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Hey! I love your blog! I was wondering if you’re still doing the soft angst prompts if you could possible do one for Steve/Nat with “I wasn’t ready to say goodbye” ☺️
from anonymous: are you still doing the prompts? would love for you to do ‘i wasn’t ready to say goodbye.’ ❤️
this one has also been in my inbox for five thousand years and i am also very sorry it took this long ok here we go
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The air feels different as they eat at Sam’s table.
Natasha’s wolfing down eggs and waffles like she hasn’t eaten in days, and as Steve works slowly through his own heaping breakfast plate, he wonders if she notices it too.
It’s lighter, somehow, like their conversation in the guest room had cleared some of the unspoken fog between them. And despite everything, despite the metaphorical bomb about HYDRA infiltrating SHIELD and the literal bomb that had nearly killed both of them, he feels more secure about their partnership than ever before.
He wonders, as they shoo Sam out of the kitchen and wash the dishes side-by-side, just what it could become. If putting more out in the open could help it reach its full potential, whatever that might be.
“You asked me, earlier,” he ventures, clearing his throat, “Who the woman in that picture was.”
The sponge stills in her hand.
“Her name was Peggy Carter.”
Natasha turns the faucet off before turning to look at him. “I know,” she says, almost hesitantly. “But who was she to you?”
There is a moment of silence before he answers. “She wasn’t—not a girlfriend, really. A first love, maybe. But I went in the ice before anything could happen, so—”
“That’s rough,” she says softly.
“I think it’s mostly painful because of what she represents, you know? She’s always going to be my biggest what if—what if I hadn’t crashed? What if I’d found another way? What if I had lived through the sixty years I slept through?”
He sighs. “I guess I just—I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. To that world, to that life, to her.”
A faint, sad smile makes its way onto her face.
“No,” she says. “We never are.”
He meets her eyes, and something shifts in his gut as he does.
“Did you ever have something like that?”
“Yeah,” she says, almost wearily, as she turns back toward the sink. “SHIELD.”
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Steve is standing on a bridge, gazing at the endless expanse of water before him, when she comes to find him.
He does not return the small smile she gives him.
“If you’re going to tell me that I might have to kill him,” he says shortly, “You can save it. Sam’s already given me that speech.”
“I’m not,” she murmurs. “I just wanted to say—I’m sorry. About Bucky.”
Steve sighs, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’m sorry he almost shot your shoulder off.”
Natasha shrugs, leaning forward to rest her arms on the railing. “You’re not the only one he means something to, you know.”
He looks over at that, watching her study the water in front of them. He wonders if the scar that is forming on her shoulder will match the one on her abdomen, if it will be as painful a reminder to her as it is to him.
“You went to the museum,” he guesses.
“A while ago, but yeah.”
“Learn anything?”
Her gaze flickers briefly toward him before she answers. “Some. Not about me, but about who he used to be. It helped me make sense of the James I knew, I guess.”
He hums, and he lets the silence linger between them for a moment before speaking again.
“I wasn’t ready to say goodbye, back then. And I would rather not have to now, either.”
“Yeah,” she says softly. “Me either.”
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He tries not to sob as Natasha walks up the aisle toward him, her footsteps echoing in the empty chamber.
It is hauntingly terrible, Steve thinks, that a room used for a commemoration of life just moments ago could empty out so quickly.
She opens her mouth to say something, but Steve suddenly feels an overwhelming urge to speak first, to do something other than recall the way that casket felt against his hands.
“When I came out of the ice,” he says, trying to control the shake in his voice, “I thought everyone I’d known was gone. Then I found out she was alive, and—I was just lucky to have her.”
The corner of her mouth ticks up into a small, comforting smile. “She had you back, too.”
His jaw clenches as he looks down at the floor, and she shifts in front of him.
“After everything that happened with SHIELD, during my little hiatus—I went back to Russia and tried to find my parents.”
His heart gives a small, dull lurch as he looks up.
Natasha gives her head a little shake, and a stone drops in his stomach. “Two little gravestones by a chain-linked fence. I pulled some weeds and left some flowers.”
She exhales shakily, and he waits for her to finish. “I’m just trying to say—we have what we have when we have it.”
Her voice is thin, with both her own pain and his, and suddenly he is done talking about this.
“Who else signed?” he asks brusquely, trying to ignore the hurt that flashes through her eyes.
She sighs, and he feels slightly guilty at the relief that comes with her lack of protest. “Tony, Rhodey, Vision.”
“Clint?”
“Says he’s retired,” she says flatly, and her eyes flick downward in a way that tells Steve she may be less than happy with that decision.
He looks briefly towards the door, trying to delay their march towards the inevitable destination of this conversation.
“Wanda?”
“TBD,” she says, a sardonic edge to her voice, and he hates that she can read him so well.
“You know, I’m off to Vienna,” she continues, her voice deliberately casual. “There’s plenty of room in the jet.”
He gives a heavy, tortured sigh, and she takes a step toward him.
“Just because it’s the path of least resistance doesn’t mean it’s the wrong path,” she says quietly. “Staying together is more important than how we stay together.”
Steve looks up, meeting her eyes, and he knows that she isn’t just talking about the Avengers.
There was a time he would’ve given almost anything for that offer.
“But…what are we giving up to do it?”
She sighs, sad but not surprised, and he tries to ignore the pain that shoots through his chest.
“I’m sorry, Nat.” He swallows, agonizingly aware of the finality his words bring. “I can’t sign it.”
Her eyes are disarmingly clear as she gives him a small, resigned smile, tilting her head slightly. “I know.”
“Well, then, what are you doing here?”
She rolls her eyes, and the familiarity of the sight almost makes him recant his decision right then and there.
“I didn’t want you to be alone.”
It occurs to him, as she wraps him in her arms, that the choice he has made is not costless, either—and the fact that he is giving her up is too excruciating to think about.
So he tightens his arms around her, letting his unspoken words hover around them, and mumbles into her hair.
“I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.” And I’m not ready to say goodbye to you.
“I know,” she murmurs, her breath soft against his neck. “I know.”
-
They find their way back to each other, miraculously, and Steve promises himself he will never stop being grateful for it.
This promise becomes more and more difficult to keep as time passes, as their friends disappear along with half the universe and the ones that don’t get snapped do too.
Their worlds have always had their fair share of pain, but the lining of hope and comfort they used to bring each other seems harder and harder to find.
He attempts to conjure up some semblance of it when he walks in on her crying, because Natasha has cried more in the past few years than she has in her entire life and every one of her tears sends a jolt of anger through his body.
“I used to have nothing,” she says hoarsely. “But then I got this. This job, this family. And I was better because of it.”
She swallows thickly. “And even though—even though they’re gone, I’m still trying to be better.”
“You are being better.”
“I let myself get attached,” she whispers. “I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.”
“Nobody was.”
She doesn’t answer, so he tries again, forcing some humor into his voice. “I think we both need to get a life.”
She cracks a slightly teary smile, and the fissure in his heart heals a little bit. “You first.”
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Time, as it turns out, is his primary source of pain.
It is time that took him from Peggy, and time that takes Peggy from the world.
It is time that robs him and Natasha from developing whatever it is they have into whatever it is it could be, time that forces them to jump from motel to motel instead of spending time in the state-of-the-art facility he knows she deserves. And once they return to that facility, it is the time that fills their lives with pain rather than joy.
It is time that finally manages to do what master assassins, Nazi organizations, and one hundred and seventeen world governments failed to do—it is time that fully, irrevocably, takes Natasha from him. With her, it takes every semblance of hope he had for finding a life in the messy, once-beautiful world he thought he might someday build a home in.
Timing is everything, as the saying goes, and maybe it is—but god, he wishes it wasn’t.
The timing of the funeral is really something, too, because the sun is out and the lake is beautiful and Steve could not hate it more. He hates the way his eyes burn during everyone’s speeches, hates the way his fist clenches in an effort to stem the audible sobs wracking his body. He hates the sympathetic pats and murmurs that he barely notices, hates the pity in everyone’s eyes as he stands and walks to take his place at their makeshift podium.
He hates that he can trace the ghosts of her footsteps on this very deck, hates that he has somehow once again cheated time and she has not.
Tomorrow, he knows, they will return to the job at hand, and he will fight alongside his friends, because that is the only thing he knows how to do and he will not let her sacrifice be in vain. At the moment, however, he knows nothing but grief, pain, and an all-consuming hatred for the concept of time.
His hands shake as he takes a deep breath, trying to collect himself before he speaks.
“Natasha meant a lot to me,” he says, letting his eyes shut briefly. “And I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.”
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Heyy, I just wanted to thank you for creating that gif set based on my post! It made my night! 💕💕
Aww that’s so sweet. I’m glad you enjoyed it 💕💕💕
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Hey! If you’re still doing the tag list thing I’d like to be added if that’s okay ☺️☺️ I love your writing so much! You’re definitely one of my fav clintasha writers
Absolutely!! And thank you so much, that means the world to me 😊❤️
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A Xavier x reader request where he helps her have her first kiss??
This is short, cause honestly I liked keeping it as a little blurb. I’m willing to expand on the idea if you wish anon 😏
Truth Or Dare//Xavier x Reader Blurb
(I specifically didn’t specify a gender, so roll)
Word count- 300+
A/N this is coming straight off my phone, so if there’s mistakes you can thank my impatience to post it lol
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“I dare you to kiss Xavier.”
You sputtered your drink, looking at Montana with wide eyes. You had told her in confidence about the fact you had never kissed anyone, and now she was doing this? With Xavier of all people.
“I pick truth then.”
“You can’t switch after you already heard the dare, that’s now how it works.”
You swallowed thickly.
Fuck.
“You don’t wanna kiss me (Y/N)? I’m hurt,” Xavier held a hand over his heart and gave you an exaggerated frown.
You felt your face heat up in embarrassment.
“That’s not-“
“Come on, (Y/N). He won’t bite, probably.” Montana urged, and you groaned.
You stood up and your legs felt like jelly as you made your way over to where Xavier was sitting across from you in the circle. You were starting to think this truth or dare thing was a bad idea.
Xavier licked his lips raised an eyebrow at you, “you’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”
Your eyes widened when he spoke and he laughed, taking your hand in his before standing up. One hand cupped your chin and you froze as he pressed his lips to yours.
As cliche as it sounds, it felt like your world stopped spinning when he kissed you. His lips were impossibly soft and fit with your own like a puzzle piece. His hand on your face was gentle and encouraging. You had to remind yourself to kiss back.
It felt like hours but it was only seconds later with Xavier pulled away, flashing a bright toothy smile at you. “You’re a pretty good kisser for that being your first one.”
“Montana. What the fuck?” You turned and she shrugged, “What? He offered to help you!”
“I’m willing to help you with more firsts too,” he whispered in your ear.
Maybe truth or dare was a good idea after all.
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Requests are open! ❤️ Taglist is Open!
Everything taglist- @ladynuwanda @wroteclassicaly @manyimaginativemuses @unholyromanoff @thispandaisbored @queencocoakimmie @daadddysprincesss @ms-mead @mega-combusken @desidia-1
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Tagged by: @vormirjumper and @natalierushmn my faves <333
RULES: Spell out your URL as songs and tag as many people as the number of letters in your title.
okay so basically spelling out Steve Rogers’ name as songs? lets do it!
C - Change by Taylor Swift
P - Paris in the Rain by Lauv
T - Thick and Thin by LANY
S - Someday by Leanne & Naara
T - Take Her to the Moon by Moira Dela Torre
V - Victorious by P!ATD
N - Nancy Mulligan by Ed Sheeran
G - Gorgeous by Taylor Swift
R - Remembering Sunday by All Time Low
N - Northern Downpour by P!ATD
T - Take Me to Church by Hozier
R - Roots by Ben&Ben
G - Good Times by All Time Low
R - Red by Taylor Swift
S - Stay by Mayday Parade
wow surprise, surprise my songs are 95% sad and emo HAHAHAHA
Tagging: @superbcap @crazyaboutto @drunkromanogers @unholyromanoff @under3000stars @romanogers101 and anyone else <3
#tag game#personal#i missed doing these lol#i FINISHED MY HISTORY PAPER I NOW HAVE TIME TO BE HERE AGAIN :D
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Katie’s Main- @katiekitty261 (A cody fern/AHS blog)
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Katie’s other blogs- @katiesobsession & @katies-aesthetics
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tagged by: @bombshellsandbluebells, thank you!! 💙
rules: Tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better
top 3 ships: i think i’ll count all the rich rider/peter quill/gamora combinations as one, peter parker/mary jane watson, carol danvers/jessica drew
shoutout to jean grey/emma frost being a new ship i’m super into the potential of, though
last song: lies by CHVRCHES
last movie: i think the last movie i watched that i hadn’t seen before was... dark phoenix. YEESH, that was a mistake.
reading: i’ve currently just started rereading the fellowship of the ring by jrr tolkien for the first time in about 15 years, and i’m working through a stack of back issues of x-men comics right now
3 random things that make me happy: a fresh cup of coffee or tea, my cat snuggling up with me, that feeling when you know you’ve found a really good book/movie/show/comic and you’re so invested in the story that you can’t stop thinking about it
tagging (no obligation!): @wlwkinney, @bbsayshello, @bisteverogers, @captain-maaarvel, @unholyromanoff, @galsgadol, @briel-arson, @sunshinebeth, @atomiccatsii
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Tagged by: @caws5749 🤡
Top 3 Ships:
1. Natasha romanoff x Steve Rogers.
2. Yelena x Natasha.
3. Andddddddd me x Natasha 🤭
Lipstick or Chapstick: chapstick 🥴
Last Song: good news by Mac Miller.
Last Movie: knives out
Reading: oh fuck it’s been a minute 💀💀💀 I don’t recall the name of it rn but it’s a murder/crime.
Tagging: @domromanoff @unholyromanoff @romanmaximofftrash and anyone else who wants to do this! (:
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Author’s note/summary: A prompt from @unholyromanoff (THANK YOU SO MUCH) Natasha and Clint’s talk the night before the time heist. A bit of fluff, a little bit of angst. Slight Endgame spoilers!
Tomorrow
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He’s nursing a headache and a glass of Tony’s expensive scotch when she enters the room. Any normal person wouldn’t have been able to hear her, but he’s listened to her soft footsteps a million times and knows them by heart. He doesn’t turn around at first, because they haven’t talked yet, and he’s too tired for this conversation, but when seconds pass and she says nothing, he turns on his stool to face her.
“Natasha,” he sighs, and he sees her standing a few feet away, a bottle of Russian vodka in her hand.
“You too?” she gives him a wry smile, and walks behind the bar, leaning over the counter to look at him. “It’s hard to sleep tonight.”
“It’s hard to sleep any night,” Clint shakes his head, but Natasha only sighs.
“You know,” she starts, “I’ve lived in this tower for five years. Mostly by myself.” Clint watches her face, and the pensive emotions playing across her features are ones he has never recognized before. “I haven’t had anyone to talk to, really. Steve stops by sometimes, of course. Good friend.”
Clint feels the slight jab, but doesn’t respond.
“I’ve been alone, Clint. And now? Now that everyone’s back--now that you’re back--I can’t sleep. Ironic.”
“Tasha.” he frowns, swirling his drink in the cup. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not looking for an apology, Clint. I’m just happy you’re back, that’s all.” she tips back the bottle and downs the rest of her vodka in one. It’s weird for him to see her like this. For as long as he’s known her, she’s always been a private person, always secretive about her emotions. If she doesn’t want someone to know how she feels, they won’t. But this, this raw, heartfelt conversation is the most open he’s ever seen her, and he doesn't know what to say.
“What’s going to happen tomorrow?” Clint asks her, softly.
“I can’t say I know,” Natasha murmurs, hopping up on the counter so she is sitting next to him. “But...I have a feeling it’s going to be something we’ve never faced before.”
“You said that about Loki, if I’m recalling correctly.” Clint smiles wryly at the memory. “When he messed with my head.”
“Monsters and magic,” Natasha laughs. “And that was the worst we had to deal with.”
“I miss the simple times.” he says, trying for a joke, but when he looks up at her, he sees a sadness in her gaze. “What?”
“I missed you, Clint.” she says simply, and he sees tears gather in her eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, but doesn’t know what to say, and so he takes another sip of his drink, feeling the burning sensation travel down his throat. The silence gets heavy as the clouds outside the large paned windows gather.
They don’t say much for a while. Natasha stares at the wall, and Clint awkwardly tries to think what to say next. How could he possibly apologize? ‘Oh, sorry I abandoned you and went to kill a bunch of people in foreign countries without telling you anything?’
“I missed you, too.” he says finally. She takes a deep breath.
“It looks like rain,” she breathes. She shakes her head softly. “It rained a lot when you were gone.”
“It was also raining when you found me,” he tries, and she just turns her head so she’s facing the windows. He feels a bit of fear pulsing in his chest.
“It was,” she says, softly, and she turns to look at him. That’s when he sees the tears on her face. “Whatever happens tomorrow,” she murmurs, and her voice is so soft he has to strain to hear it. “Whatever happens, I want you to know that--”
“I know.” he says, and slides his hand onto hers. “I know.”
“I kept the ring, you know that?” she says, smiling softly, but not quite looking at him. “I wore it, when I was here alone.”
Clint chuckles softly, raising his left hand to show her the golden band around his finger.
“I don’t think we have to worry about hiding it anymore, do we?” he smiles, and she ducks her head, her hair falling over her face.
“I don’t care anymore.” she nods. “I don’t care who finds out”
“The sun’s going to come up tomorrow.” he says, and she looks at him finally, her eyes slightly red. “And we’re going to do our very best to save the world. Hell, the universe. And Nat, someone’s going to get hurt.”
“I won’t let it be you,” she says firmly. “You have to know that. I just got you back, Clint. You’re not leaving again.”
“I would never let you go, Tasha.” Clint raises a hand to her face and she exhales softly at the touch.
“I sleep best when you’re with me,” she says, lacing their fingers together, and he feels a smile on his face, the first genuine smile in what feels like forever.
“Then let’s both get some sleep. My floor’s closest.” he picks her up from the counter, and she laughs, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting her head fall against his chest.
When they finally turn out the lights, hands still wound together, faces turned towards one another, they close their eyes.
They try not to think about tomorrow too hard.
#clintasha#clintasha fanfic#fanfic#natasha romanoff#clint barton#clint x natasha#otp#blackhawk#black widow#hawkeye#marvel#endgame spoilers
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Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the kind of music they listen to! Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people! No skipping!
1. Vacation by The Go Go’s
2. Stella Stai by Umberto Tozzi
3. Civil War by Russ
4. 3 Nights by Dominic Fike
5. Back 2 Good by Svrcina
6. Sad Forever by Lauv
7. Showdown by Svrcina
8. Next To Me by Imagine Dragons
9. Dear Theodosia by Leslie Odom Jr
10. Rescue Me by OneRepublic
@skymoonandstardust @hypnotized-so-mesmerized @addickted-to-speight @wavingwarf1454 @geekymoviemom @mrstarkandmrparker @hailing-stars @friendly-neighborhood-android @unholyromanoff @emeraldmoon
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thanks for the tag @unholyromanoff <33
glossy or matte? matte
denim or leather? denim
favourite flower? sunflowers and roses
pearls or gemstones? gemstones
favourite scent? lavender
barefoot or heels? oh barefoot absolutely i hate heels
bath bombs or shower gel? shower gel, it’s magic for shaving
eye colour? deep brown
favourite emoji? 🌻💛
body glitter or body shimmer? GLITTER
prada or miu miu? Target
fireworks or lightning? lightning. i love rainy days
hiking or swimming? swimming in the ocean!
night in or night out? night in
tagging: @elsaara @natashaishisview @natsredroom @captainwonderwidow @bruciesnat
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tagged by @superbcap thanks luv!
5 things you’ll find in my bag:
sunglasses
wallet
keys
phone
hair ties or bobby pins
5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:
marvel posters
too many marvel posters
my baby groot speaker
cap shield pillow
excess of blankets
5 things i’ve always wanted to do:
skydiving
visit europe
direct a film
pick up ballroom dancing
find a guy that will love me back
5 things that make me feel happy:
reading hurt/comfort fics tbh i’m angsty like that
talking to friends about things i’m passionate about
bullet journaling!
blasting broadway songs
spending quality time with family
5 things i’m currently into:
marvel (as per usual)
white collar (currently rewatching)
james bay
hozier
sun dresses??
5 things on my to-do list:
laundry
taking my cat to the vet
job hunting
updating my fic
apartment hunting
tagging @cpt-stvngrntrgrs @roaminginspiration @unholyromanoff @under3000stars @chalantness and anyone else who wants to do this!
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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for the request!! This is mostly angst, with a fluffy ending, I hope you’ll enjoy it! Prompt lines are in bold
Eggshells
1,524 words
After a third day of fruitless negotiations, Natasha and Clint were escorted back to their hotel room in Cuernavaca, Mexico. A month prior, Fury had found a lead on some missing Stark tech and started coaching them on their latest identities: arms dealer Renata Alvez and her bodyguard Sebastian Burke. Their attention to detail was impeccable, their execution flawless, but the seller had already dragged the process out longer than necessary, and they’d yet to see proof of possession.
Nat sunk down into the bed, a chorus of old springs creaking beneath her, and removed her curly brown wig. She flung it towards the empty dresser before laying back and closing her eyes.
“I want to go home,” she murmured in a voice not quite her own.
“Mmhmm.” Clint gently moved her hand, placing her palm just above her bellybutton, and sat down beside her. “Wanna take that thing off? Not that Renata isn’t attractive, but I’d rather see you.”
“Oh, right.” Natasha peeled away the disguise tech. “Better?”
“Much.” Clint smiled down at her. “Ready for today’s news?”
“Do we have to?” she groaned.
“Absolutely. You and Nick demoted me to sidekick, this is my one thing I get to do for you.” He pulled out his phone and started scrolling through messages and news articles. “Okay, so Tony fell asleep in his workshop last night, which meant no one was watching Dum-E, who almost cost Stark more than just a few suits. If Pepper hadn’t gone through while we were in Berlin and installed enough fire safety devices to equip a small city, it might’ve been a total loss. Not that Stark’s quips and nicknames would’ve been missed, but we’re grateful all the same.
“Next up, Steve discovered cronuts and won’t stop talking about them. Sam’s already sent ‘SOS’ and ‘I’ve made a grave mistake,’ as well as about a thousand of those angry swearing emojis. I’d say he’s having just about as much fun as we are.
“Thor’s still off-world doing whatever the hell it is he does out there, so I guess we’ll have to wait to hear about his misguided antics until he returns. Did you know,” he turned to face her, setting his phone on the sheets, “he once asked me how to use the toaster? I mean, the guy can fly, for fucks sake, he spouts off about how human technology is ‘so primitive,’ yet the process of placing sliced bread into a slot and pushing down a lever was beyond his grasp. He’s entertaining, but damn, he is not as smart as—”
“Can you shut up for once in your life?” Nat snapped, her eyes scrunched closed. It was then that Clint noticed how taut her muscles were, how her shoulders were creeping up toward her ears.
“Y-yeah. I’ll just… go read or something.”
Clint wanted to help, to offer a back rub or something, but they’d been together long enough for him to know she needed space and silence. She was stressed and upset, not that he could blame her; Nick had sent them off on a “long weekend” sort of trip that was anything but. He could’ve had them on a five-hour flight to Mexico City, which would put them roughly half an hour from their hotel, but he’d vetoed that plan in favor of something more authentic to their cover story. So they took a four-hour flight to Houston, walked nearly 45 minutes to the rental car, and then drove over 17 hours to Cuernavaca. A day and a half one way, all for some fucking authenticity. Anyone would be stressed after that.
Clint grabbed a book from his suitcase and slipped out to the shaded balcony despite strict instructions to stay inside the room. The building was surrounded by their contact’s guards, but he figured the odds of being shot for disobeying orders were about the same no matter which side of the door he chose, and he’d much rather risk his life without irritating Nat; although, she would be fairly mad at him if he died. She always teased that the coroner would be able to list “stupidity” as his official cause of death.
He paged through his book for a while, doing his best to stick to shadows and the guards’ blind spots as they circled, and decided it was finally safe enough to go back in. As soon as he opened the sliding door, he heard the shower running and Nat faintly humming a tune he didn’t recognize. It wasn’t quite nine, but Clint knew Nat’s routines well enough to know she’d be ready to pull the curtains and turn in for the night after combing her hair.
Clint was also acutely aware that after their spat, he was uninvited from sharing the king-sized bed, a reality he was almost always prepared for. Hidden in the lining of his suitcase was a sleeping bag designed for missions requiring outdoor reconnaissance—lightweight, durable, thermal lined—though he mainly used it for nights like this, resigned to sleeping on a cold floor thinly covered by rough carpet. At least it was midsummer, a combination of the baking sun and lack of functioning air conditioning had kept the entire room warmer than he was accustomed to.
Honestly, Clint could fall asleep just about anywhere, it didn’t matter if he was particularly comfortable or not; as long as the ever-present exhaustion pressed against the back of his eyes, he could sleep. He wasn’t sure if it was noise or stress over aggravating his partner, but something woke him several hours after they’d settled down for the night. At first, he kept his eyes closed, willed himself back to the warm embrace of sleep, but instinctual worry nagged at him. With a suppressed sigh, he gave up and looked around the cramped space.
Natasha was standing at the sliding door, the edge of the fraying curtain balled in her fist, moonlight spilling across her face through the gap in the fabric. Clint sat up slowly in an effort to not startle her.
“Nat? Why are you awake?”
“I… I don’t know.” She shook her head and turned around to face him. “I guess I’m just having trouble sleeping tonight.”
“Is this about the job? Because I’m sure we’ll be out of here soon, they have to trust us at some point.”
“No, Barton, I don’t think this is about the job.” Nat smiled softly and let the curtain fall closed, plunging them into darkness. He could hear her pad over to the bed, the springs protesting as she sat on the edge. Under normal circumstances, she was hard to track, nearly silent, as if she barely touched a thing, but the longer they were together, the more weight she seemed to put into her movements, like she didn’t feel the need to walk on eggshells around him. He followed the sound and settled in next to her.
“Are we okay?” Clint’s voice was rough and low. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer, but he had to ask. She had called him Barton, for fuck’s sake.
Nat was quiet for far longer than he would’ve liked, but she laid her head on his shoulder as she pondered the question.
“We’re okay, I think.”
“Is it something I did, or—”
“Oh, no, I’m—” she took deep breath and exhaled agonizingly slowly, “I’m sorry, it’s me. I shouldn’t have snapped at you earlier; I don’t even know how you put up with me.”
Clint couldn’t suppress a chuckle, his shaking shoulders causing Nat to sit up straight again. Although his eyes hadn’t adjusted quite enough to see her features yet, he felt her quizzical stare that he was so intimately familiar with.
“Did I say something funny?”
“‘Put up with’ you? Really, Nat? I put up with Tony and his personal brand of chaotic insanity. I put up with Fury’s absurd paranoia, the difficulties of the job, the long nights, the constant risk of harm, but you? My god, do you think I’d still be here, going on missions, just the two of us, if I couldn’t handle the stressed arguments?”
“I—”
“And this was nothing, Nat! You snapped at me, so what? To be perfectly honest, I’m surprised you don’t yell at me more often. I’m obnoxious.”
“No, you’re—you know what? You are kind of obnoxious.” Nat laughed quietly and placed a hand on his stubbled cheek. “But you’re my obnoxious partner, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Agreed.” Clint gently pressed into her palm and smiled, relief washing over him. “Now go back to bed, I have a feeling we’ll be heading home tomorrow.” He stood and started toward his sleeping bag, but Nat snagged his wrist.
“Only if you’ll join me.”
Resting comfortably in Clint’s arms. Natasha quickly fell back asleep, content, safe. Even though this was their usual arrangement, Clint savored every second of it, letting the rise and fall of Nat’s chest, the slow, steady breaths lull him until unconsciousness took over. No matter where their missions brought them, this was home.
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Solitude With You
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ZmGHUe
by Unholyromanoff
Steve and Natasha are both exhausted from dealing with the aftermath of the decimation,
So they finally get time to themselves
Words: 728, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff - Fandom, Avengers
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov
Additional Tags: Fluff, Cute, Stolen Moments, romanogers - Freeform, Avengers - Freeform, Post Infinity War, pre endgame, Romance, Canon Compliant
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ZmGHUe
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8 people I’d like to know better
Hi!! Thank you @avengrz-mcu for tagging me 💕
one // name: Jennifer/Jen
two // birthday: October 5, 1995
three // zodiac sign: Libra
four // height: 5’6”
five // hobbies: Reading, writing, gardening, crying over Avengers?
six // favourite colours: Pink and purple!
seven // favourite books: The Outlander series, The Girl on the Train, I’m reading The Chemist rn and it’s pretty good. I like a TON of books this could go on forever.
eight // last song listened too: Song for Zula by Phosphorescent
nine // last film watched: Before We Go
ten // inspiration or muse: Aw shit I don’t even know. I’m on a ScarJo kick right now so 🤷🏻♀️
eleven // dream job: I would love to work for a publication of some sort. Or do PR for celebrities (if we’re talking about something that aligns with my degree lol). But I would also love to be an author or full-time writer.
twelve // meaning behind your url: THIS interview with CVans and McKenna Grace
I’m going to tag my mutuals because you guys make me feel less alone on here and you’re all awesome 🤗
@thegirltimecantcapture @magiciansofmarvel @disasterbiclarke @the-real-mary-jane @unholyromanoff @theincorrectavengers @the-lost-giirl @inarguablyshort
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I was tagged by @romanoff-danvers - thank you for the tag!!! <3
Rules: bold everything that applies to you & tag 10 people you’d like to get to know better.
APPEARANCE
I’m over 5’5” // I wear glasses/contacts // I have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have blue eyes // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards
HOBBIES AND TALENTS
I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic (If fanfics count!) // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during school or work breaks // I can do a handstand
RELATIONSHIPS
I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year (my whole life actually)// I have a crush (unless seb stan counts?) // I have a best friend I have known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend (I LOVE YOU ALL) // I met up with someone I have met online (NO BUT PLEASE SOMEDAY!!!!! CAN WE ALL WATCH THE BW MOVIE ;U;)
AESTHETICS
I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms (in theory i do. but a super storm traumatized me as a kid so i don’t particularly love it) // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors //I find mystery in the ocean (what’s down there can stay there. unless it’s nice mermaids) // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season (along with spring!)
MISCELLANEOUS
I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle (i love car rides and road trips!) // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick-shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least three dogs
Tagging: @crazyaboutto, @superbcap, @joycelovedorial, @gomustanggirl16, @avengrz-mcu, @unholyromanoff, @granger-witch, @natalierushmn + whoever else wants to do this!!
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