#clintasha fic

[poppypickle]

“You should come out with us.”

Natasha is halfway out the door of the firing range when Barton says it. It sounds casual, like he’s tossing out an idea that just occurred to him. But there’s something in his tone – some vague undercurrent of purpose – that makes her feel certain this idea did not just occur to him. So she stops short and turns around slowly, one foot still inside the room and one foot out the door.

“Where’s out? And who’s us?”

(Realized I never posted this after the Secret Santa exchange. Featuring early SHIELD Clint/Natasha, Coulson and some other familiar SHIELD faces, and karaoke.)

#clintasha #natasha x clint #clint/natasha #clintasha fic #clint barton #natasha romanoff #agents of shield #the avengers

[quietlyimplode]

Written for the @be-compromised promptathon, for the prompt “quiet my fears with the touch of your hand” by @archers-and-spies but wouldn’t occur at all without @wheelsup-sevenup ‘s amazing art (here) which inspired this.

Also @broken--bow ty for the sanity.

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quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

Word count: 552

PG (I guess?)

Nil warnings - panic attacks if anything

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There’s a pit in Natasha’s stomach.

It feels like it grows every time she breathes in, her chest constricting as she takes a deep breath trying to expand her lungs against it.

She’s not sure what the feeling is.

Fear, maybe.

Grief too perhaps.

Though why it should be the latter, she’s not too sure.

It’s okay.

Everything is okay.

She just needs to relay that to her brain, to stop the panic. Glancing at Clint, he seems oblivious to her internal struggle of needing breath and the underlying panic.

But that’s how it should be.

No one should be able to tell.

Isn’t that what all the lessons were about? The way they taught her to mask her feelings, to not show how she was feeling?

Natasha takes another shaky breath.

Clint, still oblivious, hands her water, and she holds onto it, trying to get heart heart rate under control.

You’re okay, she thinks, everything is okay.

She touches her fingers to each other, knowing the movement is small enough that Clint won’t notice but helps to give her something to focus on.

The jacket over her feels too hot, but does it’s job in covering the bandages over her arm, as they wait for the bus.

The fear that growls low, sits tight but doesn’t grow, no one has come, no one is chasing them. She shouldn’t be scared.

Glancing at Clint, he continues to chew on his apple, and glances back to her, offering her some.

She shakes her head and smiles shallowly.

Breathe, she reminds herself.

She slows her breath deliberately, counting as she does it.

3.

Breathe in.

2.

Hold.

1.

Let it go.

Her chest opens a little.

Clint stands from his squat, and starts talking.

She’s functional enough that she can smile when needed, answer his questions and nod.

He doesn’t know the panic that beats at her.

Panic that shouldn’t even be there.

There’s no reason for it.

She wants to lie down.

It feels like she’s been fighting this, and the adrenaline that keeps dumping through her keeps escalating it.

Clint waves the bus down.

His bandaged hand white against the darkness of night.

It does the trick and they’re loaded onto the bus quickly.

Taking their seats, Natasha feels her face burn, overheating as adrenaline pushes it’s way through her veins.

Her chest starts to constrict again.

She’s not built for this worry.

She’s not built to be a part of this world when all it gives her it’s constant stress and panic.

And then Clint rests his head in her lap.

Her chest releases minimally; the weight of him providing the deep pressure her body craves. Unconsciously, he touches her hand.

3.

2.

1.

Even when he doesn’t know the thoughts in her head and wind up of her body, he seems to know how to help.

Breathe, she reminds herself, as she forgets again.

She takes off her jacket, now they’re seated and in a smaller; safer environment.

One hour til they’re at the safe house, and she can have a shower, and either panic for real or ground herself properly.

Sixty minutes.

Natasha yawns.

They’re moving.

She’ll wake if anything changes.

She trusts her body to do that, at least.

Resting her head on Clint’s back, she closes her eyes gently.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

#natasha romanoff #clintasha fanfiction #clintasha #black widow #clint barton #my fic #hawkeye #natasha romanoff fic #clintasha fanfic #clintasha fic #marvel fic #be-compromised

[scaarletwiitch]

Ohhhh. Snippet from the target language verse?

Hey thanks for the request. I did start it during the ticket queue but then had to fight for my life so just finished today. I warn you, it really is just a snippet:

Target Language Chapter 5

Hearing Aid Problems

“This is why, this is why I always get mine in purple,” Clint complained as he grasped blindly under the couch. “That way, you can find them when this happens.”

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[chaotictasha]

Incorrect quotes #83

Y/n: Anyone else feel good when their brain releases a bunch of endorphins?

Nat: Can't relate...

Clint : Why would my brain release a bunch of dolphins?

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[itsdrippingred]

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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[widowsresolve]

Chapter 52!

“Hey,” Clint lightheartedly warned as Natasha reached across him to snag a cherry tomato. “Those aren’t for munching tonight.” She smirked at him in unapologetic challenge and coyly said, “I don’t see you stopping me.” “You get one freebie.” Without breaking eye contact, Natasha popped the tomato into her mouth and started to reach for another only for Clint to gently grab her wrist. “Not a snack bar.”

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#clintasha fic #clint barton #natasha romanoff #marvel fanfic #monkeyfic #we're still alive here life has just been busy #but redamancy verse lives in my head 24/7

[writerkenna]

Chapter 4 of ‘mixed ingredients’ is out!!

#clintasha #clint barton #natasha romanoff #clintasha fic #kid fic

[purple--queen]

I remember it all too well

Note: It snowed today & i needed a little Clintasha fluff. thats it.just a short little something. Fluff fluff fluff. Yes the title was inspired by “All to well”-by Taylor  Swift

Pairing: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff

Warning: a short mention of blood. blink & you will miss it

Word count: 291 

Snow prances from the golden-red hued sky, draping the landscape in a blanket of white, while the rising sun casts a golden glow on everything. Something peaceful and calming hides behind every falling snowflake and contentedly she breathes in the cold fresh air. Something soothing flows through her body. Something she hadn't felt in a long time. Something she chases after and can hardly grasp.

Two warm arms wrap around her. 

 An all too familiar smell envelops her. 

 Her heart beats with affection.

"What are you doing out here?" Clint asks, still in a sleepy raspy voice, kissing her cold cheek. "Enjoy the first snow," she replies, leaning further into his embrace. They let themselves be enveloped by the snow. "It was snowing back then, too," Natasha recalls, the warm feeling inside her swelling at the memory. "Remember?" she asks, smiling as images play in her mind. "Of course I remember," Clint says with a grin. His head is resting on her shoulder and she knows he's thinking the same thing.

That he, too, thinks back to the snowy November day that changed their lives forever.

It was the deepest of winter and it had been snowing for three days. She was sitting on a bench, snow was falling on her and her cheeks were flushed from the cold. It wasn't their first meeting, but it was their most important. "I can help you," he had said optimistically and full of promise. Her gaze swept to the sky before she pulled one of his arrows out of her cloak. Dried blood hung at the top. "I know," she replied knowingly, with a guarded smile and an expression in her eyes that was full of hope.

"I remember it all too well."

#clintasha #clint barton/natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff #clint barton #clintasha fic #i always have the comic versions in mind when i write something #but this could be also the mcu characters... #comic clint barton #comic natasha romanoff #i also love to mix comic & mcu...which means i have the comic characters & use some parts of the mcu #purplewriting

[stasiachan14]

I get such a sense of satisfaction from filling notebook pages. 🌻

#clintasha fanfic #clintasha #natasha romanoff #hawkeye #clint barton #black widow #otp #marvel #clintashababy #clint and natasha #clintasha fic #strike team delta #clint x natasha

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

It's Not That Kind Of Party

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1k, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, E-rating, Canon AU

Summary: Clint and Natasha get stranded outside of Longyearbyen, Svalbard in the arctic region of Norway. They together find shelter.

#marvel #clintasha #natasha romanoff #clint barton #natasha x clint #clint x natasha #natasha mcu #mcu #natasha romonova #marvel cinematic universe #avengers #the avengers #clint/natasha #mcu clint barton #mcu natasha romanoff #mcu fic #clintasha fic #clintasha fanfic

[marvelandimagine]

Clint Barton Masterlist

A Little Help From My Friends : [Request] Bucky and the reader are best friends, she’s an enhanced soldier and their favorite thing to do is speak in other languages around the team because they can’t understand them -cept Nat ofc- and Bucky keeps teasing and pestering her about her crush on Clint 

Love Can Heal: [Request] Clint is training you to use a bow and arrow and every time he touches you to help, you flinch and back away and he doesn’t know why. 

Drabbles

Regret

#clint barton #clint barton x reader #clint barton x you #clint barton fic #clint barton imagine #Hawkeye x reader #hawkeye imagine #hawkeye fic #marvel imagine #marvel fic #marvel one shot #clintasha fic

[poppypickle]

Did I write more Clint/Natasha fic? Yes, yes I did.

Do I have a problem? Yes, yes I do.

Prompt: speak now or forever hold your peace (for the @be-compromised promptathon)

#clintasha #clintasha fic #I remain so utterly committed to being back on my bullshit #clint barton #natasha romanoff #clint x natasha #natasha x clint #I am weak in the face of vintage Taylor Swift lyrics

[quietlyimplode]

For the @be-compromised Summer Ficathon. @cassiesinsanity prompted ‘Just because I love doesn’t mean I’ll let you win Mario Kart’ (crossposted to dreamwidth)

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“Fuck you,” she hisses.

“Fuck me?” Clint is astounded at her language.

“Well fuck you too,” he laughs.

“The fucking green shell,” she gestures to the screen.

“Better than the fucking blue shell,” he goads.

“Why are we swearing?” Natasha laughs, the tension disappearing.

He rounds on Toad and she growls.

“Don’t,” she warns.

“I have to,” he tells her, the end in sight as he urges Bowser to go just a little bit quicker.

“Don’t,” she warns again, the tension in the room building.

“Just because I love you,” he smiles; Bowser overtaking Toad, “doesn’t mean I’ll let you win Mario Kart,” he smiles condescendingly.

“Fuck off,” he laughs, as she launches herself at him, trying to wrestle the controller off him as Bowser crosses the finish line, Toad closely behind.

“Fuck you,” she hisses again.

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[scaarletwiitch]

New chapter of Target Language

This one's for @fxckyeahclintasha who blogs about Katie Barton as much as I think about her.

Eight Week Check-up - Chapter 4

The first smile each day was something she could not have imagined before she experienced it. She would never tire of peering over the edge of the bedside crib and being greeted by Katie’s blue eyes. The way they lit up like stars on a clear night and the way her mouth broke into a gummy smile let Natasha know that Katie knew exactly who she was.

“Good morning,” she whispered, reaching out to tickle Katie’s little chin and offering the infant a smile in return.

Katie’s smile widened and her little legs kicked out in excitement.

“Are you ready? We’ve got a busy day,” Natasha tickled the sole of the foot Katie had managed to grab a hold of. Katie’s hand let go and made a swipe, but missed whatever her target had been. “Do you want to wake daddy?”

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[skyeward-otp]

So….I’ve written my first Marvel/Clintasha fic and I really hope you all enjoy it. It’s 8k of momTasha with a little bit of canon divergence and a sprinkling of chaotic Clint.

Hope you all enjoy it!

#Marvel #Clintasha #Clintasha fic

[itsdrippingred]

Broken Rebound

***** Plot: Basically Natasha is trying to get over Clint and she’s failing merbaby.

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Her body tensed as she was grabbed and pulled into a kiss that was far too rough for her liking. Far too hungry and too eager. Perhaps it hadn't have been a problem another life time ago.. but tonight it made her stomach turn to be touched like this.

This, however, was unbeknownst to the younger agent who was being far too impulsive with his one and only chance with the infamous Black Widow. He clearly lacked the experience of her older partner and for that she was trying desperately not to judge him for. Yet she found herself reminiscing about the Archer who had bid her goodbye not but weeks before in order to follow his dream of finding someone he could start a family with. her thoughts turned bitter upon remembering the office gossip she had over heard. Apparently a little blonde agent with a bird name was in her archers sights now. What was it the Americans said? Birds of a feather.. or something like that.

Natasha’s mind had obviously drifted from the task at hand, not that Ward, the agent aiding her in her sinful rebound, even noticed. She herself hardly notice until he bit her bottom lip just a little to hard and drew blood. This snapped her attention back to the younger agent. According to his files he was almost as good as she was in a lot of things. This, however, was not proving to be on of his strong suites. Utter disgust for the man before her pooled in her stomach as he grabbed at her waist and pushed her body into her couch but she wasn’t quiet ready to put an end to the charade. Maria had told her that a rebound would do her some good.. help her get over the hump that was Clint Barton but she'd never know if she stopped now. So instead she kissed him back just harshly and let the Widow out of her cage to take over. It was always less painful this way.

Perhaps, if Clint had let the Widow take over every now and again she wouldn’t be suffering through this agonizing and amateur exchange of passion that caused her to think bitterly of herself. Instead he saw through every act of hers and forbid her from performing. Instead he made her promise to feel every emotion and every sensation.. all of which turned into the sharpest daggers that he plunged into her heart when he left her. Now that pain, she had felt with every ounce of her soul. Natasha’s heart pricked at the memory and the Widow latched onto the man caught in her web. Slipping on top she took full control of the situation. Her hips rocked and her lips brushed against his in a teasing fashion spurring him into the frizzy she knew all to well he’d fall into. He tried to help, to rub against her in a helpful way but Natasha was left to roll her eyes every time this agent some how managed to miss the mark Clint never had. Her eyes rolled once more as his head ducked to her chest and he tried to kiss his way down only to be halted by the fabric of her shirt that protected her for now. Before that could change she pushed him back into the sofa and turned his head to the side to kiss something other than his lips. She had him moaning her name before her lips even traveled down his neck.

Slowly the Widow began to calm with the control she had gained and again gave the young agent free reign with the hope that he wouldn't abuse it. With his new found freedom he it he quickly took control and flipped her onto her back before he began to gently worship his way down her neck. For a moment, everything melted away as she closed her eyes and let softest moan part her lips for the first time that night. Maybe this would work after all? Or at least she hoped as Ward continued to worship his way down her collar bone before slowly lifting her shirt. For once he wasn’t met with any resistance and he took the opportunity to carefully kiss down the the center of her chest before flicking his tongue over a sensitive mound of her breast. It was then that Natasha almost moaned the wrong name as she imagined that she was burying her hands in her archers thick blonde hair just one more time. Ward was no where near as good as Clint had been but with her eyes closed he was close enough in that moment. So she kept her eyes closed knowing that she’d find ebony locks between her fingers and the face of a man she hardly cared for should she open them.

Allowing herself some peace, she to melted into the moment and lived in the memory of events that had long since passed. However it was short lived when he destroyed the moment with a with a harsh kiss. Her eyes snapped open and he bit her bottom lip hard enough to make her bleed for the second time that night. He then slid his teeth down her lip, splitting it right down the center before finally letting her go. Fire ignited in her eyes and anger swelled within her as the widow flipped them over and took the control back once again. He had officially lost all rights. Her shirt fell back around her waist as she pinned his hands above his head and rocked her hips until she felt him quivering beneath her. The Widow leaned in and with a growl commanded him, he arrived long before he ever got to remove his clothes, let alone hers. Yet he was left panting beneath her. Bliss showed on his features as she finally freed herself and slid off of his lap.

“You’re good.” Ward chimes as Natasha stood up.

“As good as you thought I’d be?” The Widow plays along coyly.

“Better! So much better!” A smile shows on her lips at his hasty answer. “So where do we sleep?”

“I didn’t know you were planning on staying.” She replies pointedly with a lifted brow.

“I wasn’t. I'm not. I’m joking.” He back pedals with a awkward chuckle and his answered met with a shrug.

“Well, this was fun.. but I’ve got an early morning. I’m sure you do too.” Natasha leads and the other agent nods.

“I've got to be up in a few hours myself.” He answers while getting up to grab his things. “But this was fun! We should do this again.”

“I’m not going to be state side for a few months.” She says flatly as she gets the door for him.

“Oh, that’s a shame.”

“A pity really.” Again her voice is flat as he slips past her and out the door.

“Hey.. Nat-“ her eyes narrow. “Natasha..”

“Yes.”

“Where you close?” He asks with a dorky grin.

“So close.” She lies flawlessly and with a smile all before sending him down the hall and out of her life for good. The door closes and Natasha groans before securing the deadbolt. “... So close to killing you and making it look like an accident..” She muses to herself as she heads back towards her bedroom.

She'll have to think of another way to get over her partner. Just not tonight.

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