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checkingoutforheroes · 3 months
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Stop it.
Y/n: There you are. I've been looking for you.
Natasha: You need to stop it.
Y/n: What?
Clint: Who?
Natasha: Stop imagine that I'm here. I'm not here anymore.
Clint: Who are you looking for, Y/n?
Y/n: ...
Y/n: No one.
Clint: Y/n..
Y/n: I'm fine. Let's go.
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*GIF credits to owner
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itsdrippingred · 8 months
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Natasha: We have a problem.
Clint: No, YOU have a problem. I just have a wife who keeps creating them.
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hotsauceandfork · 1 year
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yelena once said “kate bishop” and i can never say that name again ever since without an accent goddammit
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voicesinthedarkness · 5 months
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Fever
Clint had just finished decorating the Christmas tree when he heard a knock on the front door.
He grins, quickly moving from the living room to the entryway and unlocking the door. Natasha stands there, shivering. Her eyes brighten when they lock with his. “Merry Christmas,” she says, wiping her runny nose with a kleenex. “Merry Christmas, Tasha,” Clint smiles, leading her inside. “You okay?” he says, turning around as she takes her jacket off. “You don’t usually have a runny nose.”
She shrugs, hanging her jacket on an empty hook, saved specifically for her. “Just cold,” she answers, snuggling into his arms. “Feel free to use my shirt as a kleenex,” Clint teases, kissing the top of her head. “I just did laundry.” Nat laughs, turning around to grab a new kleenex and blowing her nose, then tossing both kleenexes in the garbage can under the sink and returning to Clint. She presses a couple fingers to her temple, wincing. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Clint asks. “Head hurts,” she mutters, leaning heavily into him. He puts the back of his hand to her forehead and sighs. Hot. “Come on,” he grunts, picking her up and carrying her to the couch. “I’m fine,” Nat protests, struggling weakly against him. “You’re burning up,” Clint replies sternly, pushing her back down on the couch cushions. He grabs a blanket (black with alternating red hourglasses and purple arrows), then a damp cloth, checking on Nat every few seconds to make sure she isn’t trying to leave.
In fact, when he gets back to the couch, her eyes are closed, arm hanging limply over the couch. “Nat!” he exclaims, concerned, kneeling on the floor beside her. “I’m fine,” she slurs, eyes blinking open slowly. He sighs and shifts her so that he can sit in the corner and rest her head and shoulders in his lap, putting the cloth on her forehead and pulling the blanket over her.
“It’s dumb that I’m sick on Christmas Eve,” Nat mumbles after a while. Clint rubs the back of her hand with a thumb, wiping sweat off her forehead with the cloth in his other hand. “At least you won’t get called into work,” he offers. She laughs tiredly, tugging herself up so that she can rest her head on his shoulder, spooning herself on her side against him. Clint sighs happily and readjusts the blanket over both their legs. “I love you,” she murmurs. “I love you too,” he answers, kissing her head.
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yyink · 2 months
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Doomed Clintasha 😔
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clintasha makes me so weak
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thebiggerbear · 3 months
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Clintasha Masterlist
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(works coming soon)
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dividers by @firefly-graphics
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iriel3000 · 2 years
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LOOK WHAT I FOUND AT A USED BOOK SALE!!
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If you are a Tony and Nat fan, this is your book.
SPOILER: no Hawkeye. What a shock.
I swear to fucking Thanos, WHAT DOES MARVEL HAVE AGAINST CLINT AND NAT TOGETHER?!?!? He doesn't have to have a family in the books.
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gunsnarrows · 11 months
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bronzewool · 8 months
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Creators: (Doesn't develop the friendship between a boy and girl and expects me to ship them)
Also creators: (Does develop the friendship between a boy and girl expects me to NOT ship them)
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floilee · 6 months
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"Why do you ship-" That is exactly why.
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incorrectquotesmcu · 3 months
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Natasha: I'm gonna kick your ass.
Y/N: I'd love to see you try.
Natasha: Saturday. Noon. The usual place.
Y/N: You're on. Loser pays for dinner and the movie.
Clint: CAN YOU JUST ASK EACH OTHER OUT NORMALLY??
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itsdrippingred · 2 years
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Natasha (laying in bed with a migraine): If you ever thought of killing me now would be the time to do it.
Clint: Not gonna happen.
~10 minutes later~
Natasha: Even if you’ve never thought of killing me nows the time to do it.
Clint (leans over and gently wraps his hand around her throat with a grin on his face): Like this?
Natasha (fearless at first and then suddenly flustered): ...
Clint (removes his hand also suddenly flustered): ...
Natasha: No, no.. Not like that. You have to commit to it! All you did was turn me on...
Clint: Yeah... I turned myself on too. So suffocate you with the pillow next time?
Natasha: Who are we kidding? You wouldn’t commit to it.
Clint (cocky): No I wouldn’t.
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hotsauceandfork · 1 year
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someone should check on yelena belova
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voicesinthedarkness · 5 months
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Nightmare
Clint’s eyes open suddenly, apparently to nothing.
He sits up, wrinkling his nose at the familiar woke-up-at-3AM yuckiness, and looks around. Window’s closed, so it wasn’t a gust of wind that disturbed the curtains. Both Lucky and Liho are sleeping on the bed, so it wouldn’t have been one of them moving around, leaving, or entering.
Nat shifts beside him, whimpering softly, and his eyes widen with understanding. She’d only just moved in, and they’d rarely slept in the same bed together. Clint had never really thought about it, but he should have realized Nat had nightmares.
“Hey,” he whispers, leaning on his elbow next to Nat. She cringes away from him, hands coming up defensively. “It’s okay,” he continues. “You’re safe. You’re… you’re home.” Nat shakes her head. “Don’t have a home,” she mumbles. “Don’t have a place in the world.” Clint’s heart breaks and he ducks his head, sighing. How do I deal with this? he wonders. If I shake her shoulder, she might think it’s an attack. But I can’t convince her that she’s home when she’s dreaming that she’s back in the Room. Dammit.
All of this goes through Clint’s mind in only a couple seconds, as fast as strategizing during a mission. Finally, he decides to take Nat’s hand, hoping the touch will wake her. Her fingers twitch around his and she inhales shudderingly, on the brink of tears.
“Clint?” she asks after a long, long moment. “Nat,” he breathes, immensely relieved. “Clint,” she repeats, her voice breaking, and she removes her hand from Clint’s to wrap both arms around his neck. He shifts onto his back, resting Nat on his chest. “You’re home,” he murmurs, playing with her red-gold curls. She nods, burying her face in his neck. “Я дома…”
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Я дома = I’m home
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gfmaximoff · 7 months
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Yelena: It’s really frustrating.
Kate: What is it?
Yelena: Watching Y/N openly flirt with Wanda and Wanda not realizing it.
Kate, wearing a "Date Me Yelena Pls" shirt: Haha yeah, she's so oblivious.
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yyink · 2 months
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Lil Clint Dump
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minor Clintasha and Like a Kate drawing😭
tbh ive been meaning to post Ive just got caught up in something else so tryna come back!!
well heres a post before I probably die again
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