Not mine. Saw it on Facebook jad to share.
[After Tony comes out as bisexual]
Steve: How long have you known?
Tony: Since seventh grade. I was watching “Saved by the Bell” and I thought, Zack Morris is hot. And then I thought Lisa Turtle, also hot.
Clint: The fact that the words Kelly and Kapowski didn’t just come out of your mouth is lunacy.
I wrote this on a Friday night after getting emotional while listening to my Clintnat playlist as one does, and then I went to Disneyland yesterday and saw a set of Clintasha action figures that reminded me to publish this :)
I own… literally nothing. Not the characters, not the places, and the title is borrowed from Paramore’s The Only Exception.
The common room of the Tower is only illuminated by the few lights left outside, mostly from neon bar signs or office skyscrapers. He finds her huddled on the couch, facing the glass windows that overlook the (not quite) sleeping city, but she had no doubt heard him come in. He sets down his bags gently, racks his mind for a way to quickly hide the cuts all over his arms and fails to think of one, and braces himself as she turns.
Top Five comic book relationships
1. Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanoff
2. Clint Barton/Bobbi Morse
3. Steve Rogers/Sharon Carter (MCU did them dirty, Brubaker’s run was amazing)
4. Natasha Romanoff/Alexei Shostakov
5. Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff
Clint, getting shot: ah!
Natasha, shooting down the baddie who shot Clint: ANIMAL ABUSE!
The uncharacteristically quiet voice makes him turn quickly. He hadn’t heard anyone approach and it startled him, “Jesus Christ, we need to put a fucking bell around your neck,” he snapped.
You wince at the harshness of his tone. “S-sorry. I- We- we’re the only ones here,” you stutter, “I- I-I-”
“Spit it out,” he rushed, glowering at you.
Giving is Natasha. She’s definitely one of the most dominant, and that level of dragging things out and teasing is well up there for her favorite things to do.
As with everything submissive, Clint is the most into being edged. He’s absolutely the most submissive sexually of the Avengers and this is one of his big likes. Especially if he has to beg for his release.
The Tower: The Queen of Asgard
An Avengers Fanfic
Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)
Word Count: 2271
Warnings: injuries, smut (MF, oral and vaginal sex)
Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man. When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.
Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood. While others expect Thor to make things more official. What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.
Author’s Note: Written with the very, very doomed @avengerscompound
Chapter 18: The Celebrations
After bathing Thor, Steve and Bucky helped him to the bedroom. I followed after and toweled both of us off and I put on a very simple slip dress over nothing. Sam and Bruce joined us to help patch up Thor who was still trying to fight the fact he needed help, though thankfully not as hard.
Bruce was very green around the edges and each time he spoke it was accompanied by a deep grunt that was definitely not him, but rather the Hulk wanting to push through.
Pairing: Country Star!Bucky x Country Star!OFC
Warning(s): Angst & Fluff
Word Count: 2,954
Info: This series has been running around my brain for forever, like over a year, so here it is. This is for @the-omni-princess 1k Writing Challenge, I grabbed Celebrity AU. Please forgive me for having it be 2 days late, being sick and just having a laptop that doesn’t quite like me hasn’t helped me get this done on time. I do not know lawyer-speak or contract speak for that matter, so please do not come after me or my friend @stormygedd0nthespaz who helped me with this. Thank you!
Synopsis: What do you do when the man who holds your career comes to you with an ultimatum, that not only affects you but the lives around you? That is what is happening for Sparrow Lake, she thought she would start 2020 with just her close friends and family, but when Tony Stark shows up at her family’s Smokey Mountain home, with fellow country star Bucky Barnes and their manager, that was not going to happen.
I kind of want to write Marc Spector/Clint Barton but I’m not sure I’m mentally prepared for that much disaster energy in one ship.
After 5 years of domestic bliss, Katie’s fear that their peace will one day be shattered is realised following the reappearance of a familiar face, one the Avengers thought lost for ever in The Snap. Suddenly they find themselves facing the very real possibility that there may be a way to undo Thanos’ actions and bring back everyone lost to The Decimation.
The original Avengers re-unite and along with Rhodey, Rocket, Nebula and Scott Lang they embark on the fight of their lives. But, when you mess with time it tends to mess back…
Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark
Katie walked over to the dresser in Nat’s room and smiled at the photos. There were a few shots, one of her with Clint, Laura and the Kids, one of her, Katie and Pepper at Tony’s wedding, but it was the biggest one that Katie reached out to pick up. It was a photo that Katie had taken in her and Steve’s back garden a few months before on Jamie’s 3rd birthday. Nat had Jamie balanced on her hip and Emmy to her other side, hand round the teens shoulder. She was smiling, happily at the camera, almost like she had no care in the world.
“Hey.” A soft voice said behind her and she turned
to look at Steve. He was already dressed in his Captain America suit. “I’m not
even gonna ask how you got in here.”
“I already had access.” Katie said, replacing the photo “She had access to ours as well, although she never used it much, especially not after that time she walked in on us on the couch and got an eyeful of your ass going 10 to the-“
“Yeah, yeah, I remember…” he snorted, leaning on the doorframe, the pink tinge spreading up his neck to his cheeks as he recalled the incident. There had been a lot of yelling, shrieks, giggles and one strategically placed throw cushion as he had stood up and reversed hastily to the bedroom out of view. “She told me she needed 4 bottles of bleach for her eyeballs after that.”
Katie sniggered before she sighed. “I miss her Steve.”
“I know baby.” he said gently, walking into the room and she melted into his
arms. “I wish I could tell you it goes away but it doesn’t. You just learn to
live with it. I promise it will get easier though.”
Katie smiled at his words. She knew full well what living with grief was like, they’d done it enough over the past 5 years but he wasn’t trying to be patronising, merely trying to lend her some comfort and she loved him for that.
“Given that Halloween isn’t for another 3 months or so I take it you’re dressed in your Spangles for a reason?” she pulled back and he nodded.
“We’re ready.” he said, giving her a significant look.
Katie let out a breath. They’d been working on the gauntlet now for the past few weeks since their mission to get the stones had been successful. The team of Thor, Rocket, Tony and Banner all spending hours at a time in the lab. Given that the Time and Soul stones were the only ones they had in their true gem form that had been the first challenge. Some had been easy, all they had to do was smash open the various items they were contained within- namely the Tesseract, Sceptre and Orb. But even that had to be done in a controlled way so no stone was damaged or disturbed. Then, a slightly trickier task, they’d had to figure out how to solidify the Aether. Thor had been extremely nervous about this given his history with it and how it was able to “consume” people it decided to use as hosts. After days of brainstorming and various ideas they dismissed, Tony had come up with the idea of using the 3D printer to create a vessel, using a scan of one of the other stones. That had been what they were working on more recently, and had obviously been successful.
“Wow.” Katie said, “So, err…it’s time?”
Steve nodded “Everyone’s suiting up and we’re gonna meet in the lab.” he nodded to the photos on the side. “ Then we can make her sacrifice worthwhile.”
Katie followed his eye line and nodded. “Yeah, I’ll
go grab my suit.”
He bent down to give her a soft peck on the lips and watched her go before he turned back to cast a cursory glance around the room. It was a little untidy, but that had been Nat all over “organised chaos” she had described her nature as.
“You weren’t wrong Widow.” Steve said gently, before he turned and shut the door behind him, striding back to the lab.
Hawkeye #8 by Matt Fraction
Clint feels larger than life.
He’s head and shoulders above most people in crowds. He stretches his legs out on the subway and nearly blocks the whole train. His shoulders take up a seat and a half, most places. Sometime he bangs his head on doorways.
Everyone notices him. Some people are nervous around him. Some are admiring, maybe. Some are laughing at him, at least in their heads, or in his head.
He feels larger than life, and not in a good way.
He works with it. He’s always been like this, so he knows what to do with it. If he’s going to be the centre of attention anyway, he grabs it, uses it, jokes and makes stupid too loud comments when other people are talking and turns his life into a show. Sometimes—like for a few decades straight—he doesn’t know what to do without it, shoves his way out of the background for better or for worse. (He never used to be in the background at all, before he started hanging out with superheroes. He was always front and centre, whether on stage or in a police lineup.)
And sometimes he comes home and closes all the shitty apartment blinds and lies there in the dark, maybe drinking, until he can accept that it’s over, it’s done for the day, no one’s looking at him.
But he does hang out with superheroes now. And he’s getting older. And sometimes, now, the spotlight seems to be somewhere else, on Natasha or Kate or one of her friends. And sometimes he even manages to accept that. He can leave it there, support and give backup and let someone else take the lead. Sometimes—most of the time—these days, he doesn’t need hours every evening to turn off the smart remarks and the showmanship and the absolute prickling certainty that someone is watching his every move. He can just lie back and be. He can have downtime. Lucky helps. It’s nice.
Sometimes, rarely, it even works with someone else in the room.
Clint: You wanna know something life-changing?
Y/N: Let’s hear it.
Clint: In-N-Out just opened up right down the street.