
Jace.
Widows.
Licking her lips, she starts to come back to equilibrium.
Clint and Tony are right.
Small joys, good things.
If she’s dying she wants to know what they are.
“I think I’m dying,” she whispers to Clint.
He touches her face gently.
“No,” he says softly, “my solnyshko, it’s done, it’s finished.”
He makes her look at him.
“All the tests say you’re doing well. Trust me, trust them.”
Sad eyes look to him.
“Solnyshko?”
He smiles.
“I’ve been practicing. It means..”
“Little sun, I know.”
He nods, “of course.”
She rests her head on his shoulder.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
He kisses the top of her head.
“It’ll get better, Nat, I promise. It always does.”
She hopes so, she doesn’t want to have to rely on him for everything. It makes her feel less than, and a burden.
The television continues and he hugs her close.
“It’s okay,” he repeats.
Natasha nods.
“Thank you, golubka.”
She looks up to him and smiles shallowly.
“Little pigeon?”
She kisses him and presses her forehead against his head.
“Little pigeon.”
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#bwfest2023#lebybb#natasha romanoff#natasha romanov fic#clintasha#black widow#clint barton#my fic#hawkeye#natasha romanoff fic#clintasha fanfiction#clintasha fanfic#marvel fic#clintasha fic#whumptober2022
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“Please, Clint. Please don’t let them hurt me!” Natasha cries burying her face into his chest.
“Please, Clint. Please don’t let them hurt me!” Natasha cries burying her face into his chest.
It happens anyway, the inevitability of nameless agents, pulling her away from him, and pulling him away from her.
Her screams filter through, and he yells after her.
“I’ll come for you,” he shouts, “you hear me!?”
He repeats it over and over.
His body is hot, sweat pools on his back, and suddenly, he’s not there.
The dream, now unreality, as his keens softly to himself.
Worst nightmares of her being taken away.
Breathing heavily, he reaches across and touches her warm body, the screams and wrenching subsiding from his subconscious.
Sitting up in bed, he makes himself take a deep breath and stand.
“Clint?”
Her soft voice pierces the darkness.
“Shh, go back to sleep,” he mutters.
And for once she does.
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@adorationamy thank you <3 - this one allowed me to think of a scene from the hunger games (with Katniss and Peeta).
Ask game - send a first line and I’ll write the next couple.
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Ask Box Game - Song Lyrics (short fic) part one
@firlalaith - Silent Night (Clint/Nat)
@melanieslocationsandpassions - Bones by Equinox (Clint/Nat)
@broken--bow - Labyrinth - Taylor Swift (Clint and Yelena)
@millenniallust4death - Blue on Black - Kenny Wayne Shepherd Band (Nat and Tony)
@adorationamy In my Dreams - Christy Altomare (Natasha)
@millenniallust4death Name - Goo Goo Dolls (Steve Rogers)
@eatsleepreadance1 / @unlivedtenderness - Could’ve, Should’ve, Would’ve- Taylor Swift (Natasha/Red Room)
#part two with the rest of the fic will be done in the next couple of weeks#work got me good#thank you for everyone who sent them through#I have I think about 8 which I hopefully will get to!#clintasha#natasha romanoff#black widow#clint barton#my fic#hawkeye#natasha romanoff fic#tony stark#clintasha fanfiction
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Natasha Romanoff Masterlist of Fic Recs - Version 2.0 - Page 3
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Updated June 2021
This is not an exhaustive list (and in no order whatsoever) of the brilliant fic that is out there. Please let me know of any i have missed or any recs to put in and I will endeavour to add it. I have not included warnings or ratings. Please make sure you look at the tags, judge for yourself and as always take care of yourself first. (16 authors under the cut)
Andibeth @isjustprogress
Dialogue of Self and Soul - 7-7 series - Clint/Nat - Natasha unexpectedly gets pregnant, but everyone knows that assassins can’t be mothers. // Set Post Avengers: the story a spy who wasn’t made for parenthood, and the journey it takes to go from one extreme to the other.
I took a heavenly ride through your silence - POST ENDGAME - Natasha dies but wakes up in 2012. CLint/Nat/Laura 1/1
Though I play at the edges of knowing - Clint/nat. Post Infinity war - five times Natasha looked back on her past - 1/1
Winter in the Pub - Natasha/Nebula - drinks in the pub. If only they knew how alike they are. 1/1
Pour like Honey, through the darkness - Nat/Bucky/Clint - comicverse natasha fakes her own death. 1/1
Like a shadow or a friend - Nat/Clint - asexual Natasha navigating the brave new world of shield - 1/1
That would be enough - Natasha/Barton family - one shots/prompts assorted. 57/?
The war can’t touch us here - Nat/Clint/Laura/Maria/Steve - Natasha is born in war but saved by others. 1/1
Laura Barton’s House for Wayward Trauma Survivors - Nat/Laura/Wanda/Bucky/Clint - What do you mean, bringing a few guests?” Laura asks suspiciously. 1/1
We will light up the sky as we burn it down - Clint/Nat - meet me in Montauk. Nothing is ever as bad as it seems. 1/1
We are not all that stares back. Clint/Nat - tell me something true. Natasha holds onto words he tells her.
And this is how you keep her - Nat/Clint - Natasha helps Clint heal after the avengers 1/1
If we are not spies - Nat/Clint - she’s been running, but he finds her. 1/1
Synergy - Clint/Nat - five times they spent New Year’s Eve together . 6/6
And when we’re there we’ll belong. Series - Clint, Laura and Natasha: a family’s journey, and the long (and sometimes winding) road to love. [Reading order:]
⁃i. i love only that which they defend (main storyline) 1/1
⁃ii. til the clocks run down (expanded main storyline – can be read independently but does slot into the main fic in certain ways, specifically in regards to scene placement, timing, and assumed character knowledge)til the clocks run down 21/21
⁃iii. for the half of ourselves we have lost (post age of ultron, pre/post civil war) for the half of ourselves we have lost 19/19
⁃iv. how to feel a tranquil life (post infinity war)how to feel a tranquil life 11/11
⁃v. moments [the world can’t stop us] (timestamps for clint, nat and laura for this universe, can be read independently of previous three stories) 7/7
Dancing in the dark turmoil - Clint/Nat - if anyone can find this link?? (You’re my best friend. When was I not?)
Shellybelle @geniusorinsanity
Nor we need power or splendour- Clint/Nat/Laura - a powerful look at the Clint/Nat/Laura - and how they fit together given all pasts and trauma. 18/18
If the two were one - Clint/Nat/Team - five times the team found out Clint/Nat were married - 1/1
All the transparence (in shades of red) - Clint/Nat - Clint’s broken after Loki. Natasha meets him in buffalo. 1/1
If you let me through the door, we can let the world in - tony/team. Tony built the tower - for his friends. 1/1
Like a clock in a thunderstorm - Clint/Nat - thunderstorms and confessions - 1/1
Conversations by other means - Clint/Nat - fight and a good fuck - 1/1
A gift like joy - Clint/Nat - Clint comforts Natasha (non-sexually) after a mission requires her to sleep with someone for information. 1/1
Rarely short on caring - Claire Temple /various superhero’s - Caring for others is not always so hard.
No matter what she tells you - Natasha - 5 lies Natasha tells. 1/1
Eiluned @eiluned
Read all the smut. Seriously.
Troika series - Clint/Nat/Darcy - the deliciousness of smut - 8/8
underneath and unexplored - Nat/Clint - progression of Natasha’s emotions in 5 parts. 1/1
We make a life by what we give - Clint/Nat - Christmas Celebrations - 1/1
Play it by ear - Clint/Nat - Natasha has a secret, she loves Clint. 1/1
Know Thyself - Clint/Nat - after shield collapses, Natasha searches for who she is.
The Cat - Clint/Nat - Natasha is stealthy like a cat. 1/1
Two Solitudes - Clint/Nat - Natasha knows Clint. Trust with secrets leads to more. 1/1
Heart Hides a Secret - Clint/Nat - series of 3 one shots.
Five Times Clint and Natasha Slept Together (and the First Time They Slept Together) - Clint/Nat - 5+1 1/1
Scribblemyname @scribblemyname
Merry Russian Christmas - Maria/Nat - Maria wants Natasha as a friend - 1/1
Shall we dance? Clint/Nat - clint took a chance in saving Nat. She wants to find him to say 1/1
Learning Natasha (again) - Natasha/team - Natasha learns how to be around people - 1/1
They died with me - Clint/Nat - Clint says I love you, Natasha responds. 1/1
Remind me how to breathe - Nat/Clint - Natasha has a miscarriage, Clint needs her to live for him. 1/1
Deep in the throes - Maria/Natasha - Maria helps to reprogram Natasha. They become friends. 1/1
For better or for worse - Clint/Nat - they’ve seen each other at their worst. 1/1
Mitigation - Clint/Bobbi/Nat - brainwashing makes strange bedfellows - 3/3
Good with strays - Clint/Nat/Laura - Clint brings Natasha to the farm. Laura is the link to bring her to shield. 1/1
Crazy4Orcas @crazy4orcas
Underneath it all - Clint/Nat - Clint learns about Natasha’s moods through the clothes she wears - 1/1
Just what the doctor ordered - Barton thinks Natasha is perfect. 1/1
Twelve days of Clintasha (with @cassiesinsanity) - 12 days of Christmas Clint/Nat Style.
Kiss and Run - Clint/Nat - Natasha runs after a kiss. 1/1
Arukou @arukou-arukou
Loop - Clint/Nat - even free of the red room she’s not free of the handcuffs - 1/1
That One Blind Writer - @that-one-blind-writer
Tumblr for the one shots which range from Clint/Nat to Bucky/Nat
Spectral archers @spectralarchers
cute morning texts - Nat/Clint- Natasha sends Clint texts in the morning. Clint doesn’t do mornings - 1/1
Swallow your soul - Clint/Laura Clint/Nat - Clint’s past comes to haunt him.
Wildechilde17 @transparentlyfallingasleep
In the marketplace or the Main Street you are mine - Clint/Nat - one shots of Clint/Nat - men and women loving each other without being totally derailed by it. 66/66
Flipflop_diva
If it takes three - Clint/Nat/Laura - so the thing is Clint and Nat accidentally got married. Laura’s ok with this. 1/1
If I be worthy (how can this be)- Natasha/Shuri - pre and post iw- Thor’s hammer -1/1
And in the end I’ll always be there - Nat/Tony - he’ll always find her - 1/1
The ties that bind - Clint/Nat/Laura - three decades of Natashas’ life. 3/3- can be read as 1 shots
The hardest thing, this decision I made - Steve/Natasha - Natasha has an abortion - 1/1
On this sleepless night - Tony/Nat - they both can’t sleep, he tries to figure out why she’s not asleep - 1/1
Nowhere to turn except in your arms- Nat/Steve/Tony - 1/1
Miss Jeeves
any way I do - team - tony discovers Clint/Nat got married.
Unbreakable92
warm me by your fire - Bruce/Nat - Natasha needs the warmth she has searched for so long more than ever when a kidnapping brings some violent flashbacks to the forefront.
Miss adoration @adorationamy
aftershock - Natasha/Clint- scenes after natashas brain scramble in ultron - 1/1
Builder @builder051
Nat on Fire Series - Natasha has crap coping mechanisms but she’s surviving the only way she knows how. 19/?
Creedless Assassins Series - Natasha and Clint as they make their way through. 10/?
Mohini @mohini-musing
Coming Home Series - Natasha is taken care of by Clint and Laura. 6/? Clint/Nat/Laura
Salamander
Fragments - Clint/Nat/Laura - “I know you.” “Do you?” Clint takes Natasha somewhere safe. 1/1
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“Uh that’s not going to happen. Not for awhile”
(From the Age of Ultron when Clint finds Nat on the staircase.
“Uh that’s not going to happen. Not for awhile,” Clint responds into the ear piece.
Panic curls in his gut, out of all the things Natasha has been through, he wonders what images her brain is supplying now. Nothing good, he thinks. The quietest whimper breaks through her lips and he doesn’t know what to say.
Taking a chance, he cups her face, trying to get her eyes on him, something; anything that will orient her to him; to get them out alive.
“I don’t want to,” she whispers.
He wants to tell the others to shut up, the chatter on comms too loud.
“Come on,” he whispers back, “I’ve got you.”
(Ohhh good one @adorationamy - I forget that there’s lots from aou that I liked. Thank you!)
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Rule number one: NEVER wake a sleeping Natasha.
Rule number one: NEVER wake a sleeping Natasha.
Clint knows.
Steve knows.
Tony should know. But, as they descend into the avengers tower he forgets she’s asleep and sets AC/DC to play as they land.
Everyone startles as the guitar riff blasts through the speaker and Natasha stands holding her knife.
Anger, that isn’t concealed is clear on her face. And it’s all directed at Stark.
Clint and Steve make eye contact as both busy themselves with little tasks as Natasha rounds on Tony.
“I’m sorry!” He exclaims, “I didn’t mean…”
But they never know what he didn’t mean as he runs out to the hanger and Natasha gives chase.
Clint shrugs, “at least it wasn’t us,” he says to Steve, who nods serenely.
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Thanks @adorationamy :)
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All of the short ask prompts (from this ask game)
**To Everyone who’s sent one in, on anon or not; this round or last, I really appreciate it, these short snippets only work because of you.
Thank you for letting me borrow your words and making them into short fics. If there’s ever any that you want longer; let me know, I’d consider it. Thanks legends!
(Round Two)
Yelena really tried to get a grip of her sister, but her loud sobs was already telling her enough, Natasha was definitely somewhere else in her head. (Anon)
Rule number one: NEVER wake a sleeping Natasha. @adorationamy
"Natasha" Clint says firmly reaching into the cupboard above his head "Your better than this" He pulls out of his mug and places it down waiting out her cold silence. "What?!" he continues zoning in on the coffee snuggled away in the cupboard above Natasha's head "Your not going to fight me?" Without thinking he reaches towering over the smaller assassin. She flinches. @redbirdbella
They sit on the wrecked, likely unstable Stark Tower balcony, alcohol in hand. “Clint.” Just tell him. He turns to her. “I— uh.” He tilts his head. Spit it out. “It’s Coulson—.” @mellifluous-affection
"Welcome Ladies, Gentleman - Assassin's" Tony says with a pointed look towards Clint and Natasha, "to Stark Institutes newest venture. Rushman and Co Legal Services, Soon to be America's biggest and best of pro bono legal aid" @redbirdbella
“You have to stop,” Natasha pleaded, the words coming out in a shaky whisper. “Please, Clint, you have to stop.” @agentsofpuppies
She hated herself for feeling this way, the way her past always crept up her neck. She pulled her knees up to her chest in a poor attempt to hide from the world. (Anon)
"Clint," she whispered, snuggled into his side, "I think I need to go back to the psychiatrist" (Anon)
She needs him now, needs him more than she needs air to breath, and that in itself was suffocating. @nymphadoraromanoff
It's not like she wanted to spend the night in Paris, yet here she is. @spectralarchers
She wasn’t made for this. @greyflannelcat
“Just breathe.” She did everything but. “I’m fine—.” “Nat, you just blew up your past ten minutes ago.” Her throat ached with despair as it swallowed the lying retort, she was not ok. @mellifluous-affection
“It was the burnt orange bean bag chair that did it, in the end it was as simple as that.” @transparentlyfallingasleep
She felt it happening again, surrounded by her team, she felt the panic rising. (Anon)
Round One (under the cut).
"And you're absolutely sure that you aren't going to flip a switch and kill all of us?" (Anon)
His lips feel dry. His legs feel sore. His forehead is throbbing. But everything is nothing because she’s slumped against the wall, leaning next to him, half conscious.
She’s walking down the street, coffee in hand, Yelena walking beside her. That’s when she sees the old-fashioned car zooming up the street with a dark haired -was it a teenager?- hanging outside of the window, blowing arrows as easy as air. @mellifluous-affection (and the one above)
She takes her makeup off, revealing dark ring under her eyes. "You haven't been sleeping" he states, nearly an accusation. She merely shrugs. (Anon)
She doesn't even notice the tears until he gently wipes them away. @greyflannelcat
“You’ve got to do better than that if you want to fool me.” Fury grumbled towards the two agents. (Anon)
"Tasha" Clint starts sleep melting from his voice with every syllable "What exactly happened last night?" (Anon)
“I’m going to kill you Clint Barton!” Natasha hissed through gritted teeth as her suit lay on the ground with visible teeth marks from a familiar canine. (Anon) + follow up (rec’ed by @thoughtfulmilkshakeface )
“Wait! Natalia.” The redhead looked back at him. Her eyes hurt, the first emotion he’d seen from her since the two months ago from where he first met her. “I know you think—.” She stepped forward, a finger shakily raised. “No. You have no idea who I am Clint Barton. You don’t know anything.” She snarled. (Anon)
"It had only been a month, but it had felt like a lifetime, a lifetime of waiting for her mission to end." (Anon)
Yelena hurried to sneak past Natasha, but stopped in her tracks when she heard her sister say, "What happened to your face?" @wolferine
He's lead down the dim corridor following the trainer, one of Natasha's favourites. "Things have changed alot around here" the trainer starts, opening door. @redbirdbella
They were arguing again, Laura just couldn't watch her husband kill himself slowly "Clint look at you, you are overworked and exhausted, you need to rest and take better care of yourself!" - "Don't tell me what to do Natasha!" Clint raised his head to look at his wife the moment he realized his words. (Anon)
"Nat" Clint whispers leaning against the door with a sigh, he's fucked up and he knows it "I'm sorry- Let me help, Please" @redbirdbella
'There were 9 men in this room who shouldn’t be, Natasha knew because she’d counted them.' @vancityfire13
“What was that? You could’ve gotten us killed!” Natasha snaps, following him off the QuinJet ramp. Clint ignored her frustration, focusing on his as he clenched his fists on his bow and strap of his duffle bag. (Anon)
“Romanoff, you never returned to your floor last night when you two got back from your mission. Mind telling us your whereabouts?” Stark teases as Clint fills up two cups of coffee. (Anon)
“Where’d you get the kid?” Natasha asks, narrowing her eyes at the dark haired girl. “Katie’s not a kid… I think.” Clint trails off defensively, still heated tension from the past layering their conversation. (Anon)
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Follow up as requested by @adorationamy
(Follow up to this fic:) https://justsomeclintasha.tumblr.com/post/663962683289288704/natasha-her-eyes-fluttered-open-and-she
“No.” She eyes the machine warily, arms crossed over her chest.
“Nat, you were almost crushed by a building.”
“And I feel fine.”
“I know your nervous-“
“I’m not nervous-“
“-but I just want to make sure you’re okay. I’ll be right here.” She doesn’t hide her displeasure, but he can see a little bit of give in her eyes. She nods. The medical tech directs her to lay down and she stares at the ceiling tiles.
“This will be quick. It will only take about ten minutes. It’s very important not to move. Clint, we have to leave the room but there is a microphone and you two can talk.” With a squeeze of her shoulder, her archer is gone, the tech following behind him. She blinks as the platform she’s laying on begins to slide forward.
“You alright?”
“Fine.” She sucks in a deep breath as the machine comes into view above her head. She’s not fine. It’s closer than she expected and it’s loud. Suddenly she’s inside and it’s like being trapped in the rubble all over again, concrete in front of her face, dust settling around her. She forces herself to stay still. “Clint?”
“Right here. You’re okay. Close your eyes.” She squeezes them shut, panic filling her chest. The machine clangs.
“I can’t breathe.” Her voice cracks, desperate to get out. “I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe.” She doesn’t care that the tech can hear her.
“Natasha, inhale. Listen to my voice. One, two, three. Hold. Exhale, one, two, three.” She follows his guides, trying to focus on breathing.
“Almost done,” the tech reassures. She inhales. Holds. Exhales. Repeat. Repeat. Finally the platform is sliding out of the machine and Clint is back in the room, moving to her as she sits up. She pushes him away, wiping her damp cheeks angrily as she bolts outside.
XXXXX
He finds her sitting on a bench outside, trying to bore a hole in the sidewalk with her eyes. “The scans came back normal. You’re all clear.”
“I told you,” she bites back. He doesn’t say anything. She’s quiet on the drive home, silent through dinner, and this wasn’t how he wanted the night to go. “It’s not like I haven’t been in small spaces before.” Her words cut into his thoughts and he looks to her on the other side of the couch. She sounds irritated with herself. “I can handle it.”
“I know.” She hates the understanding in his voice. Without another word, she gets up and walks into their room.
XXXXX
He decides to give her space and sleep on the couch. It’s not him she’s mad at- he knows this. He’s barely closed his eyes when he hears her stir, his hand already on the doorknob by the time she’s thrashing under the covers. She flings them off her face, her chest heaving as she sits up and tries to find air in the room. When she looks at him, there’s pure panic in her eyes. She throws the blankets on the floor, shoving past him and running out into the corridor of the tower, up the stairwell. She collapses to her knees on the roof. She vaguely registers his footsteps behind her. He steps into view next to her. He doesn’t touch her.
“What is wrong with me?” she chokes out. Her hand clutches her T-shirt over her chest. Even the soft fabric seems too restricting.
“Nothing is wrong with you, Nat. You almost died. You had a traumatic experience.”
“I’ve been through worse.”
“It’s not a competition.”
“It’s stupid. It’s irrational.”
“It’s justified.”
“It’s weak. I’m not weak. I’m not. You know I’ve had worse.”
“It’s still not a competition.”
“Can’t show weakness. Weakness gets you killed. Weakness-“
“Stop.” She bites her lip, swallowing her words at the soft insistence in his tone. “You’re not her.. you’re Natasha.” She closes her eyes and forces a deep breath, trying to make it sink in. “Wait here.” His lips press to the top of her head in a soft kiss. She opens her eyes again when she hears him return. He dumps an armful of blankets and pillows on the rooftop next to her. “We’re going to sleep out here tonight. Nice and open. Lots of space.”
“You’re crazy,” she mumbles, but she can’t stop the smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. He arranges the blankets and pats the spot next to him when he’s satisfied. She snuggles in next to him. The blankets do little to cushion the concrete below them, but they’ve slept on worse and she doesn’t care. His arms wrap around her and she takes another deep inhale of the warm night air.
She doesn’t remember falling asleep. It feels like minutes have passed when she opens her eyes, but the soft streaks of sunlight just starting to come up over the horizon tell her otherwise. She stretches slightly.
“Good morning,” Clint mumbles against her hair. His voice is gravelly, traces of sleep coating the edges. His hand lazily rubs circles on her back. “You okay?”
“I’m okay.” He pulls back slightly to look in her eyes. She kisses him, an unspoken thank you.
“We can watch the sunrise and I’ll make breakfast?” With a contented sigh, she settles back into his arms
“Sounds perfect.”
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Thanks @adorationamy :)
Natasha sits in the edge of the bed, and empties the contents of her bag on her bed. The phone is the one thing she can’t stop staring at.
Loneliness hits her as she thinks of all of those lost along the way, all the girls that were killed or died because of circumstances beyond her control. The more she thinks on it, the deeper the pit becomes and she can feel herself slipping.
Almost against her better instincts, she hits the one number in the call log.
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