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drgrlfriend · 5 months

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@brilcrist created this lovely art depicting a scene from my fic! My Heart Will Be Your Home by dr_girlfriend

Excerpt:

That is … definitely a guy fighting with a bow and arrow. He’s tall and blond — could probably pass for Steve at a distance, but maybe even a touch taller and built a bit leaner — wearing jeans and a t-shirt, a fancy-looking recurve bow in his hand and a quiver strapped slantways across his back. He’s got his back to a giant maple tree, and is firing arrows in a blur of motion while ducking lasers from the bots. These ones look a little like the Daleks from that show Tony and Bruce love — vaguely conical and stumpy, with what seems to be a single laser on each.

“Why ain’t he gettin’ up in that tree?” Bucky wonders aloud, revving through the preserve. “It’s a better tactical position.” He’s starting to see scattered bots now, and he slaloms a course through them, swinging his metal arm and sending them flying as he zooms by.

“Not everyone has sniper training,” Sam suggests. “He’s probably just some archery hobbyist, or something. Probably doesn’t know the first damn thing about fighting.”

A bot has gotten close up on the guy’s flank, and he seems to realize just in time. He somersaults sideways, coming up with an arrow in his hand and jamming it directly into the bot’s side just as a shot from Redwing finishes it off.

“I don’t know about that,” Steve says dryly. “Seems to be doing pretty good to me. Either way, we’re almost on him; Bucky, I’ll take the right side, you take the left.”

“Copy.” There’s a line of bots advancing on the guy and Bucky pulls up with a sharp twist, planting his left foot and letting the rear of the bike skid sideways so that the back wheel takes out the bots like a row of dominoes.

Out of the corner of his eye Bucky sees Steve hurtle over the handlebars of his own motorcycle and yeet the whole damn thing at a cluster of bots. No finesse, that guy.

Bucky jumps off his bike, swinging at the bots closest to him. He’s just about dealt with that cluster and is only a few paces away from the archer when the guy’s eyes widen. He lunges toward Bucky, pushing him aside just as one of the bots on the ground fires.

The man yelps and staggers, pressing a hand to his side.

“What kind of idiot are you?” Bucky growls, pulling the man back and putting his own body between him and the bot. “Let me take the hits!”

A furrow appears between the man’s brows, his mouth gaping for a moment, and then he seems to shake it off, nocking another arrow and loosing it. It skims so close to Bucky’s face that it stirs his hair, and Bucky whirls to see another bot was sneaking up on him.

“Jesus, these things are everywhere,” Bucky complains, drawing his Glock and firing, taking out the laser of the one on the ground.

“There’s a weak spot in the armor plating on the left side,” the man yells.

Time seems to stop for a moment, Bucky’s heart stuttering and then kicking into overdrive. The air around him suddenly seems crystal clear — Bucky can see every individual leaf on every tree, can hear the sighing of the wind and the rustle of the leaves, the whirring of the bots and the heartbeat and panting breaths of the guy as he ducks another laser.

“Bucky, did he —” Steve starts over the comm.

“Not now, Stevie,” Bucky manages. He shakes off his shock and forcibly shoves the revelation to the back of his mind in order to focus on the task at hand. Time seems to lurch back into a normal speed and Bucky concentrates on blocking the man from the line of fire of the largest cluster of approaching bots.

“I’ll make an opening, you run for it,” he shouts.

“I’m not leaving,” the man shouts back. Jesus christ, another vigilante-wannabe. They’re coming out of the woodwork these days. Was this guy even in the park when all this started, or did he come looking for a fight?

“Watch your back,” Bucky instructs with a mental shrug, and then there’s no more time for words, the two of them fighting fiercely against the oncoming wave of bots.

#bucky barnes #the winter soldier #clint barton #hawkeye #winterhawk #marvel #avengers #fanfiction #my heart will be your home #my fic #fan art #brilcrist

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deceitfuldevil · 5 months

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World’s Greatest Archer

Kate Bishop X Reader

Summary: Your part time job as an archery instructor, one of the many jobs you had to keep you afloat, just so happened to allow you to come across a pretty new face. After inviting her to a class of yours, she invites you to dinner the following night. What’s the worst that could happen?

Warnings: afab reader, mentions of exercise, suggestive physical contact, blatant ogling, canon level violence, kissing, allusions to smut, swearing?

Word Count: 1.5K

You lived a life of many dreams, that’s why you were living alone in New York City. That’s why you were simultaneously trying to make your childhood broadway dreams come true, going to school to get a degree and consequently a real job if need be, and working a few part time jobs to keep the lights on and your refrigerator stocked occasionally.

Regardless, one of your jobs you looked on more favorably was your part time gig as an archery instructor. Archery was another one of your passions growing up, and getting to practice it to this day was so fun. Also, the gym where you teach includes a membership with your employment. So you got to stay in shape too, and even sometimes, meet a new face.

You had just sat down at a machine that had been empty for a while to do some chest presses. Feeling particularly hot after the previous machine you had just used, you looked around to see the gym sparsely occupied and decided to take off your oversized modesty workout shirt. Leaving you in just some skin tight biker shorts and your sports bra that may have been a size too small for you, but it was in your favorite color!

Purple.

Someone else noticed your spilling breasts out of your tight purple sports bra, but you never noticed her. She stood quietly, having made her way back to the machine you were currently at about 30 seconds ago upon realizing she forgot her water bottle there. When she sees you, she quickly thanks lesbain jesus for this opportunity she’s been presented with. Her eyes traveled from your chest to your arms, caught on the subtle way your bicep flexes when you lift the bars. As your arms come down completely and she realizes this is her chance, she makes her move.

“Hi, sorry. I left my water bottle at this machine earlier on accident, it’s right behind you.”

A woman your age said as she appeared before you, wearing a cute purple and pink fitted jacket with a zipper brought down just far enough for you to-

“Oh, let me grab that for you!” you say immediately as you process her words. Leaning back with your left arm as you grab the water bottle. Not meaning to, you stretch your chest out and forward as you reach. It’s only for a moment, but it’s a moment she catches and indulges in. Then just as quick, you pulled forward and extended your arm with her water bottle in hand.

“Here you go. . .” you paused, intrigued to learn this beautiful woman’s name.

“Kate, Kate Bishop. . . where’d you get that bruise on your arm?” Kate said with a bit of a tone, was someone hurting you?

“Oh yeah, I got to teach an archery class of mine what happens when you don’t wear an arm guard.” you said simply and the pretty woman looked so confused, some people weren’t too familiar with the sport so you figured that was her case based on her reaction.

“You’re uh, you’re an archery teacher?” her mouth was running dry.

“I mean, I’m an instructor here. Just part time. But you should come to one of my classes! If you want, or whatever.” you spoke softly, getting shy at the end, but Kate was quick for a rebuttal.

“I’d love to!” Kate agrees instantly.

“Great! I actually have a beginners class in about 15 minutes. Would you come?” you offered eagerly.

Of course Kate agrees, she wants to spend more time with you as soon as possible.

No matter the fact that she had to feign ignorance about everything. But that was just it, the more she didn’t understand, the more confused she got; the more attention she got from you. Maybe you caught on when Kate was asking you for a lot of physical help, like what position to stand in, how far apart her legs should be, how high she should bring her arms.

Not that you weren’t basking in it, getting to run your hands all over her body to guide her was tantalizing. Small, intimate questions shared throughout the class as you repeatedly checked in on Kate. Getting to know each other a little better, might as well anyways since she’s pressing into you as you stand behind her to align her form with your body. If others weren’t in this class today, the lesson plan would’ve looked very different.

Just like that, class was over; and the tension was cut. But only for a moment, until Kate came back up to you after racking her bow. “Y’know, I think I might need some kind of verbal discussion to get a better handle of this sport, think we could do dinner tomorrow night? My place?”

Damn, she’s good; and bold. You smirked at her “I thought you’d never ask.”

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She’s totally done this before, it’s got to be a bit or something. You thought to yourself as you looked at the beauty in front of you. A beautiful woman, and a beautiful charcuterie board. Kate claimed she’s never made one before, and just grabbed the works from the grocery store like two hours before you arrived. Did I mention she bought a delicious bottle of red wine as well?

You two enjoyed a lovely dinner (yes, a charcuterie board counts as dinner.) and as you watched Kate take in her last bite in somehow in a very elegant, attractive way. She noticed you lingering stare and bit her lip playfully in response. “See something you like?” Kate teased, but before you could form a response there was a loud crash at her balcony window and she was in front of you in a second. “Stay behind me.” she whispered in a soft yet firm tone.

Kate took a few steps forward, reaching under her dining room table first removing a small model of a compound bow followed by a leather quiver of arrows. Latching the quiver to a belt on her hips, and knocking an arrow as she continued to tiptoe to her balcony to find the source of the crash. When she rounded the corner and saw two ‘old friends’ (if you can even call them that) from the tracksuit mafia, Kate immediately told you to go run and hide underneath the kitchen table.

Running as quickly as you could, you slipped underneath the table with ease, shaking slightly behind the chairs that surrounded the table and simultaneously kept you covered. But also gave you a perfect window to see how Kate was doing. You did not expect to look up and find Kate forcefully kicking one man back and then perfectly shooting the other one in the thigh. Fighting them both with such skill and such ease. You were amazed, entranced, absolutely enamored.

Kate rids the intruders of her apartment and then immediately drops everything and comes back to you, getting you out from under the table and bringing you to her bedroom. She inspects you all over looking you up and down a hundred times “Are you okay? Please tell me you’re not hurt.”

Maybe it was watching her fight, maybe it was the classy meats and cheeses, but something was making all of Kate’s words unintelligible soft melodies as you just looked up at her dreamily and wiped a bit of blood from her lip. Kate stopped fretting over you and froze upon your touch, her eyes flicking between your own and your lips. It’s a moment and not much more except this time Kate seizes the moment and her lips are on yours.

It’s a relieving feeling, a ‘this is how it should be’ kind of feeling when you kiss. Her soft pink pouted lips perfectly slotted over yours, the faint taste of brie and malbec on her tongue as she gently swipes at your lips, asking for entrance. Easily, you part your lips and kiss Kate with a certain wholeness that felt so right. It’s quick, your breathing is getting heavy, her hands are at your knees, traveling higher, and higher, and then-

“Wait a second.” you said pulling away abruptly. Kate immediately pulled back as well to listen to your concerns.

“You were absolutely clueless at my beginner’s archery class last night, and tonight I find out you’re The World’s Greatest Archer?!”

Kate’s cheeks went pink “Yeah. . . and? What about it?” she said in a small voice, all shy trying to play it down.

“Aaaaaaand, you lied to me?? Used me even!” you said with a touch of dramatic spunk, not actually minding if she took your class just to get close to you. At this point Kate got a sinister smirk on her face.

“Oh honey. . .” Kate trailed off, pushing you back onto her bed and climbing on top of you “I’m gonna use you alright, in fact I’m gonna use you just right.”

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A/N

(SPOILERS FOR ‘The Marvels’ AHEAD)

Well when I walked into the movie theater to watch ‘the marvels’ the last thing I expected to see was a Kate Bishop cameo, or to develop a thing for her character. But here I am!! About time I wrote fic about a female marvel character considering I’m a queer ass bitch who won’t date men irl 🤩🤩 anyways Kate is definitely one of my new characters I’m totally in love with so if you want to see more fics about her send me a request!! G-d knows I need to get back to writing more often…

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riveluart · 1 year

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Redraw of something I did for @queenwinry in honor of the sequel fic getting an update for the first time in years

(I haven’t gotten the chance to read it yet but I’m excited)

#ally cat doodles #my digital art #fan art #fmab #fma #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist #royai #riza hawkeye #roy mustang #fic art #it’s been so long I changed my whole ass name wow #but not my art handle and I’m proud of myself for managing to stick to my handle this long #I’m even quite attached to it now

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i-am-vita · 3 months

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"You have cursed my soul..."

I said I was going to photoshop it 👀 Design degree demands to be abused and so I indulged.

If you haven't gone to read @fanaticsnail series inspired by The Storyteller's Sapsorrow, wait no more!!! Because I'm going to be abusing my degree by designing bunch of banners for the Storyteller Prompts Club.

#one piece #opla #opla fic #x reader #one piece live action #mihawk #dracule mihawk #mihawk x reader #sapsorrow fic #fairytale au #dracule mihawk x reader #one piece mihawk #mihawk one piece #hawkeye mihawk #sapsorrow fan art

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fleursfairies · 4 months

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which character in a "peter takes a fieldtrip to avengers tower" fic are you

personally im clint in the vents

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3twindragons · 1 year

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“Clint eating pancakes made by Bucky who at that moment is turned into a werelion .” Drawing for the winner of my @marveltrumpshate auction for charity, Rufferto. This drawing is a scene from a fic that is currently in the making by @rufferto9

I loved making this piece of art. Thanks for the patience 💖

#marvel trumps hate #2023 #winterhawk #clintbarton #bucky barnes #werelion #fan art #for a fic #bucky x clint #clint/bucky #clintucky #clint barton #hawkeye #clint x bucky #clintbucky #the winter soldier #art #fanart

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the-widow-sisters · 1 year

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A sister always keeps you guessing,

But she’ll be there through thick and thin,

For every loss and every win,

Indeed, she is your greatest blessing...

Original Fic

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frankencanon · 9 months

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just watched puss in boots: the last wish and noticed that puss in boots looks a lot like dracule mihawk (particularly the hat), and now i can't stop thinking about an AU where mihawk gets turned into a cat — but NOT in the stereotypical fanfic trope way where they're just a normal cat, no i'm imagining an AU where mihawk gets turned into a walking, talking cat in a little feathered hat and boots with a tiny little sword, glaring at everyone and everything

he'll probably have to swordfight with his little necklace dagger since his normal sword would be way too big for him to handle

can you imagine shanks happening upon him? he wouldn't be able to stop laughing, rolling around on the floor and kicking his legs while mihawk stands a few feet away glaring at him with his fuzzy little arms crossed

edit: i've decided that mihawk's clothes would shrink with him, much like when luffy shrinks post-third gear... (there's a precedent)

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slightly-smarter-nat · 2 years

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Lucky The Pizza Dog || Kate Bishop

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Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2375 words.

Summary: Kate has no idea why Lucky is acting so strange.

A/N: Ahhhhhhh, I love Kate Bishop so much!!! Also, I am continuing with The Scarlet Apprentice and The Unknown Widow series, they just take me longer to write. Hopefully you all enjoy!

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

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Lucky The Pizza Dog: Kate Bishop-

“Come on boy, we need to hurry and meet Clint before we’re late.” Kate attempted to encourage her furry companion along the streets of New York, but Lucky wasn’t having it.

She was on her way to Clint’s Hotel, having agreed to have dinner with him, Laura and the kids whilst they were visiting.

It wasn’t like Lucky to behave this way, usually he was very good at listening, never being a problem on their daily walks. Though recently he has taken up the habit of stopping at a certain alleyway round the corner from Kate’s new apartment.

She gives his lead a few light tugs to get his attention, “Come on Luck, good boy, this way”. Lucky chose to ignore his owner, and continued to stare down the alleyway. Kate followed his line of sight, wondering if something was bothering him. There wasn’t anything she could see from a distance, and if she had more time she would happily go with him to investigate.

“Alright, that’s it, ‘Sir Dog Of Pizza’, time to board the ‘Bishop Express’.” Kate bent down to Lucky’s level and scooped him from the ground, much to his protest. After some slight squirming, he decided to rest his head on her shoulder and let out a whine, “I know, I know we can check it out another time okay buddy”.

Kate picked up her pace eager to make up for lost time.

Once she reached the corner of the Hotel, she placed Lucky down on the floor, to which he started to walk.

Once Lucky made eye contact with the Barton’s, his tail wagged uncontrollably and he started to bark in excitement.

“Who is it, who is that boy, go on, go see.” Kate checked her surroundings to see if it was safe enough to let Lucky off of his lead. Once free from his lead, he sprinted the short distance to Clint and jumped up eagerly for cuddles, to which Clint gladly reciprocated.

“Hey fella, how have you been? Yeah, yeah I missed you too bud,” Clint gave Lucky one big rub across his body; then walked away to talk to Kate.

Laura, Cooper, Lila and Nathaniel eagerly took over the cuddle duty to Lucky, smothering him in love.

“Better late than never Bishop.” Clint playfully said to Kate.

Kate scrunched her face in awkwardness, “Sorry, Lucky got distracted on the way, so we got held back a bit”.

“Well I’m just glad you’re here, it’s your turn to pick the Restaurant tonight. Come on, the kids have been dying to see you”.

The matter of the alleyway quickly left Kate’s mind after that as she spent time with what she considers to be her Second Family.

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A few days had passed since Kate met up with the Barton’s.

It was midday, and this time she was on her way to meet Yelena and Fanny for a puppy play-date at the local dog park. Lucky of course was in attendance, meaning they were back in the same situation as they were a few days ago. Kate was hesitant in taking the same route as the other night with him, but she thought it might have just been a one off, ‘maybe he saw a rat or something and wanted to chase it’, she concluded.

She tried her hardest to keep Lucky moving as they went past the alley, but with Lucky being the clever dog that he is, he knew exactly where he was and started veering off towards the gap.

“Noooo, Lucky we are going to the dog park, your most favourite place in the world, come on, it’s so much better than the dirty alleyway!” Kate began to reason with Lucky, who didn’t seem the slightest bit interested in what she had to say, “Come on, we get to see Yelena and Fanny, and play with the ball… ugh fine let's go see what the fuss is about”. Lucky wags his tail rapidly, tapping his feet in excitement as he lets Kate lead the way into the darkened passage.

Kate takes hesitant steps, trying to be as quiet as humanly possible, she doesn’t know what to expect down here. For all she knows someone could be waiting to jump out at her. Her efforts to remain silent are pointless, with a dog panting away happily, trying to encourage her further down the alley, he has no interest in stealth.

They make it to the end, and Kate looks around curiously, trying to figure out why Lucky would be so obsessed with coming down here in the first place. She sees a shift by one of the wooden fences that blocks off the passage from the other areas surrounding, she walks over slowly, ready to move the discarded paper bag on the floor, just as she is about to grab it, a pigeon suddenly makes its appearance and flys up towards her.

“Oh my- seriously, that’s what you wanted to come see? Come on, Yelena is probably wondering where we are.” Kate places her hand on her chest, attempting to process the shock experienced; she makes her way out towards the entrance, when her movements are halted by a very stubborn Lucky.

She turns back to look at him, she’s never seen him act like this before. He’s stood proud, not prepared to move from his spot.

She rolls her eyes, becoming frustrated, “Luck, please let’s just go”.

Lucky takes a seat on the floor. Making a point on his refusal to move.

“Unbelievable…” Kate takes out her phone, dialling Yelena’s number, “Hi Yelena, yeah we were on our way but Lucky is acting weird, can you just come and meet us and see if Fanny can convince him to leave the alleyway where we are, I’ll send you the location.”

After bidding Yelena a farewell, she hangs up the phone and crouches down to Lucky’s level. “The worst part is, you're too cute to stay mad at, you know that right”. She starts giving him some head rubs to which Lucky leans into.

Eventually, when Yelena turns up with Fanny-with lots of doggy voices and knee pats, Lucky leaves the alleyway, much to Kate’s relief. She makes a mental note to keep this in mind next time they go on a walk, trying to avoid this from becoming a regular occurrence.

It was the following week, thankfully Kate hadn’t experienced any stubbornness from Lucky. She completely avoided her usual route, making it easier to prevent Lucky from standing guard at his favourite spot.

It was just a casual walk today, no one to meet, just some time for Kate and Lucky to spend together.

Kate was admiring the flower stand situated outside one of the buildings she was passing, delicately running her fingers over the petals, admiring the wide variation of colours displayed.

“Excuse me, hi, how much for these purples ones?” She enquired to the stall owner.

Whilst engaged in conversation, she failed to notice how Lucky was pulling on his lead. She absentmindedly pulled back on his lead to keep him close by, attempting to reach out to stroke him and calm him down. As she went to pat him, she felt the lead go loose.

When she turned to inspect what had happened she saw Lucky bolting it down the street.

Abandoning the flowers, she rapidly moved to try and catch him up.

“Lucky! Lucky come back!” She yelled through the street, using a combination of commands and whistles to entice his attention.

Lucky made no effort to stop, he ran through the streets expertly, easily dodging pedestrians and traffic on the go.

Kate used all of her efforts to keep close to him, but after a particularly hard collision with a bystander, she fell to the ground, losing sight of where Lucky went.

She picked up the person she ran into to make sure they were okay- they were, she gave them several apologies and started on her way to find Lucky.

Kate became frantic, she was so worried about where Lucky was, she couldn’t lose him, he means so much to her, he’s family to her. She loves him more than life itself.

As she moves through the streets she stops a few people to ask if they have seen a Golden Retriever roaming the streets, to which many of them shook their heads and said they hadn’t seen one.

Kate noticed one man sitting at a bus stop, she decided to approach him, running out of options, “Excuse me, I am so sorry to bother you, but my dog just slipped his lead and has run away from me, I was wondering if you might have seen him? Here I have a picture of him…” Kate pulled out her phone, and zoomed past the many selfies she had of her and Lucky saved to her camera roll.

The man squints at the screen, “Yeah, I saw him, he ran that way, towards Sal’s place”.

Kate smiled at the information given, “Thank you so much, enjoy the rest of your day!”

She made her way to the direction she was instructed. After passing many stores and apartment buildings she reached the location specified.

After having time to breathe, she realised exactly where she was, she was at the front area of where Lucky refuses to leave- doing a full U-turn on their walk- how she only just realised this, she doesn’t know, in the panic she didn’t even think to check Lucky’s alleyway of choice.

She quickly makes her way to the alley, hoping to find Lucky there.

She cries in relief when she sees him there, happily wagging his tail like he didn’t just have Kate running for dear life to catch up to him.

“Oh, Lucky, don’t you ever do that again, I can’t even be mad, I am just so relieved you’re okay!” She kneels to the ground to cuddle Lucky, refusing to let him go.

After a few seconds, Lucky removes himself from her grip and runs over to the wooden fence at the end of the alleyway, “You’re actually being serious? I swear Lucky, if it is another Pigeon you’re sleeping on the couch for a week-no bed cuddles for you”.

She walks over to him to look at what he’s staring at, he looks up towards her, almost gauging to see if she’s paying attention. Suddenly he uses his nose to slide up a loose panel on the fence, squeezing through the new gap it has just made.

Kate stands there confused, unsure of why Lucky is showing her this. Since she hasn’t moved, Lucky pokes his head through the gap and barks encouraging Kate to follow.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” She attempts to push herself through the gap, barely fitting through, she then opts to jump the fence. Once she’s on the other side she notices a wide area, decorated with huge dumpsters; cardboard boxes and glass bottles.

She looks around trying to figure out where they are, she watches as Lucky walks up to a back door.

She follows him and looks to the sign displayed above, “Sal’s Pizzeria”, written above in red and green letters.

“Really? All this for pizza? We have pizza at home!” She tells Lucky, purely surprised with the amount of effort he has gone to for some pizza.

Lucky releases a low growl, to which Kate raises her eyebrow at, “You did not just growl at me.”

Lucky moves to scratch at the back door a few times with his paw; spinning on the spot to resume a sitting position.

A few seconds pass and a girl opens the door, wearing a uniform, “Wait, no way?! I haven’t seen you in months! Come here gorgeous boy!” Lucky eagerly runs into the girl’s arms receiving lots of kisses and cuddles. Kate stands there shocked, unsure what is going on.

After a few seconds of fuss, the girl casts her glance to Kate, “Oh I am so sorry, I didn’t see you there, I’m y/n.” She holds her hand out for Kate to shake, which Kate gladly accepts.

“Hi, I’m Kate, um sorry to disturb you, it’s just that Lucky led me here, and he has been adamant of coming here for weeks it seems and now I know why, I take it he likes the pizza?”

The girl nods eagerly, “Yes, he used to come here everyday, around the same time to get his pizza fix. I got so worried when he stopped coming, I just hoped nothing bad had happened to him, I see he made a new friend”.

Kate walks over to pat Lucky on the head, “Yeah, I’ve had him for a while now, I don’t know what I’d do without him”.

The girl smiles, “I’m so glad, thank you so much for taking care of him. I’d have taken him in myself but with growing up in Foster care and barely having a place of my own to call home, I couldn’t really offer him the home he deserved. To try and make up for it, I’d give him leftovers from the Restaurant and made him a makeshift bed in the Office”.

The girl leans down to rub Lucky’s face, “I missed him so much”.

Kate’s heart clenches at the sight, she can tell the girl really cares for Lucky and did her best to support him with what little she had.

“You know, you can visit him anytime, I’m sure he would love to have you around again”.

The girl raised her gaze to Kate at this, “Wow, thank you so much, that really means a lot. Would you like to come in for some food, the place is quiet and we’ve just made a fresh batch of Pizza ready to go”.

Kate nods her head, “Sure, I’d love that, we’ll meet you out front, probably best to sit him outside.”

“Yes of course”. The girl moves to give one last pat on Lucky’s head before heading in.

She briefly turns to Kate, casting her grateful smile.

Kate’s heart flutters at that, she has to remember to thank Lucky when they get home. If it wasn’t for him, she wouldn’t have met the girl of her dreams.

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goblininawig · 9 months

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Happy New Year, Kate Bishop

Read on A03 | Rated M | Words 3k

When she gets back into the City after Christmas, Kate finally takes Yelena to get that drink. It turns out to be quite the Girl's Night.

Tags: Yelena Belova & Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop, Post-Episode: s01e06 So This Is Christmas? (Hawkeye), New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, Making Out, Public Display of Affection, Blindfolds, Light Dom/sub, Scissoring, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Fluff and Smut, One Shot

#kate x yelena #yelena belova #kate bishop #hawkeye series #fan fic #mcu #marvel fandom #fluff and smut #rated m #read on a03 #goblininawig

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dearreader · 8 months

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*depending on my adhd i may not listen to the results (gotta follow the serotonin)

#i personally love that i have two different fan fics involving mash #kelly babels #fullmetal alchemist #writing #fanfiction #royai #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #popstar au #fmaxb99 #polls

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drgrlfriend · 1 year

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Fan artists are already amazing, but @aukanemin takes it to another level. Not only are their artworks gorgeous, lush, and detailed, but they are producing them in the midst of terrible conflict, power outages, and incredible uncertainty. I commissioned this work for my Winterhawk fic, Freedom's Reach, and am beyond thrilled with the result as well as the entire process. Bucky Barnes and Clint Barton were new characters for @aukanemin and they did an absolutely amazing job manifesting something that lived only in my imagination and making it ten times as beautiful in the process. 100% recommend stalking them for commissions to open up again so you can nab a masterpiece of your own. Freedom's Reach by dr_girlfriend

Summary:

Clint is about to move on when his eyes drift up to the lettering at the top of the window.

FREE PASSAGE TO THE WEST!

Clint knows that the circus folk mock him — call him too trusting, too soft-hearted — but even he knows nothing in this life comes free. The words puzzle him, and he reads them again carefully to make sure he hasn’t made a mistake.

His eyes are drawn to one posting at the very bottom corner, different from the others. This one is sun-faded and starting to yellow, curling at the corners. Clint crouches down, brow furrowing and lips moving as he sounds out the unfamiliar words.

Western Man Seeking a Husband — I am a kind and unassuming man of good financial means seeking a helpmate and companion. I have lost my arm in the service of our Union, but am otherwise free from disease. I am not particular as to looks, but am seeking an individual of equal youth and vivacity with whom I can share my affection and devotion. I am a man of quiet habits, moderate temperament, and kind disposition and would seek the same in my husband.

#winterhawk #clint barton #bucky barnes #hawkeye #the winter soldier #freedom's reach #fan art #gorgeous art #fanfiction #marvel #mcu #marvel comics #avengers #my fic #aukanemin #arranged marriage au #mail order husband au #western au #historical au

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murderous-coffeebean · 2 years

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Go for it, Hawkeye!

Had a convo with @genderqueer-klinger the other day that gave me a silly idea, so have this meme. 💜

M*A*S*H © CBS / original "Go for it, Nakamura!" manga cover © Syundei / art © Murderous-Coffeebean (tumblr & deviantART)

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dancethroughthethunder · 2 years

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you know what, fuck it. requests OPEN. for more info check my writing masterlist!!

I’m back baby!!!

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strawwritesfic · 2 years

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Clint Barton x Female!Civilian!Reader: Pusher

Summary: Holding out for a hero never does you much good...until tonight.

Rating/Warnings/Tags: T (alcohol; alcohol consumption; language; threatening behavior; possible abduction; meet-cute)

Challenge: "120 Bits of Random" challenge by SugarLandBabyGirl on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Pusher

Even with the alcohol running through your system, you knew a bad situation when you saw one. The guy herding you toward the bar parking lot had seemed nice enough back at your table when he’d came by to keep you company while your friends were out dancing. Now something about Jared just screamed creep.

“What’s the hold up?” he asked as you hesitated once again to look at the dance floor.

You had hoped you’d be able to wave a friend over to rescue you. If any of them remained in the club, they couldn’t see you any more than you could see them. As far as you could tell, the only person near enough to hear or see you was some drunk guy slumped over at a table to your left–and fat lot of good he would do you in a pinch.

While you were busy trying to fighting through the haze of the shots you’d consumed that evening, Jared smiled and pushed you toward the exit again.

“Come on,” he said in a hard, sugary voice. “I haven’t got all night.”

Unable to control your tongue well enough for a sharp response, you only laughed weakly. Were you drunk? No. But you were pretty buzzed, and Jared wasn’t having much trouble shoving you exactly where he wanted you to go. Once outside, nobody would see you. Maybe you couldn’t think straight, but you knew you didn’t want this complete stranger to get you to a secondary location.

“You weren’t teasing me earlier, were you?” he asked.

You shook your head frantically before attempting to dart around him back to the relative safety of the crowd.

Jared blocked your way, still grinning. “Running off on me wouldn’t be very polite, especially after I bought you a drink and all.”

“I–” Finally, words! Well, a word. Thank God said word started an excuse: “...need to get back. I’m the designated driver tonight.”

“You’re in no state to drive yourself. How about I drive you home?”

“No, thank you. They’ll worry if they can’t find me when they’re ready to leave. We’ll call a cab.”

He placed his hand on your shoulder, then slid it slowly down your arm. His smile didn’t put you at ease. You tensed under his touch with your mind racing uselessly.

“Don’t be like that. We’re really hitting it off here.” The hand on your arm thrust you backward, causing you to stumble. “We’re almost to my car already. So let’s just–”

“I think the lady’s made it perfectly clear she doesn’t want to go anywhere with you.”

Both your and the man’s heads whipped around toward the table where the drunk guy had been slumped only minutes before. He wasn’t drunk anymore. Now you didn’t think he hadn’t been drunk at all. His blue eyes were sharp and clear as they trained on your companion’s face, and his smile remained polite as he waited for an answer.

“You stay out of this,” Jared said stiffly.

The-not-so-drunk guy smiled more widely and shifted in his seat. Suddenly, the nocked bow he held under the table became very apparent, and it was trained right Jared’s head.

“Let’s try this again,” said the not-so-drunk guy calmly. “I think the lady’s made it perfectly clear she doesn’t want to go with anywhere. If you’re in such a rush to get home, why don’t you go ahead and leave?”

You froze in place, still with his hand clutching your arm. Who brought a bow to a club? Whatever the reason, aggravating this intruder probably wouldn’t do you any favors. Best not to attract his attention.

Jared apparently didn’t think the same way. “You–You’re fucking crazy. Bet you can’t even shoot that thing properly,” he said.

“Maybe I am. You want to keeping standing still there? We can find out real fast if I’m a decent shot."

Your possible hero tapped several seconds off with his foot. You guessed that Jared must have decided you weren’t worth the trouble of a possible arrow to the brain, because he made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat, threw you out of his way, and walked out the door, muttering darkly all the while.

You didn’t thaw out right away. Who knew? Perhaps Jared would pop back inside and drag you out to his car after all. When several minutes had passed and he didn’t return, your muscles slowly unwound. Once they did, you had calmed enough to notice the not-so-drunk guy’s bow was gone. His unusually sharp gaze fell now upon you.

“You all right?” he asked.

You nodded shakily.

“Need some help getting home?”

After the near-disaster you had only just avoided, was it any surprise that you quickly shook your head again? What if that guy had only rescued you so he could get you somewhere alone himself? You didn’t want to be rude, though. Swallowing roughly, you managed to rasp:

“My friends are around here somewhere.”

“Busy with their dates?”

You shrugged.

He pulled out the chair next to him and pointed at it. “How about I sit with you until they’re ready to leave, then? I promise I won’t try to take you anywhere.”

You hesitated. The thought of waiting somewhere alone again made you shiver. Without speaking, you walked swiftly over and sat down. Neither of you spoke for a long while. Eventually, he stopped watching you and turned his attention to bartender a few feet away. About half an hour later, your voice and your manners returned.

“Thanks,” you murmured.

He turned to you with a smile. “It was my pleasure.”

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hellogoodbye741 · 11 months

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Hi! I was just reading your work on AO3 and I was thinking that I would love to see anothtake on a sun Cb nt prompt!

I was thinking a similar society like the one in “I don’t need a sub” but Culson knew he was a sub and pre New York battle he used to be a very bad handler and a mean Dom to Clint. (Not sure how dark you could make Culson but l love darkness)

After NY and with Culson dead Clint breaks down and one of the Dom of the team takes care of him. Would love some misunderstandings of Clint expecting punishment and the Dom or Doms pampering him instead! (I’d really like a Tony/Clint but I’d really be happy with any paring!)

Hello!! Thanks for the prompt, I haven't received any in forever haha. Took me a bit, sorry for the wait. Hope you like it!

Also read it here at: What is This Feeling? or under the cut below

"You better call it Coulson, I'm starting to root for this guy" Hawk said the words, and then immediately bit his tongue.

He forgot that Coulson wasn't in a good mood tonight. Sassy comments were sure to send him over the edge again.

Not that Clint complained about that. Coulson had a lot going on at all times, and he didn't need a subordinate sub sassing him over comms.

Clint would apologize when they were alone together and take his punishment like a good boy. Coulson had a certain way of handling Clint when he got mouthy. It wasn't Clint's favorite, but he would never dare say anything about how Coulson handled him.

Coulson had been his SO and his Dom for more years that Clint could count. Coulson had saved his skin on more than one occasion, and he was forever grateful that the older man had brought him into SHIELD. He knows what could have happened if he hadn't.

With that much hanger on his shoulders, how could Clint not get on his knees for the man?

Besides, it wasn't all bad. Sometimes, Coulson would rake his fingers through Clint's hair afterwards for a moment. Would tell Clint he took his punishment good.

It was nice, while it lasted.

Clint knocked himself out of his thoughts as he watched the mountain of a man fall to his knees in anguish.

Damn, that's sad.

Clint kept his head bent, hands tucked tight behind his back. The anticipation of the punishment was always the worst feeling for Clint. Sometimes Coulson would leave Clint for hours in this position before finally punishing him. Clint never complained, but the older he got, the worse this was on his knees. He knew he wouldn't be able to get up anytime soon, regardless of what happened during the punishment.

"I've decided to be nice to you, Clint." Coulson said from behind him. "But only because we need you in your top form. Fury just gave you a new assignment, babysitting some scientists."

Clint made sure not to shift his way when he spoke, knowing that would just anger the older man. "Yes sir.... I understand"

"Good, that's a good boy. So, because I'm so nice. Just do a hundred push ups for me. That should be easy for you. And remember your place next time you make a sassy remark, okay?"

Clint nodded his head, "Yes sir. Thank you."

Clint stretched his body out into his push up form, starting his count. If he didn't count loud enough, Coulson would make him start over. If he didn't go deep enough, Coulson would step on him during the push ups. If Coulson didn't like his form, he would make Clint do it on his knuckles.

This time, Coulson kept it simple with just the push ups. They must really need him on the next assignment if Coulson let Clint get through all 100 push ups without saying anything.

Clint collapsed against the ground after his last push up, already exhausted. He had been up since very early that morning, and it was so late in the evening. He could feel the fatigue deep in his bones.

"Was that okay sir?" He said smoothly,. controlling his breathing.

"I didn't give you permission to talk," Coulson said sharply from above him.

Clint felt Coulson's shoe press firmly against his back. Not hard enough to hurt, but just enough pressure that Clint knew he needed to be careful.

This time, Clint wisely stayed silent.

Coulson waited a beat, "You did well Clint. Thank you. Now get some rest, your new assignment starts at 0400 hrs sharp"

So there wouldn't be much sleep then, it was already midnight.

Clint waited until Coulson had removed his foot, before slowing rising to his feet and taking a shower.

He came back into the room to see a bed had been set for him on the floor.

Lovely, at least he gave me a blanket and pillow.

Clint groaned, resting his head back against the pillow for a moment. "Why am I back? How'd you get him out?"

Natasha looked down at him and gave him a small smile, "Cognitive re-calibration. I hit you really hard in the head."

"Thanks"

That was all that needed to be said between them. The two SHIELD Agents didn't need many words said between them at any time. They were connected on a deeper level than that. If Clint hadn't been gay, and hadn't been a sub - he was sure he and Natasha would have already been together.

Sucks, really.

"Go get cleaned up," Natasha said softly. "We've got a battle to win"

Clint groaned, "I didn't sign up for Aliens, Nat."

"Neither did I, but I guess humans were getting a bit boring"

Clint shook his head and gingerly rolled out of the bed, "I need to take a shower before I start fighting again. I don't feel clean"

"You're gonna get clean just to get dirty again?"

"Listen, I never said I was smart"

Natasha snorted, which made Clint smile. Natasha seemed to be the only person in the world he could trust to not get angry or punish him for goofing around.

Hawk went into the bathroom to clean himself up. While he was in there, he heard Captain America (the Captain America that Coulson had been so obsessed with over the years) talking with Nat. He was asking her about a pilot.

Now that Clint could do.

He volunteered without a thought, and away they went.

Here I am, fighting aliens. Who would have thought? Maybe this'll put me in Coulson's good graces.

Clint wondered where Coulson was in all this mess. He would never have given up the chance to be on the Comms for Captain America.

Clint saw the aliens come straight for the building he was ontop of. Without a thought, Hawk lept from the building and swung his way through the closest window.

He lay on the floor for a second, completely winded.

Okay, this looks bad.

He hoped no one would know what he had done. If Coulson knew he had taken such a risk without thinking, his punishment wouldn't be as easy going as when they were in New Mexico.

I would deserve it though. I should have made a better plan that just swinging blindly.

He kept that thought with him during the rest of the battle. Always tense and ready for Coulson to call his name. Coulson never did anything in public in front of anyone. Would never alert others to Clint's designation. Being a sub in this line of work was dangerous for everyone involved. It just took one bad Dom and Clint could be ruined.

He was grateful Coulson was his dom.

But he was still always on guard, waiting for that certain tick in Coulson's voice. The sound always marked that Clint was in trouble.

Clint continued to wind himself up, piling anxieties on top of each other as they saved the world, arrested Loki, and headed for the closest Shwarma place.

Clint got to the point that he thought the waiting was the punishment, his stomach so tight he could barely eat his food.

Finally, he turned to Natasha and asked her point blank.

"Where's Coulson?"

Everyone froze in their seats for a moment.

This made Clint even more nervous. What the hell was going on?

"Clint... He's gone" Nat said to him bluntly.

"... What do you mean?"

"Loki murdered him"

Clint blanched, and then spun completely out of control.

Clint came to in a fog. His vision was blurry, and he was laying down in a location he had not been in before.

He was surrounded by warmth, and fingers were combing through his hair.

"Whu-?" he mumbled, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Then he remembered.

"Oh god" He sat up quickly, realizing he was curled up in someone's lap. They tried to catch him, but he flailed and fell onto the floor. "Oh shit, oh fuck"

"Hey, Clint, calm down"

Clint looked up and saw it had been Tony Stark (the Tony Stark!)'s lap that he had been curled up in. The man had his hands up and was exuding a calm and not-confrontational manner.

This confused Clint. Don't they realize what he'd done??? He got Coulson killed! Murdered! Under Clint's watch! Clint had been the reason Loki had been able to get on the HeliCarrier, which was a direct result of Coulson getting killed not to mention the hundreds of other injuries on other SHIELD personnel.

He should be punished for this! Serious punishment. My god, he should be jailed.

He felt his hands reach up to grasp at his hair as he switched over to his knees.

"Hey, hey, hey." Tony said soothingly, dropping to his knees next to Clint.

It made his breath hiss, tensing for what was about to be inflicted on him. Clint was so wrapped up in his own thoughts and anxities, that he had no control over his sub nature. No way of reigning it back in. He didn't even know Tony, and he was exposing everything to him.

He felt Tony grip his hands in his own, bringing them down towards his lap. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Clint felt his eyes well up as he looked into Tony's eyes. "Aren't you going to punish me?"

Tony was confused, "For what?"

"I killed Coulson"

"... No you didn't?"

"I did!"

"No, Loki killed Coulson"

"But I let him in! It was me! It was my fault! PUNISH ME"

"Clint, stop!"

Clint stilled, triggered by Tony's voice. It was distinctly Dom like, and Clint couldn't help but pay attention.

"Thank you for listening, pet. Now, I'm only going to say this once. You had nothing to do with Coulson being killed, okay? You're were only the control of a megalomaniac who had plans for world domination. There was nothing you could have done to stop him while under his control. Coulson went up against Loki under his own free will, and Loki was the one that killed him. You do not need punishment, not that I believe in that shit anyway. Understood?"

Clint paused for a moment, taking in Tony's words.

Pet?

Oh, he liked that. Coulson had never given Clint nicknames. He only ever called Clint by his name when they were together.

"Are you listening to me, pet?" Tony prompted again.

Clint nodded slowly, unable to do anything else but agree.

"Good. Because what I said was the truth. When was the last time anyone took care of you?" Tony brushed his fingers over Clint's hair, making him shudder.

"Coulson gave me a punishment before coming to see you. So, about a-"

"I didn't say who punished you last. I asked when the last time someone took care of you was"

He was confused by the question. Isn't punishments part of taking care of a sub? How else would they learn?

Tony sighed, "Your face just answered my question. Was Coulson your Dom?"

He nodded.

"Is that all he did? Punish you?"

Clint shrugged, "Sometimes he would brush his fingers through my hair. When I did a good job"

"But not so often, right?"

Clint shrugged again. He didn't really understand why Tony was asking all these questions.

"Did anyone else at SHIELD know about your designation?"

"Only Nat"

"I don't think Red can just count as anyone"

Clint laughed, relaxing into Tony's hold.

"How did you know I was a sub?" Clint asked softly.

Tony snorted, "It was pretty obvious. I could see the signs from a mile away the second you started freaking out. Nobody else knows though, so you're safe with me. Guess we're surrounded by neutrals. Who would have thought?"

Clint smiled, nodding his head. He felt his body relax even further into Tony's hold. He hadn't felt this relaxed in a very long time. He knew in some part of his body that he was going into a sub space, but having not experienced one, he wasn't quite sure how to handle it.

"Aw, you're spacing aren't you?"

Clint couldn't respond, content to let Tony manhandle him back onto the couch. He ended up sprawled across Tony as the other man rubbed along Clint's back and shoulders. Before long, Clint had completely dropped and was in absolute bliss.

He couldn't have moved even if a bomb went off.

He felt safe.

Tony let him doze and zone out for about an hour, before bringing him back to an even keel.

"Feeling better pet?" Tony whispered against Clint's ear.

Clint nodded, lifting up on his arms. He looked down at Tony for a moment, before smiling. "Thank you, I've never felt like that before"

Tony lifted up onto his elbows, getting closer to Clint. "I'd like to make you feel like that all the time... If you'd like me too"

Clint sat back on his heels, "Wait... What?"

Tony sat up fully, resting his hands along Clint's hips. "I want to be your Dom, full time. If you accept me, that is"

He's asking me to be my dom?

Clint wasn't used to that, either. Coulson had just announced himself Clint's Dom after a mission went wrong and Clint had dropped.

"Pet?"

"Uh yeah... no, yes. Yes please... sir"

Tony's hands gripped a little tighter on Clint's hips, before releasing. "You don't have to call me sir. I'm not a big fan of it."

"Then what do I call you?"

"My name? You don't have to use titles to be respectful to someone"

"I don't understand"

Tony let out a little sigh, "It's okay Clint. You don't have to understand everything right now, okay? We'll work on it."

"Uhm... Okay"

"Good boy"

Clint's cheeks automatically blushed. The praise was unexpected, but very welcome.

"Oh, you like that, do you pet?" Tony drawled, rubbing his hands up and down Clint's sides.

Clint nodded, tucking his chin against his chest.

"Don't hide from me, I want to see you" Tony used a hand to lift Clint's chin back up. "I like seeing your face. I was drawn to it the second I saw you."

"Me? Really?"

"Yeah, you. You're gorgeous, did you know that?"

Clint shook his head. He never thought of himself in that way. Whatever he and Coulson had had, it wasn't sexual. He hadn't had many relationship before that either.

"I don't... I don't know what to say" Clint answered truthfully.

"Thank you for being honest, pet. But you don't have to say anything. I just wanted you to know. We'll keep working on this, okay? Now, let's go get something to eat. We didn't get to finish our food earlier and I'm sure you're starving"

"...Yeah, I could eat"

"Come on then pet, I'll have JARVIS order us some take out"

"... Who's Jarvis?"

Clint laughed, tucking his body tightly against Tony's. Natasha and Steve were arguing back and forth, and Thor was trying to get everyone to lift his hammer. Bruce was sitting quietly in the corner, watching the byplay amusedly.

Tony was carding his fingers through Clint's hair, all the while talking with Pepper about the latest expansion in Stark Tech.

In the kitchen, Clint could see Wanda and Vision trying to cook dinner (unsuccessfully). Bucky and Sam were lying in wait at the kitchen island, ready to put out the inevitable grease fire.

Who would have thought all these years later that this would be the result of that first Avengers battle?

"You okay pet?" Tony whispered in his ear.

Clint nodded, pressing a kiss to Tony's cheek. "I'm great."

Tony winked at him, turning back to his conversation with Pepper. Clint looked around and noticed Natasha looking at him. He winked at her, and blew a raspberry. Nat rolled her eyes, but smiled.

Clint couldn't believe how lucky he was.

Nothing could ruin this feeling....

#Clint Barton #Hawkeye #Phil Coulson #Tony Stark #Iron Man #Natasha Romanova #Black Widow #Steve Rogers #Bruce Banner #Wanda Maximoff #Vision #Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes #fan fic #ao3 #fan fic request #prompt

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