#clint barton drabble

[castieltrash1]

Tatianna, my love! Could you please do a Clint x Reader fic featuring public sex for the kinktober challenge? Our boy deserves to be loved, and in front of everyone lol :) xx

kinktober day 1 → clint barton x f!reader; public sex, deaf!clint, dirty talk, cockwarming, exhibitionism

“No one’s watching, don’t worry,” Clint whispers softly, stubble tickling the shell of your ear in a way that would make you squirm if you weren’t desperately trying to hide the fact you’re cockwarming him in a room of a hundred people; a few whose eyes have lingered on you in a way that makes your skin crawl. The thought of them knowing what’s really happening under your bunched-up skirt and the conveniently placed tabletop masquerading your salacious acts is both exhilarating and terrifying.

For a moment, you consider saying something, telling him it’s too much too fast, that your growing nerves outweigh the pleasure. He’s long since pocketed his hearing aids -- the loud music and overlapping conversations growing irritating -- but you’ve got a few nonverbal cues, and his hand pressed against your torso means he’d feel the vibration of you speaking if you tried. Instead, you bite back a whimper when Clint’s free hand disappears under the hem of your skirt, bypassing your pushed-aside panties to rub against your swollen clit, wet with the arousal that coats the base of his cock.

“Don’t let anyone hear those cute sounds,” Clint commands, pinching you between his thumb and forefinger and chuckling at how you instinctively clench around him. It’s not enough to make either of you cum, but he doesn’t seem put off by that, instead driven to see how far he can push you before you drag him to the nearest abandoned hallway or closet and fuck his brains out.

He holds you closer to his chest, hips rocking into yours, and your head spins when he murmurs “just a little longer.”

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kinktober rules/requests ♡

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[writingfics-passingtime]

Would you write for Hawkeye? If so my song is ‘Que Sera Sera’. If not, please could you do it with Loki instead? :D x

Of My Own

This drabble is part of JJ’s Mixtape - a mini series based on my followers’ favourite songs and characters. You can read more of them here!

Song Prompt: Que Sera Sera

Pairing: Clint Barton x reader (platonic, no pronouns used)

Word Count: 770

CW: Minor swearing, hospitals

Note: Thank you for your request! I thought this little story fit quite nicely with the feel and lyrics of the song. I hope you love it too 💜

“It’s gonna be okay, Clint,” you murmured with firm eyes fixed on the console and knuckles turning pale and sore around the controls.

One of Clint’s hands shielded his eyes, the other clutched his stomach. “This is controlled airspace, you-”

“You think I give a rat’s ass about controlled airspace right now?” You tensed further, pushing the chopper close to its limits. The cockpit rumbled with the speed. Air resistance felt different when it was holding you back from the hospital. It felt like an enemy.

Curse the atmosphere, you had places to be.

Clint made a concerning noise from the jump seat and you felt the weight of the moment. “We’re gonna make it,” you promised in a whisper. He clutched his stomach tighter. “Hold it in, Barton.”

You could sense his eyes were closed behind his hand. This was a new kind of anxiety - one you hadn’t seen from him in all the years he was your partner.

“Just get me there in one piece,” was what he managed to mutter out before you jammed a finger onto the comms transmitter.

“HAWK32, hotel-alpha-whiskey-kilo-three-two, requesting permission to land on MercyOne helipad. Two minutes out. Repeat, hotel-alpha-whiskey-kilo-three-two, requesting permission to land. Over.”

The silence that followed was unsettling but you surged ahead, knowing you weren’t really asking permission. You’d land this chopper on that hospital roof come hell or high water.

“MercyOne air traffic control to HAWK32. Permission granted. Can you advise condition of the patient? Over.”

You’d way overestimated the amount of time it would take to land since you’d never pushed the bird this hard. “Thank you, control. HAWK32 approaching to land. Patient is not with us. HAWK32 out.”

Your fingers found the volume and turned it all the way down before they could question you. Clint forced a wry smile from the corner of your eye. He was white as a sheet. “You’re gonna be okay, Clint,” you called over the whizz of the air shifting and swiping all around the cabin. “You’re gonna be great, in fact.”

The helicopter touched down with less finesse than usual, but you got the job done. Clint was frozen in place, perhaps a bit shocked. You didn’t turn the engine off, reaching over to start unclipping his seatbelt but he seemed to realise this was really happening. He freed himself, giving you one final and severe look before bolting out of the chopper and towards the hospital wards.

Your anticipating smile lingered after him. Only after he disappeared into the building did you take off again, on a mission to bring the helicopter back to a S.H.I.E.L.D-sanctioned hangar.

It was a couple of hours before you made your way back to the hospital, but that was okay; Clint was going to be great. You didn’t doubt that for a second. He was always great.

Still, that didn’t do much to ease the incessant bouncing off your leg in the waiting room as you tried and failed to focus on anything else.

After another hour or two, and a few cardboard cups of terrible hospital coffee, an older nurse entered the waiting room to call your name. You stood at once, almost spilling the granulated coffee remnants, and looked to her with something of a question in your glance. Her smile-framed brown eyes were warm and relieved behind her mask, and she said you were welcome to come in and visit.

The walk to the room was the longest you’d had in your life, but you’d climb Everest to live that moment all over again: that moment you entered the room to see the most perfect picture for the first time.

Clint looked over at you, beaming. Laura, from the hospital bed, looked over with the fondness of an old friend and welcomed you in. The image of the two of them was familiar enough, but there was something new to add to that portrait.

“Hey,” Clint grinned at you, though, mostly at the tiny bundle in his arms.

He turned to give you a better view of the little piece of heaven wrapped up in cotton. Something in you swelled at the sight of the tiny nose and the tiny rise and fall of steady breathing from beneath the white fabric.

You breathed out a “wow,” before taking a step forward, eyes beginning to blur with the joy of the moment.

Clint locked looks with you only for a second to say, “This is Lila,” before turning back to his daughter, cocooned in a love so tangible it reminded you of the way the sky wrapped you two up safely and delivered him here for this moment.

He already acted like the most natural parent in the world. You grinned.

He was going to be great.

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[vilentia]

Two Worlds Embrace

Clint Barton x reader

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the tranquil scene as you sat on the porch swing, gently swaying back and forth. Clint Barton, the man you loved, joined you, his eyes reflecting the fading light. You had been together for three beautiful years, but the past still lingered between you.

As the two of you held hands, the soft breeze whispered through the trees, carrying a mix of emotions. You remembered the day you had met Clint, when the weight of the Blip still burdened his soul. He had lost his family, and you had been his solace during those dark times. But now, a new chapter was about to unfold.

The sound of a car approaching interrupted the peaceful silence, and your heart skipped a beat. A mix of anticipation and anxiety coursed through your veins as you stood up, tightening your grip on Clint's hand. The car door opened, and there they were—the family Clint had lost five years ago.

Tears welled up in Clint's eyes as he saw his wife, Laura, step out, followed by his children. You felt a pang of insecurity, fearing that the rekindled presence of his family would make him question your place in his life.

Clint turned to you, his gaze filled with a mix of emotions. "Y/N, I... I don't know what to say," he whispered, his voice trembling.

You gave him a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand gently. "Clint, they're your family. It's okay to be overwhelmed. Just remember, I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens."

As his family approached, Clint's grip on your hand tightened, his knuckles turning white. Laura embraced him, tears streaming down her face, and his children rushed into his arms. The reunion was bittersweet, a blend of joy and grief.

Days turned into weeks, and Clint found himself torn between his love for you and the deep bond he shared with his family. He spent every waking moment trying to find a balance, but it seemed impossible. Your insecurities grew with each passing day, and you couldn't help but wonder if you were just a temporary placeholder until his family returned.

One evening, after a particularly emotionally taxing day, Clint sought you out. His face was etched with lines of weariness, his eyes filled with an unspoken conflict. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts.

"Y/N, I need to talk to you," he began, his voice tinged with sadness. "These past few weeks have been overwhelming, and I've been torn between the love I have for my family and the love I have for you."

Your heart sank, and you held your breath, preparing for the words you feared would come next.

"But," Clint continued, his gaze locking with yours, "I can't deny the profound impact you've had on my life. You've been my anchor, my source of strength when I had lost everything. I don't want to let go of what we have."

Relief washed over you, but a trace of uncertainty remained. "Clint, what does that mean for us? What about your family?"

Clint's eyes softened as he reached for your hands, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I don't have all the answers, but I know that I want you in my life. We can navigate this together. I want to build a future with you, but I also want to reconnect with my family. It won't be easy, and it won't happen overnight, but I want to try."

The weight of his words lifted a burden from your shoulders, and a glimmer of hope ignited within you. Love had a way of persevering, even in the face of challenges.

With tears pooling in your eyes, you nodded, your voice filled with emotion. "Clint, I love you, and I want to fight for us. Let's take this one step at a time, supporting each other through it all."

Clint's smile was tender, filled with a mixture of gratitude and determination. "I promise, Y/N, I will do everything in my power to make this work. Our love is worth fighting for."

In that moment, you both knew that the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but the love you shared was strong enough to withstand any obstacle. With renewed commitment and an unyielding bond, you embraced the uncertainties of the future, ready to navigate the complexities of Clint's rekindled family ties while cherishing the love you had found in each other.

As time passed, Clint's family began to notice the significant role you played in his life. Laura, his wife, observed the way Clint's smile brightened whenever he was with you. His children, though initially confused, saw the genuine happiness you brought to their father's eyes.

One day, during a family gathering, Laura approached you, her eyes filled with kindness and understanding. "Y/N, I want to thank you for being there for Clint when he needed someone the most. I can see how much he cares about you."

You smiled, grateful for her understanding. "Laura, I care about him too. I want what's best for Clint and your family."

She nodded, a small smile gracing her lips. "I believe that you bring him a different kind of happiness, a new chapter in his life. I hope you'll continue to be there for him, just as he'll be there for us."

Clint's children, witnessing their mother's acceptance, gradually warmed up to you as well. They saw the love and support you offered their father, and in time, they began to consider you a significant part of their lives too.

While there were moments of adjustment and occasional insecurities, Clint's family slowly came to accept the depth of his feelings for you and the importance of your place in his life. It wasn't an easy journey, but love had a way of bridging gaps and healing wounds.

In the end, Clint's family and your relationship with him found a delicate equilibrium. They understood that your love wasn't a threat to their bond; it was a new connection that brought happiness to their beloved father and husband. And as the days turned into years, you continued to navigate the complexities together, creating a blended family rooted in love, understanding, and mutual respect.

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[chasingmidnights]

'Tis the Season: Holiday Special

Day 22 - Clint Barton - what the holidays might look like with Clint Barton. The holidays with Clint are spent at home on your quaint little farm and you honestly love the farm life and love how beautiful the farm gets when it's covered in snow. You enjoy tacking up your horses and going out to cut down one of the many pine trees on your land to use as your Christmas tree. Once the tree is up, you enjoy some time by the fire and enjoy some yummy snacks. One of your favorite things to do is going into town and stopping at the local market to pick ingredients to make some homemade pizzas to enjoy with your Christmas movie marathon.

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[frankthesnek]

♡ sharing a kiss before going in for work (but make it accidental first kiss due to sleep deprivation)

Normally, I only do each prompt once, but since this is so different from the other ask for this one I'll do it again! Thank you 😘

Coming in Hot

Rated G

Prompt: a kiss before going to work

900 words

Steve stood next to the toaster, tapping his fingers on the counter as he waited for his bagel to be done. It was early, and the tower was calm. He'd seen Clint and Natasha preparing for their sparring session an hour or so earlier, but otherwise, it was a ghost town. The toaster finally finished, the crisp pop and ding of it shutting off startling him in the quiet of the kitchen. He plopped his breakfast onto a plate and checked his watch.

It wouldn't be a ghost town much longer, he would bet. Pulling the cream cheese from the fridge, he settled at the breakfast bar and finished preparing his food as he waited.

“Watch it Cap, Stark's coming in hot,” Clint drawled with an amused tone as he entered the kitchen a moment later.

“You don't say?” Steve asked, unsurprised and dry sounding.

The archer just nodded, looking far too happy as he poured the last of the coffee into a mug. 

“Fuck I'm late!” Right on cue Tony entered the space, tie hanging undone around his neck as he fumbled with his cufflinks. “Why does she keep scheduling meetings so early? She knows I'm not a morning person.”

“This wouldn't happen to be the meeting Pepper already rescheduled twice because you keep missing it?” Steve asked, the casualness in his tone giving away that he already knew the answer. 

“Maybe,” Tony grumbled as he picked up the empty coffee pot and frowned. “Barton, I'm gonna kill you,” he promised, glaring at the other man's steaming cup of coffee.

In response, Clint deliberately took a slow drink, holding Tony's eye while he did. 

“Definitely gonna get you. I swear your next batch of arrows is gonna blow up right in your smug little face,” Tony cursed and made a grab for the nearly full mug.

“Extra coffee for you on the bar,” Steve said, pointing to a thermus he'd filled earlier. “Better hurry, if you don't leave now, you'll be late.”

“Thank you,” Tony nearly moaned and picked up the travel cup.

“Uh-huh,” Steve drawled and held up half of his bagel before Tony could try stealing it from his plate. 

“Thanks,” Tony repeated with a sigh, taking it gladly. “Why do you know my schedule better than me?”

“Tony, the hotdog vendor in Central Park knows your schedule better than you do,” Clint piped up with a snort of laughter.

Steve chuckled, and he watched Tony hold the bagel in his mouth as he quickly did his tie. Nimble fingers tugging it into a knot that had no right to be as neat as it was for how fast it had been made. 

“I refuse to acknowledge the truth of that,” Tony spoke around a mouth full and held the thermus up towards Steve. “Is it—”

“Cool enough to drink? Yes.” Steve supplied, taking a bite from his remaining half of the bagel.

“You're an angel,” Tony said blissfully. Then he leaned over the bar and pressed a fast but firm kiss to Steve's mouth before rushing out, already calling the elevator via Jarvis before he left the room. 

Steve's bagel fell from his lax fingers, plopping back to the plate cream cheese side down.

“Did he just?” Clint asked, looking over at Steve with wide eyes.

“Uh…yeah,” Steve muttered, dumbstruck, his lips tingling from the surprise contact.

“And you guys aren't?”

“Nope.” 

The two men stared at each other for a moment in confused silence. Steve felt his cheeks grow hot. Tony, his friend and long-term crush, had just kissed him. Lips warm, soft, and real against his mouth. Clint was giving him a knowing smirk but was thankfully holding his tongue. A moment later, the quiet was broken by the buzzing of Steve’s phone on the counter.

“It's Tony,” he said, looking down at the smiling picture of Tony in his purple sunglasses that was set as the man’s icon. The heat of flush skirted down his neck and settled in his chest.

“Speaker, put him on speaker,” Clint demanded, coming to stand next to his friend.

Swallowing Steve swiped the call open and tapped the speaker function. “Hello?”

“I can't believe I'm even going to ask this but I'm rushed, suffering from a caffeine deficiency, and am severely sleep deprived so the last fifteen minutes are a blur—did I just kiss you?”

“Um, yes?”

Tony said nothing, only the quiet shuffle of him still rushing to his car coming through the phone.

“Hey playboy, this is the part where you ask him out,” Clint supplied, flinching away before Steve could swat him. 

“Do you have me on speaker?” Tony questioned, his tight voice sounding more flustered than angry.

“Maybe?” Steve hedged.

“Oh for Christ—” and the line clicked off.

“Wow, if that's how smooth he normally is, I can't imagine how he used to snag all the ladies. Must be the money,” Clint chuckled, picking up his coffee and heading off. 

Sighing and shaking his head, Steve poked his sad upside down bagel. Just as he was starting to think it truly had been an accident and meant nothing, his phone buzzed with a text from Tony. Steve smiled as he read it. 

‘Free for a lunch date after my meeting?’

Steve started to type out that, yes, he was free when a new message popped up, turning his smile into a joyful grin.

‘And that does not count as our first kiss!!’

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[barnesify]

enchanted ୨୧ winterspider abo

author’s note; this took about two months of procrastination and here we are. please let me know if you would like a part two to this, because i have several ideas!

“walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when i saw your face. all i can say is it was enchanting to meet you.”

read on ao3!

These dances always made Bucky itch with annoyance. As the Rogers bodyguard, his only role was to stand on the sidelines and watch the attendees dance and flirt and flutter among the ballroom.

The ballroom always became hot and crowded with the endless amount of people, especially all the big flouncy dresses the many omegas were wearing. It caused Bucky’s brow to sweat and his 3 piece suit that King Rogers had insisted his guard wear to become tight.

Bucky was the King’s most valuable asset, what with Bucky’s trained hand and ability. He had become close with the King, not unprofessional, almost like brothers of some sort. He knew a lot about the evening he had planned for tonight.

Like the fact that King Stark would come from afar to sign a peace treaty.

That’s what the entire ball was about. Though King Rogers loved to host dances and celebrations, this one was of actual importance to their kingdom’s safety.

Another thing he had heard on goers and servants whisper about before was not just King Stark, but his omega son, Peter. Bucky had rolled his eyes. What was so important about this kid? Yes, he was a princess, but it’s not like he hung the moon in the sky or anything.

He almost had to stop himself from snorting when someone mentioned him being able to talk to animals or the fact that he always smelled of roses. How ridiculous.

Bucky found himself in a comfortable stance as he surveyed the crowded ballroom. King Stark was seated next to King Rogers, and the two were chattering lively over goblets of expensive wine.

One thing about being a bodyguard is that after a short period of standing, your muscles begin to ache. Luckily, Bucky had been doing this for so long that his body had became used to the feeling. Though, his body became antsy. The worst part about being a young alpha is the fact that you’re never really tired. Always on the lookout for predators, always wondering when your next meal will be, always…

Bucky straightened back up and caught a glance at Clint, the other bodyguard that he worked closely with. Clint gave him a raised brow, before Bucky simply shrugged and leaned over to whisper (Though the ball was rowdy enough that whispering wasn’t really necessary,) “I’m going to go freshen up. You good here?”

Clint rolled his eyes but simply nodded. “Don’t let His Highness catch you out of your station.”

Bucky sighed but walked forward anyway. He just needed to use the bathroom for a moment. Wipe his face, splash some water. The evening had only just begun.

As Bucky began his way across the ball, he uncharacteristically halted to a stop when he noticed someone in the crowd. A man— no, a boy. Or maybe a young man in the crowd. Bucky immediately noticed that he was an omega. Not that male omegas weren’t normal, they just weren’t horribly common.

Then, one after the other, he noticed things. First, he noticed how the boy was talking to someone. An alpha, Bucky noted, senses slightly heightened. The omega seemed to be smiling, albeit a little too wide to be comfortable with a drink in his hand. Second, his dress was smaller. Still to his ankles, but not as big and poofy as many of the omegas here were wearing. Last, the omega had fixated his gaze off the whoever-the-fuck alpha and on him.

Like a siren, Bucky drifted deeper into the crowd.

“Have we met?” The boy smiled once Bucky was close enough to hear him. He was gorgeous, Bucky thought to himself.

The alpha looked, dumbfounded, at this little omega. He must have only been around 5’4, and with Bucky standing at a whopping 6’2, he practically craned over the little thing.

Bucky anxiously scratched at his scent patch, a mandatory setback with working at the palace. His alpha hormones could go out of wack with how many people he worked with on a day to day basis.

The boy eyed the patch and if he cared, he didn’t show it. Instead he blinked and tilted his head to wait for an answer.

Bucky gulped and shook his head quickly. “I believe we have not,” He said and bowed, “You’re not apart of my King’s court. I would know. That’s why I…” Noticed you.

The brown haired omega (Bucky just registered that he was brunette) simply giggled and held out his hand. “Since you’re all knowing, I’d expect that you know how to dance?”

In a perfect reality, Bucky would be an amazing dancer and he would show off his skills to this wonderful little omega that the gods had blessed him with tonight. Unfortunately, the world wasn’t perfect.

“I do,” Bucky lied, “But not very well.” He said with a hint of truth.

“It’s fun.” The boy said, “Don’t worry, I’ll guide you.”

Bucky took the omega’s hand with a surge of that built in alpha confidence and even though Bucky had two left feet, he let himself go and followed along with the boy’s steps. Within the couple of minutes that the song took, Bucky studied his features.

Fluffy brown curls that fell past his chocolate brown eyes. Pale skin with little dotted freckles along his cheeks. Pink lips. Long lashes. Button nose. A faint smell of flowers.

“You never told me your name.” Bucky said as he leaned down to kiss the back of the boy’s hand.

“You never told me yours either.” The omega giggled softly. “It is impolite though.. my name’s—“

A loud voice boomed throughout the crowd. “Peter Benjamin Stark!” Everyone fell silent and the orchestra paused their music.

The omega.. (Peter?) turned to look in the direction of the voice, his scent switching from calm to annoyed in a millisecond.

King Rogers caught Bucky’s eye and the alpha flushed embarrassedly.

King Stark made his way through the crowd with something quite shiny in his hand. He then rolled his eyes at the still crowd. “As you were. This is between me and my son.”

The lump in Bucky’s throat didn’t leave as Peter dropped his hand and turned to face his father. This omega was King Stark’s son? He couldn’t believe it. Him, a bodyguard, had danced with a member of the royal family. King Rogers would fire him without fail.

“How many times have I told you to wear your crown in public, Peter?” Bucky could see now that King Stark was holding Peter’s dainty little crown. The thing was adorned with the finest jewels and Bucky realized that it was probably worth more than his own life.

“But daddy, I—“

“How many times?” King Stark’s voice was stern but still fond. Fatherly.

“A lot.” Peter frowned and hung his head embarrassedly. He took the crown from the man’s hand and shoved it on top of his curls clumsily.

Bucky had the urge to fix it for him but he realized that that would be crossing several lines, even for him.

“People need to know of your importance, Peter. Imagine if someone accidentally bumped into you? They would have no clue who they were hurting. I should not have to lecture you in front of two hundred people, and in front of King Rogers’ court,” He gently placed his hands on Peter’s arms and sighed, “Seeing as we’ll be staying here in the palace for the week, we must make a good impression. You must be on your best—“

Peter cut him off and finished his sentence. “Behavior. Yes, I know, dad.”

“Now, who’s this?” King Stark turned to Bucky.

Bucky realized that he had been standing idly for the entire conversation. He swallowed and bowed to the King swiftly, sweating slightly. This could be the end of his job. Or his life. Same thing.

“Oh!” Peter bursted excitedly, turning to look at Bucky before looking at Tony once more. “This is—“ He cut himself off before frowning. “I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name. What’s your name?”

“Sergeant James Barnes, your Highness. King Rogers’ bodyguard. I am so sorry if I did anything to offend your status or crown. I didn’t know that Peter— Princess Peter was your son.” Still bowing, Tony looked down at the man.

“You may stand. Peter. Did he hurt you?”

“N—no, daddy! We just danced, you do this every time!” Peter groaned and shook his head wildly.

“Just looking out for you, pet. Come, let’s not make a fool of ourselves on the dance floor. James, please, follow. I’m sure King Rogers will have a lot to deal with considering you were out of your station.”

King Rogers had told King Stark that he would like to have a conversation between the four of them in private, which meant that it was another two agonizing hours of standing, watching, waiting. Feeling bile in his throat at the idea of losing his job.

Worst of all, Peter was not allowed to dance for the rest of the night. He sat next to his father, looking pretty but utmostly bored. Bucky felt a twang of sympathy and guilt in his chest.

and two hours later— finally, finally, the ball was over. People were leaving, guests were bidding the Kings goodnight.

Bucky was shaking with anxiety.

Clint patted his back as they walked back into the common room where the Kings and Peter had resided. “It’s alright, man. I’m sure it’ll just be a strict talking to.”

Bucky wasn’t quite as sure as Clint.

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[pandagirl45]

"Breath for us darlin," fingers circled slowly around his chest, "There you go. This why we told you one at a time."

"Don't squirm to much," a rub of cooling cream, "there you go sweetheart. Listen to bucky, breath."

Tony squirmed trying pull away from the salve, "I thought I could."

"Well, I mean, sparring can be hard especially against two super soldiers." Bucky grinned as pressed a slow kiss the temple of the genius.

Steve huffed capping the cream closed putting tony back on the pillow, "you also pulled a muscle because of that thought. You're lucky your cute."

Tony smiled, none to sheepishly, "I have brilliant soldiers taking care of little ol' me."

Clint stood there flushed red holding his things, "please, context! I literally thought you defiled the training room!"

Steve splattered, going red in the face, "Clint!! We have an entire floor to do that!!" The blonde huffed quietly, "or the limo..."

Tony barked out with a laugh. Bucky mumbled, "I tried..."

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[lilacprincessofrecovery]

Marvel x Female Plus Size Reader Preferences - Insecure

WARNINGS: Weight insecurity, self depreciation, body image issues Angsty Fluff

Note: Again this one is not edited. Written on phone.

Word Count: 1827

Tony Stark

“Hey, I have two tickets to the MET if you are up for it tonight, Babe?” You shrugged while kicking a magazine under the bed. “What was…” He walked over and grabbed the magazine you kicked and he looked at the cover. “Who’s Stark’s Best Looking Girlfriend?” He whispered out loud and then frowned, eyes furrowed trying to understand why they would do that and then gets angry. “Do you believe this shit?” She looked at him like a deer in headlights. “I repeat y/N, You don’t believe this shit. Do you?” Her eyes filled up with tears as she watched him flip to the pictures of the beautiful women that Tony had been seen with and saw an article saying she should lose weight and that’s when his temper got to him and he threw it at the window breaking it with his strength. “Damn them, Y/N! You are hot as Hell.” “I’m not a bunny.” “You know what? I’m glad. What have they got to offer other than a quick night?” She shrugged, “I don’t know I’ve never been thin.” Tony laughed and kisses her. “It’s not funny, Tony.” “It’s just ridiculous that you believe STORIES that people write about you. STORIES. Stories aren’t real.” “I kinda live in a superhero world here. All stories seem like weird and are probably real.” “Precisely. The stories are usually twisted around til they are bad. Don’t listen to them. It’s the ignorance of people who are jealous of others and want to see celebrities or heroes fall. Don’t let them make you fall. They are nothing to take to heart. Just false stories. False.” “Tony, I want to make you proud.” “You’d say I’m a genius… well everything I say is right so there. You are attractive. Boom. That’s truth. Don’t mix the two babe between stories or truths.” He kisses her again. “We’ve got to work on your self esteem. and y/n you do make me proud. Every day.” 

Bucky Barnes

“Are you always in the mirror?” you looked at your boyfriend as you were popping a zit in the mirror blushing. You were in some tshirt material grey mini shorts and a white camisole completely as natural as you can be without being unclothed. “Well… are you always watching me?” “You know I have to… If I don’t, someone could hurt you.” The fun was taken out of the conversation bringing up her mortality and she shrugged after kissing him as he walked in and went back to the mirror pinching your chubby cheeks as Bucky is brushing his hair taking his shirt off for a shower. “Hey Buck…” One foot in the shower about to turn on the water he looks at her. “Yeah?” “Do you think I look fat?” He was silent. “B…bucky?” He groaned and looked at her. “This question is loaded. I do not know which is good or bad. I don’t know what you want me to say? I guess that currently wafer thin is in. Back in my days it was generously curvy. I don’t wanna upset you, Doll. I know that girls seem to overthink these things.” “Overthink?” He nods and sits on the edge of the hot tub in the restroom looking up at you. “You have nothing to worry about. So try to see that. You look curvy not fat. Ideal.” She nods. “Thank you Bucky.” He smiled soft nodding and gets in the shower. 

Steve Rogers

 “Do you think I need to change how I look?” Checking her reflection in a window to the conference room where all the avengers were sitting, another annoying probably pointless meeting about coffee cups Tony was scheduling. Steve didn’t mind missing one boring meeting to help his number one girl. He took her hand before he walked in the door and took her to his room. “Why would my best girl want to change how she looked?” “Did someone say something to you darlin?” He kissed the top of her head looking down at her eyes. “Tell me. Did someone make you feel inferior?” “No one other than myself Stevie.” “I wish you could see yourself how I see you. Your weight gives your body shape. My weight does the same.” She almost giggles. “Steve you are the most fit man I’d ever known. You have abs galore.” “Doesn’t make me less human.” He says caressing her cheek. She got the point.

Peter Parker

“I got a message from this teen modeling agency… you know the ones they always send out? From school? They are having a contest… Do you think I could beat Peter?” She said, poking at her upper arm. Peter sighed and got on his knee in front of the mirror and sat her on it, her back facing the mirror looking at him, and looked up at her. “Do you really want to enter this contest thing?” She shook her head. “I just wanna be pretty, Peter.” Tears started streaming down her face. He took her face in his hands. “They hurt things that are most beautiful… that they just don’t understand... I just don’t want them to make fun of you like you fear. I think you could win every modeling thing in all the universe. Trust me… I would know. I’ve been. But hey… My opinion is all that matters. Right?” She smiled softly nodding tears flowing slower looking up at him. “Don’t cry anymore. Please it breaks my heart.” She nods and hugs him tight.

Loki Laufeyson

“Loki! I’m so big! This dress doesn’t fit!” she screamed. “You aren’t big,” Loki walked over to her slowly and he looked at his queen who was struggling to fit into her new dress. “You are literally the God of lies. Why should I believe you?” Loki looked down at her. “So, I am to be chastised for a century long characterization that was placed on me. Like you’ve been labeled ‘fat’? Should my words mean nothing because of what other people have  decided to call me for mistakes I may or may not have created in the past?” “You know every dress must be fit and tailored to the woman by a seamstress. I see nothing wrong with you needing it to be let out my queen.” She thought, “Loki, I love you.” he grinned his typical charming yet misleading smile but truly meaning good. 

Thor Odinson

She looked at the scale in the corner of the bathroom. tears welling up and he shakes his head keeping her from making a mad dash to the number machine. “Do you only care about size? I didn’t think you were that shallow.” she sighed. “What if I were a larger than average male? Would you hate me as much as you hate yourself and want to leave me?” Not had told her about his time being overweight and down in the dumps. “You make it seem like weight is the only thing that matters… in your mind. It’s not the only thing in the world. In fact I could care less about the whole thing. There are worse things in the world. The nine realms even…” “but Thor the other girls…” “Yes… girls… I thought you were a woman, mi lady. I want a woman.” He arched a brow looking down at her hugging her now. She smiled softly. Then answers his question. “No. I would love you anyway.” “I used to weigh more than you do.” Not knowing that was the wrong thing to say. “You are so fit Thor. Why did you want me?” “I love you. I could go on all day about how much I adored you.” “You may have to.” “Of course. You have sparkling eyes. You have beautiful hair. Your body is as the waves of the ocean. Youre more beautiful than you can even imagine.  You are smart. You are strong. You are incredible. You are……..” Thor continued with sweet nothings as he cuddles with her. 

Clint Barton

“Take a picture it may last longer.” Clint arched a brow standing against the bedroom door frame at his beautiful girl. “Hey clint.” She said in a small voice and she posed one last time in the mirror before turning to face him still in the doorway. Never having seen her like this before. “You know that you are a bigger girl. Yes?” Tears started flowing from her eyes. “I’m sorry I’m too fat for you!” Clint just looked at her shaking his head and uncrosses his arms and walks across the bathroom floor to go to her and pulled her in a strong hug. “I couldn’t be without you. I truly don’t care about the weight.” 

Deadpool

After Wade lost Vannessa and he came to terms with it, he saw her. She was everything to him, Instantly. As quick as it was with Vannessa. He had to be hers. The only thing is that this girl was bigger than vanessa. It would had bothered him before the change to his own body before Ajax (frances ;D) got ahold of him. But he watched her walk and loved how her body swayed to its own beat. One day he found her staring in the mirror, about 6 months from when they originally met and she moved in. He had just come home from a long long fight day with Colossus and Negasonic Teenage Warhead at a nursing home oddly enough. “Hey… y/n!” he skipped in and flopped on the end of the bed posing in a laying down position propped up on his elbow and he shakes his head. “Hey, Wade…” He noticed she seemed out of it. He got up and smacked her bottom. “What are we looking at?” trying to keep the mood up. He looked over her shoulder, his chin was on, hands on her hips, looking in the mirror with her. She didn’t answer. “Don’t frown.” He smiled softer letting the mood fall seeing how insecure she really is at the moment. “Wade…” She brushed off his hands from her hip and tried to walk away from him but him being stronger than her that of course didn’t work. He kept her in place. “What are we looking at?” “My huge body…” she closed her eyes not to see what Wade’s eyes may be looking at if he was as disgusted as you were. Wade shook his head. “Babe… I wouldn’t be with you if you weren’t sexy as Hell. Make me shallow or not… I’ve seen lots of hot girls but YOU are sexy.” He kissed her shoulder blade. She smiled and kissed his cheek. “Thank you Wade.” “You put up with the earthquake lines that is my face so you get respect too. I’d think you were hot anyway though.” He kissed her lips passionately.

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[tikus-library]

"Vulnerable"

Avengers AU - Drabble

Characters: Clint, reader, ft. Nat & Tony

Posted: Feb 28th

WARNINGS: mentions of abuse, domestic violence, ANGST, physical violence

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@witchygagirl ya know I had to go for angst... (sorry about the gif I couldn't find it when looking)

Clint took in a shaky breath and clutched the edge of the counter until his knuckles turned white. He knew better than to have an outburst, you were already in enough shit, he didn't need to scare you, but… god fucking dammit. He took in another slower breath. The only noise in the room was the barely there sound of the air running through the vents and his deep breathing. He closed his eyes and moved slowly, looking over his shoulder at you.

You hadn't moved. Nor sound had escaped you. He doubted you had even blinked and he wasn't sure if you were even breathing but since you hadn't keeled over he guessed you were breathing…

Tony and Nat were the only ones to know. He had snuck you in with their help. Slowly he unbuttoned the top of his shirt, rolling his sleeves up. You had to be in shock. Fuck. His stomach turned at the memory of the phone call.

**

He had been mid recon mission when your call came through. Not even outside the city, he had found it odd that you were calling him, but he still answered.

At first it had seemed like you had mistakenly butt dialed him when he answered and there was no sound. He had frowned at his phone, about to hang up when his gut churned, he didn't like the feeling that came over him.

He had been on his feet in seconds, making a beeline for the building's elevator and ignoring the startled shout from his hostess.

"Y/N? Y/N answer me!" He had demanded.

But you hadn't.

Instead he heard a few noises that sounded like shit falling to the ground, the unmistakable sound of a grunt and then you had cursed.

Now you sat stone still on the edge of the medical table. He took in another shaky breath before he filled the little tub with water, leaving it to pull out the wound cleaner and a few bandages. You looked small, frail, vulnerable. His throat tightened. He didn't like that.

He set the items he had grabbed near you on the small roll around table and went back to turn off the water and pulled out the small tub. He carefully dumped some of it out and dropped a clean towel into it, moving back towards you and setting the tub down. "Hey," he disliked the way you didn't react. "Gonna clean you up now, this might hurt a bit." Still you didn't move.

He started with your hands. Your knuckles were cracked and bloody, he used the wound care spray to clean those up, twisting the clean towel free of excess water and carefully cleaning them. He moved the warm towel over your fingers, your skin bruised and scratch marks littered your arms which he worked on next.

You had put up a fight. He was proud of you. Of course you had. He sucked in a breath when he lifted your chin, your right eye was swollen and already bruising, not that you couldn't see though. Clint carefully cleaned the dry blood from your lip, grateful your nose wasn't broken.

**

Friday directed him to your apartment when he asked her to trace your phone call. The one he hadn't hung up on, the one where he listened intently, bearing witness to the sound of an all out brawl on the other end. Punctuated by curses from both parties, his chest seizing every time you screamed, he wasn't sure if it was just in anger or if you were truly terrified.

Then it got quiet.

HE was terrified.

Did you know he was on the way?

The door to your apartment wasn't locked, it had been left open, he imagined your boyfriend had run, carefully he stepped in.

**

You blinked as he worked diligently to clean the blood from your face, carefully undressing you. Wrapping gauze around your knuckles, a small bandage above your eyebrow, others along your forearms. Clint had seen you in your underwear plenty of times. Changing during missions, training, there had been the time the both of you had landed in that frozen lake; he had seen you after missions, cut and beaten- laughter bubbling up out of you. But these bruises? He carefully dressed you in the clean clothes Natasha had set out before leaving quietly.

Deadly silent as Tony turned on his heel to follow.

Clint knew that silence.

They had business to take care of.

He had you to take care of. He flinched at the site of fist sized bruises along your torso. His jaw ticking as he looked away.

"I'm alright," your voice was scratchy, you knew there would be bruises forming in the shape of fingers around your neck soon if they hadn't already shown up.

Clint's blue eyes crashed into your gaze, he looked shocked. That you had spoken?

"I'm not broken. I fought him off."

"He never should have touched you," he bit out harshly.

You swallowed. Your words were thick when you spoke, "I turned my back, my fault."

It had been stupid. You hadn't gotten dinner or made it. He had been hungry and you told him to order take out. The first hit had been along your ribs, knocking the wind out of you, he had taken advantage of that and shoved you forwards into the cabinets, hence the black eye and split lip.

"He never hit me before," you explained when Clint closed his eyes and turned his head away from you. It had completely taken you by surprise. "I mean– we rough housed, but that was just playing, he never really meant it."

Clint took a step back away from you. Hands clenching at his sides.

Panic swamped you. Real panic. You hadn't felt that when you were fighting your boyfriend in your apartment, not even when he got you on the ground and wrapped his hands around your throat.

But Clint backing away from you– in disgust? Disappointment? Tears sprung unbidden, your breathing hitched, "Clint…" your voice came out in a small whimper, "I'm sorry" you had dialed him without really thinking, about to end the call when you remembered he was on a recon mission and then… Craig had been right. You were a bother. Useless. Had to have one of your avenger buddies come save you.

But you had fought him off hadn't you? The last thing you remembered was hitting him as he strangled you. "OH," you hadn't fought him off. You had passed out under him.

"Do you know how it felt to see you like that?" He asked, voice thick.

"I'm sorry." The words hung in the air between the two of you, the sound of the air sifting through quietly.

You clenched the edge of the medical table unable to look at him as he mapped your face, memorizing each and every bruise.

Clint bit back the words that clawed at his throat, I love you, I wouldn't treat you like this. Instead he wrapped an arm around your waist and helped you to your feet. "Let's get you to bed."

"Thanks."

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[crazycookiecrumbles]

Ugh, Men

Masterlist

A/N:  This is just a bit of a mess with some OG6-ish sort of shit added in. TBH IDK why i’m even still writing lmao

Pairings/Characters:  Jennifer Walters x Platonic! Reader; Avengers x Reader (Platonic —for now? IDFK)

Warnings: fluffy crack, attorney bashing; Tony being delinquent on his level one tony stark bullshit

Summary:  Jennifer’s in town on a little vacation to visit Bruce, which happens to be a perfect time to invite you so she can catch up with her best friend. 

Jennifer’s head flew back as she laughed, her hands flailing in front of her while you were shaking your head, pinching the bridge of your nose as the memory of what had happened replayed itself in your mind.

“And this is why I hate attorneys,” you told your best friend while she continued to laugh.

“Oh, come on. We’re not all that bad, right?” She asked you with a straight face before you both started to snort and laugh.  You both took a shot together and took a few seconds to yourselves before she nodded and moved her hand, gesturing for you to continue. “Okay. So, you told the guy to restate his appearance for the record, right?”

“First, I laughed at him because I couldn’t believe he had the audacity to speak that fast,” you explained.

“Ah, so that’s how you ended up with Mr. Slow-Mo.”

“Who does that?” You scoffed. “Honestly, that man is too old and too seasoned to be treating the court reporter with that much vinegar. They know how it works! Slowly and clearly for the record or it’s not getting taken down. Ugh, I wanted to punch him so badly in his smug little face after he started to say his name in slow motion. Does he think he’s funny? He’s not. Dickhead. Ugh.”

“Well, it’s over now, and you’ve got a funny story to tell. Plus, you didn’t punch him, so that makes you even doubly better than him,” Jennifer pointed out.

“You know? I think you’re doubly right,” you replied and raised another shot glass.

Beaming, she grab another shot. You two toasted each other and downed your shots.

You and Jennifer had a long history together. You’d met each other while you were still working as a freelance court reporter. You were new, unseasoned, and had yet to be comfortable putting most of these older, stubborn, arrogant attorneys in their places in order to make your job easier. 

You’d met one day when you were growing particularly more and more frustrated with the plaintiff’s attorney. Having told him to stop interrupting and to slow down so many times, your hands were shaking and you yourself weren’t sure if you were going to cry or scream or both. Jennifer had asked to go off the record, and you couldn’t lie, you had wished she stayed on the record just to take down the verbal undressing she gave this man.

After the transcripts were done and there was no longer risk of any conflict, you two were having drinks together and sharing experiences. The rest? Well, safe to say, it was history.

Now, the two of you were sitting comfortably in Avengers tower. Jennifer was in town visiting her cousin and she was happy to visit you as well after you had moved to New York for a job in the courts rather than freelance any longer.

“You wanted to beat that guy for making a joke? Tough crowd. You sure you just didn’t need some chocolate that day?” Tony asked as he came around the bar to make himself a drink.

You and Jennifer went silent as you both stared at him. From a few feet away, Bruce sighed and grabbed a seat for himself to prepare for what was to come. Natasha rolled her eyes and muttered that she wasn’t going to be saving Tony this time around. Clint, comedically as always, immediately turned off the music that was playing so he could really enjoy this. Thor was mumbling that he was confused, as assault seemed like a fine answer to such arrogance, while Steve muttered that he might be seeing that happen right that moment.

“Some chocolate, really? That’s your response, a PMS joke?” You snapped at Tony who blinked.

“I have some right now, actually, since it sounds like you need —“

“It’s the audacity to hire a court reporter for a service and then to blatantly disrespect them while they’re there to do a job they were hired to do,” Jennifer jumped in. “It’s having the nerve to continue on doing whatever it is they were doing, after the reporter tells them exactly what to do and what not to do! Consider the rage you feel when that SHIELD agency that I totally don’t know about at all contracts you to do something and then does everything they can just to make your life harder .It’s annoying, it’s frustrating, it’s —“

“Please, doesn’t happen. I do what I want,” Tony replied as he sipped his drink.

“It’s a waste, Jennifer. He doesn’t understand because he’s a white man with money and his brain is so far up his ass he feels nothing but pride, even for the stupidest things, 24/7,” you sighed.

“See? She gets it,” Tony beamed and raised his glass like it was a toast.

“Tony is useless and untrainable in these regards, ladies,” Natasha said as she walked over to the table. “I’m afraid he only remotely pretends to understand the female plight when Pepper is involved.”

“Hey? I’m plenty female-friendly! I love women,” Tony argued.

“You literally just stood there for about five minutes and showed how unfriendly you are,” Clint pointed out from across the room. “You didn’t even need to say anything, Tony. All you had to do was shut up and listen.”

“Exactly! You don’t have to feel the need to chime in on every single thing, Stark. All you have to do is sit down, shut up, smile, and look pretty while the women take care of business,” Jennifer told him, taking his drink from his hands and chugging it herself.

Tony blinked several times as he watched her, “Dare I say, Banner, your cousin is a little hostile with men. I am a victim here.”

Jennifer rolled her eyes and looked to Natasha, “Let me know when you want to file a lawsuit against him.I’ll make it happen.”

“Thank you, Jen. Far more useful than Bruce,” Natasha teased.

“Hey!” Bruce whined from his seat, hands going up in the air. “I did absolutely nothing wrong!”

“I mean, you totally could’ve told Tony to shut up instead of sitting down to watch the show, Bruce, allyship,” Clint said as he grabbed a slice of pizza.

Now Tony and Bruce both glared at Clint. They shared a look with one another before nodding. Tony began to throw ice cubes at Clint while Bruce announced he was going to go and break all of his arrows. Clint shouted in protest, ducking the ice and grabbing his pizza as he ran to go make sure his arrows went untouched.

Thor’s brow furrowed as he looked around at everyone, “Are we not going to punish these men, or what?”

You blinked as you raised your hand, “Actually, I’d totally go and — “

“I think you just need another drink,” Jennifer snorted as she poured another shot for you.

Natasha leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Let me know if you want to get some revenge on that attorney.”

“Natasha,” Steve said in a warning tone as he looked at her.

Natasha rolled her eyes and stood up straight, “Oh, golly, sorry grandpa. Didn’t realize you were the parent in charge tonight.”

Steve sighed heavily as he stared up at the ceiling and shook his head.

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[whimsicalfeelings]

stranger

They have to erase him to save him.

It was one or the other—retain his memories, but be reduced to a shell of a human, or live, with half of his life’s worth of memories gone.

It was never a choice, really—Natasha makes up her mind before the doctor even speaks.

One or the other.

She wants him to live, even if it means—

When Clint wakes up, he blinks blearily in the hospital lights.

“Hi,” he says to Natasha, grimacing a smile. “Who are you?”

Widows are meant to be forgotten. Natasha has never wished so bad the opposite.

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[vilentia]

Two Worlds Embrace

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[jinxquickfoot]

@badthingshappenbingo prompt: Trying Not to Cry

Find the fic on Ao3

“Morning, Boss.”

Kate’s tone is chipper. Upbeat, happy, top-o-the-morning chipper. Clint definitely isn’t going to suspect that a single thing is wrong.

Clint squints up at her over the coffee he’s just poured. “What’s wrong?"

“Literally all I said was good morning.”

“Uh-huh.” Clint’s eyes travel down to the Daily Bugle clutched in Kate’s hand. “Good read?”

“No, actually.” Kate hastily balls up the paper, lobbing it towards the trash. It bounces off the rim. “It was so boring that I’ve forgotten what I read.”

“Kate, you just missed a shot from three feet away.” Clint moves to pick the paper up.

“No, don’t! You don’t want to read that.”

Clint takes her in again, then relaxes. “What is this time? That archery is a ridiculous superpower? That I’m the most useless Avenger? That no one knows why I was even on the team to begin with?”

Kate tries to distract him as Clint starts to uncrumple the paper. “All of which would be cleared up if you agreed to do just one interview.”

“I don’t waste time on reporters. Never have, never will.” He succeeds in unfurling the pages. “Kate, I've been hearing that kind of stuff for years. Jesus, I agree with half of it—although not with the Bugle, everything that comes out of Jamison’s mouth is garbage. So don’t bother trying to spare my feelings, at this point I just ignore…” He trails off, finally finding the page that had slapped Kate in the face that morning.

“It’s fine,” Kate says, too quickly. “Like you said, garbage.” Her voice cracks on the last word, and Kate has never been more embarrassed in her life.

Clint slowly lifts his head from the article to her face.

“Just forget it.” She’s not going to cry about this. She’s not. “I have.”

She hasn’t. The words are seared into her.

The world is approaching a new generation of superheroes. From arugula green lawyers in California, to a rather womanly Thor sighting in Norway, to what some are calling a controversial and nepotistic choice of Captain America’s successor, to a brand new Iron Man struck down too soon in the form of Quentin Beck, it seems we do not need to fear a lack of superheroes in our future—whatever their quality may be.

The world has come a long way from the first battle for the planet in 2012, when six unlikely heroes gathered to rid New York of aliens. While it may be a relief to some that their titles are passed on, others—this newspaper included—argue that it is time for some mantles to be retired, if they ever should have been held to such high esteem in the first place.

Residents of New York would have spotted a purple-clad archer in their midsts over the Christmas period. The vigilante responsible for destroying the beloved Rockefeller Christmas tree has been identified as Kate Bishop, nepo-baby of Bishop Security, whose stocks have plummeted after the arrest of its CEO, Eleanor Bishop, in December.

While it may be comforting to hear that the younger Bishop is not planning to follow in the footsteps of her criminal mother, her other choice of career must be called into question. We are in the heyday of superheroes, from Captain Marvel to Doctor Strange, with powers beyond reckoning. Is this really an appropriate environment to be resurrecting the Hawkeye name? A bow and arrow versus the cosmic forces of time and space?

‘Superhero’ is now the number one job aspiration of anyone under eight years old, and it is tempting to believe that we could all put on a silly costume and run around saving the day from otherworldly monsters. And with a lack of scientific genius or enhanced abilities, it seems Bishop has reached for the easiest to imitate Avenger and given it her best shot. However, unlike her namesake, she is not hitting the bullseye.

With multiple counts of destruction of public property, the daughter of a known associate of Wilson ‘Kingpin’ Fisk, and an extremely superfluous choice of mentor to boot (really, what does Hawkeye even do when he runs out of arrows? Stand around and wait for the rest of the heroes to do the actual work?), perhaps it is time for Bishop to leave the play-pretend game to the children, and allow herself to grow up.

Clint is still watching her. Kate turns beet red as she feels him take in the tiny quiver of her lip, the way she knows her eyes are overbright and shiny.

Then he’s moving. “Stay here. I’m going out.”

“Where?” Kate demands.

Clint downs the rest of his coffee, then scoops up the entire pot for good measure. “Out.”

“You’re not going to the Bugle,” Kate protests. “You just said you don’t talk to reporters!”

“I’m going to talk to one today.”

“No, you’re not, don’t even worry about— Clint. Clint!”

But Clint and the coffee pot are already gone.

It’s hours before he comes back.

Kate’s curled up on the couch with Lucky, watching some rerun of a show she doesn’t particularly care about. She’d expected to finally cry the second Clint had left her apartment, but the tears hadn’t come. It’s as though they’re sitting in a block in her chest, weighing her down, refusing to shift.

The front door finally clicks open, Clint shucking off his rain-soaked jacket as he carefully places a now empty coffee pot by the shoe rack.

“So,” Kate calls from the couch. “How was your first time talking to the press?”

Clint’s answer is to lob a sheaf of paper across the room, where it lands perfectly on the coffee table next to her. “A copy of the article they’re running tomorrow. Page seven.”

Kate picks up the newspaper, scanning the first few opening lines before she tosses it away. “So you went down to the Bugle, pulled out your I used to be a very scary assassin act, and forced Jameson to write something nice about me.”

“I thought about it,” Clint admits. He makes his way over to the armchair opposite her, sinking into it with a relieved sigh. “But as tempting as it was, no.”

Kate frowns over the new article. “Then how—”

“Well, I started by pulling up the footage of you rescuing that cat from the burning building last week. And then I gave him the number of that couple whose bakery you stopped from being robbed on Tuesday. And then I called in a favour with a certain superhero in Hell’s Kitchen to remind Jameson just what a big deal it is that you took on Kingpin, alone, and won. Among other things. Why do you think I was gone all day?”

That block in Kate’s chest finally feels like it’s thawing. “So much for the press not mattering.”

Clint shrugs. “It doesn’t. And I can’t promise that you won’t have to get used to the constant jabs about why a non-powered human with a paleolithic weapon is running around with Avengers. And maybe those quips about being superfluous or whatever were true for me, but they are never going to be true for you.”

Kate’s lips twitch. “Well, you’re biased.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

Kate fiddles with one of Lucky’s ears. “You’re not superfluous, Clint. If you hadn’t been at the Battle of New York, my mom and I would have died. A lot more people would have died.”

He offers her a smile “Well, lucky I was there then. No one else could possibly annoy me into wearing a costume.”

“If your branding was on point, maybe they wouldn’t be throwing around words like superfluous in the first place.”

“No, they still would.” Clint seems entirely unbothered by the idea. “That’s not what I care about. What I do care about is when they make my partner cry.”

Kate ducks her head. “I didn’t cry.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

“It wasn’t just…” Kate pauses, clearing her throat. “All that stuff they said about me, that wasn’t fun. But I was actually more upset about what they said about my mom. Because maybe what they said about me is just opinion, or whatever, but what they said about her. It’s real.”

“I know,” Clint says softly. “But it’s not the whole truth. Like how she did it all to protect you.”

“Doesn’t make it right.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Clint clasps his hands together. “I know I’m meant to be flying back to the farm tonight, but I can stay.”

“I’m fine,” Kate says quickly. “Go back to your family. I pull you away from them enough.”

Clint considers her for a few more moments. “Or,” he offers. “You could come with me. The kids would love to see you.”

Kate pictures a weekend at the Barton farm, cooking with Laura, shooting a bow with Lila and Cooper, reading books to Nate. A little break to be around family for a while. “Do you get the Bugle delivered out there?”

“I can promise that we absolutely don’t.”

Kate sits up straight, making Lucky wag his tail at the potential for a walk or a snack. “Then a weekend at the farm sounds perfect.”

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 24

"Goodbye note"

Dear Nat,

I’m sorry. I’ve never wanted to sneak away like a coward. But after everything that happened lately, I can’t stay here anymore. I fucked up my whole life. Bobbi, Phil, Laura…. I fucked up every relationship I ever had. I thought it would be different with Bucky but hey, guess who fucked up again? 

You’re my best friend, Nat, my only friend.. But I have to go, have to leave. I will try to find a place to start my life anew. Please don’t try to find me because I know you could. 

I love you forever, Clint

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[girl-next-door-writes]

For @kjs-s.

"Why is it so damned cold in here?" You asked, picking up a blanket from the back of the sofa and wrapping it around your shoulders.

"Something's blown or burst or something." Clint shrugged, shuffling over to give you a little room to sit with him.

"Tony?" You asked, sitting as close to your friend as possible.

"Tony." He confirmed, tentatively placing his arm around you.

"Well, guess we should snuggle and watch something until he gets it fixed. I mean, that's got to be top of his list, right?"

"You know Stark, depends if he's hyper-fixated or bouncing from idea to idea." Clint had to supress a shiver as you wrapped the blanket over him and snuggled against his side. He had been crazy about you ever since you'd joined the team but he couldn't seem to cross that line from 'just friends'.

"I don't think it matters too much, not now I've got you to keep me warm." You looked up at him with a cheeky smile.

"Happy to help." He smiled back down at you and for just a moment he wondered if he should lean down and kiss you. Was this his chance? But all to soon you had shifted back and grabbed the remote, scrolling through to find something to watch and Clint simply held you close, memorising how you felt against him.

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Autumn Is Healing (Oct 3rd)

Flufftober Day Three--Thick as Thieves

drabble for steve rogers x super soldier!reader (see previous or series)

Summary: Having the same Hydra training has its perks. You and Bucky take on a challenge from the team. No warnings just fluff and humor. WC ~1k

“You are not psychic,” Sam scoffs. “No. No way.”

Bucky leans back on the couch in the common room. “Not psychic, but we could do it. I know we'd get every one of them right.”

“You’ll cheat. You know all the cards.”

“Make them,” you say casually. “Yeah, Sam, how about you make them? That way they aren’t predictable.”

“Seems fair,” Nat mutters, pointed and loud to make sure Sam is outnumbered.

“I’m not betting on that,” Sam grunts.

Clint raises his hand, Natasha, too. “We will.”

You glance at Bucky. You’re not excited about being bet on, but it is a kind of fun party trick and one of the only non-harmful uses for intense Hydra training. “For or against us?”

“If Sam’s against, then I’m all for it,” Clint waggles his eyebrows.

Sam tightens his arms across his chest, lips pursed. “They’re gonna cheat. Probably use morse code.”

“Agreed.”

The whole room turns to see Steve leaning in the doorway.

“I’ll be on Sam’s side.”

Your shoulders drop. Against you? Steve doesn’t think you can do it? That hurts until you see a wicked little smirk tip the corner of his mouth.

“Ok, Rogers. Thank you.” Sam relaxes. “What’s the prize?”

Nat stands to get paper and pens. “I say we make the cards first. We can figure out the wager when we see the difficulty.”

“How about each of you makes a card, traditional or a shape, and we’ll both guess two?” You’re nervous to suggest it, but it would be enough to prove Bucky’s point. Steve watches you carefully, taking the offered pen from Nat. “What? We don’t wanna be here all day.”

“Ok, but you have to get all of them right. No winning on a fluke.” Sam points to the kitchen. “Go over there, cheaters, no peeking!”

Bucky and you sigh, leaving the quartet to start their cards.

You and Bucky keep your hands behind your back. It’s all about body language and eye contact.

Sam insists that Bucky turn away when you are shown your first card, so there’s no chance Bucky could see its reflection in your eyes or something. He’s clearly skeptical but nervous about losing.

Nine of spades.

Ok. That’s pretty straightforward. First, you glance down to indicate darker. Black not red. Shift your eyes to the left for an odd number but keep your gaze slightly higher than horizontal. Not the highest but close to a royal. Finally, you blink slowly, smoothly, to match the smooth shape of the suit.

“Nine of spades,” Bucky blurts, “easy.”

You can’t help but laugh as Sam can’t find anything to critique as disqualifying.

Next, Bucky gets shown his first card.

He snorts immediately then gets serious and stares right at Steve.

“Square,” you yell.

“WHAT,” Steve shouts, “oh come on!”

Nat and Clint and Sam are in stitches.

“He’s not even the one who wrote the card,” Clint howls, “but they got you, Cap.”

It’s Steve’s turn to look at you a little disappointed, cheeks tinged pink above a forced frown. “I’m not a—“

“Next,” Bucky calls.

Sam shows you a neat, near-perfect circle that’s been meticulously shaded.

Ok, slightly harder, but you’ve got this. With an open stance, you relax first your neck, then your shoulders, then your diaphragm, softening your expression till your lips are slack. Round. You’re going around your body with manipulations. You sway back and forth gently, making the gesture three-dimensional.

“Sphere,” Bucky says with slight hesitation, but he’s still right.

Everyone seems fairly impressed, but you just look over at Steve and grin at his sly use of depth to make that difficult. You don’t break away from watching him (as he watches you, too) until Buck’s been shown his second card.

The room goes quiet although you and Bucky can’t speak or make noise to help each other.

He squints his eyes without blinking.

Fuck, it’s not a number or a shape, but he does then blink quickly. It has points, so none of the letters with a curve. That narrows it down significantly. A tick-up with his head means it’s a capital. Uh boy. This is gonna be tricky. That’s fifteen options. He looks to his left so it's not a vowel, and his gaze is not quite to the floor degrees so it's early on in the alphabet.

“Sam," you gripe, "did you write the letter ‘F’ for Falcon?”

Nat and Clint erupt in belly laughs on the couch.

Sam fumes. “The hell, you two?! That’s freaky.”

Steve covers his mouth with his hand, but from the look of his tight cheeks, he’s smiling under there.

Sam kicks at the back of the couch. “Man, I’m gonna go broke on this.”

“Wait, no,” you rush forward, panicking that this might actually make Sam dislike you a little bit. “That’s not necessary. What was the amount?”

“Losers have to take you two out to dinner at the most expensive place in the city,” Clint announces proudly, “and since you super soldiers have appetites like hippos, that’s bound to cost a pretty penny.”

Bucky strides over and tries to lean into Sam. “Aww, Sammy, if you wanted to go on a date so bad—“

Sam pushes Bucky off, but he’s failing to hide amusement. “I still say you cheated.”

“You put your own initial on a card,” you interject lovingly. “I’d say you made it easy, but no, you just made it obvious.”

“One more round,” Sam says with a finger up in Bucky’s chuckling face.

“No,” Nat and Clint jump simultaneously.

“Fair is fair, Sam.” Steve shrugs, licking his bottom lip before glancing up at you through his lashes. “I owe this lady a dinner.”

“I’m going to eat so much steak, man,” Bucky cracks as he swings an arm over Sam’s shoulders. “If I go on a run right before, I could easily eat a stack of filets.”

As the others all gather back on the couches, lounging to figure out their next distraction, you touch and smooth over your hair, blocking Steve’s unrelenting stare for a second.

“Nice job,” he whispers before heading to his seat again.

You stifle a shit-eating grin. “Thanks, loser.”

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