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thenigotthisfamily · 10 months

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Speak Now

Notes: I haven’t written much lately but had more inspiration recently. Thank you to @widowsistersandfriends for this great idea that happens to go so well with Speak Now TV coming out! 💜💜 Hope you guys like it!

Word Count: 2,037

Summary: Natasha, Yelena, Kate, and Clint crash a wedding.

“I’m boreddddd.”

“We’re literally hanging off the side of a building, Yelena.”

“Exactly. Boring. Amateur hour.”

Kate huffs at her blonde counterpart as she struggles with the cable suspending her 30 feet in the air. “Well, this is exciting for me.”

“Proving my point about amateur hour, Kate Bishop.”

“Yelena.” Natasha chides her sister over their shared coms, though to be fair, she’s feeling rather bored herself as she resists the urge to fiddle with the hem of the elegant purple dress she wore.

Clint is being less discrete in his discomfort next to her, openly complaining about the itchiness of his suit. “Why did we take this job again?”

“Because it was Kate’s turn to pick the mission.” Yelena mumbles, chewing on a snickers bar loudly in their ears.

“What? I’ve always wanted to crash a wedding!”

“Because that’s the only way you’d ever get to one.” Yelena smirks over at the younger archer from her place on the side of the building.

Kate pouts at that. “I’ll have you know I had many suitors!”

Yelena laughs, “Ha! They probably just wanted to pet Lucky and you thought they were interested.”

“You must know from your experience with Fanny.” Kate shoots back quickly.

“Please, I could get a date faster than you could sneeze, Kate Bishop.”

“Then why don’t you huh?”

The blonde shrugs, stuffing the candy bar wrapper in her pocket. “Not interested.”

Clint chimes in over the coms, “Kate if you want advice on getting a date ask Nat. She’s the pro.”

“You’re the one that’s married Barton.” They can all practically hear the eye roll in the redhead’s voice.

“You always say you have no idea how I won Laura over.”

“And I stand by that statement.”

“Which makes you the dating expert, not me.”

“Ha, not even.” Natasha scoffs, resisting the urge to shove her friend across the table.

“I’ve seen you turn down a total of 5 marriage proposals.”

“FIVE??” Kate exclaims.

“Five more than you’ll ever get Kate Bishop.” Yelena smirks, though internally she’s surprised by this news too. She knew many were interested in her sister, but marriage proposals were a bit too bold for her liking. No one deserved Natasha in her opinion.

“Not five.” Natasha shoots back, quickly lowering her voice. Clint raises an eyebrow and the redhead huffs.

“…Seven.” (Maybe more to be honest, but Natasha wasn’t about to say that). “Besides, you’ve had your share of fangirls too, Barton.”

“You mean Kate.” Yelena chimes in.

“Hey!” Kate exclaims, turning bright red and flopping back against the building in a huff.

The blonde shrugs with a grin, “What, just stating facts.”

“I’m not…” Kate sputters, looking for some defense.

Natasha laughs, “Don’t let her rile you up Kate.”

Clint chuckles in the background, “Don’t worry Kate. I don’t have fangirls anyway.”

“Paris.” Natasha states quickly.

“….Fine. I had one fan girl. One. But I haven’t turned down seven proposals like you!”

Natasha rolls her eyes, “I had literally just met them!”

Clint shrugs, “A few of them had promise.”

“They did not.” Natasha is surprised to hear Yelena saying the same words as her at the same time. She smiles internally at the protectiveness she hears in the blonde’s voice.

“What about that girl in Moscow?” Clint grins evilly.

Natasha bites back a blush. “She didn’t propose.”

“Right. You were the one that wanted to.”

“Can we focus on the mission?”

“Wait, what girl?” Yelena asks suspiciously.

“No one.” Natasha snaps. She can tell her sister wants to press more, but at that instant loud music starts to play. The black widow has never been happier for a wedding to start in her life.

Clint and Natasha stand and make their way to their seats in the well-decorated function hall. “I don’t see any suspects. What do you guys see up there?”

“All normal.” Natasha can hear the slight suspicion in her sister’s voice and huffs, knowing they were going to have a conversation later about that girl in Moscow.

“Wait.”

Both Natasha and Clint tense at that, reaching slowly to their concealed weapons.

“…Is that an ice cream truck?”

Natasha sighs, “Really Yelena.”

“Oh yeah it is! We should get some after!” Kate exclaims excitedly.

Clint huffs, “You guys do know you’re supposed to be conducting surveillance.”

“Right. Sorry.” Kate quickly snaps back to attention, eager to please her teammates.

Yelena rolls her eyes at the young archer’s eagerness. “Relax Barton. There’s nothing.”

“So you say.”

But the wedding ceremony continues to progress without signs of incident. The wedding party proceeds to the front and the bride and groom begin to exchange vows as Clint and Natasha take their seats.

“Wait.” This time everyone knows Yelena is serious. “The suspect is here. Back right exit door. About 10 thugs with him it looks like. This wedding is about to get messy.”

“Stay there! We need a distraction first.” Clint gives Natasha a look.

“Oh hell no.” Natasha resists, realizing what Clint was implying.

“I can’t do it, I’m married!”

“Like that’s stopped you from responding to fangirl mail!”

“That’s completely different! Besides I just say thanks for writing.”

“This doesn’t even mean anything! It’s an act!”

“So why can’t you do it?”

“What are they arguing about?” Kate asks Yelena in confusion in the background. The blonde just huffs, having some idea about what was going on but not being too happy about it.

“Fine!” Natasha gives Clint a glare before turning back to the stage. Clint gives an innocent smile and slips away to his position.

They wait a few more minutes until the officiator finally says the words “If anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Natasha grits her teeth but stands up confidently, raising her hand. “I object!”

All eyes turn to her, and she can see the headlines already. Black Widow crashes a wedding in New York. Does she have a secret lover? Black Widow: The Homewrecker.

She was gonna kill Clint.

She honestly hated when everyone watched her. It went against her very nature as a spy. But no one would ever be able to tell that from looking at her as she stood cool and calm, facing the shocked couple on stage.

The only person that would notice her discomfort now was currently smashing through a window on the floor below, dragging Kate in behind to ambush the thugs before they made it to the floor of the wedding. Natasha didn’t see Clint anywhere but heard sounds of the fight in her ear. She was annoyed at being left out of the action and dealing with this scrutiny, but she supposes she’s been here before. If she could stare down nation leaders, she could handle crashing a wedding.

She steps out into the aisle, already hearing the whispers. “That’s the Black Widow!”

The officiator looks at her in surprise, “Um, yes? Miss..Romanoff? What would you like to say?”

The Black Widow walks up confidently, Natasha having fully assumed her alter ego at this point. “Well, I’d like to say that I object to the wedding here between Matthew and Morgan.”

The bride’s eyes widen even further, “What is this, Matthew??”

The groom shakes his head rapidly, “I swear I’ve never seen her before! At least…not in person!”

“I’m not here to break up your wedding,” Natasha states loudly enough for everyone to hear. Then she lowers her voice and steps closer to the couple so only they could hear. “I’m here because your brother, Matthew, has been selling stolen Stark tech to pay off a deep debt that he owes.” She turns to the bride, “To a man that happens to be your estranged father. He’s here with his thugs to collect that debt.” She nods at the brother who is standing in the best man position, looking nervous and guilty.

“What?” Both the bride and groom exclaim. Matthew turns and pulls his brother to the side for some harsh words.

“My father is here?” Morgan asks with wide eyes.

Natasha softens a bit. She feels bad for how this couple’s special day is going. “I’m sorry, we’re taking out his men as we speak. We didn’t mean to cause so much disruption, but it couldn’t be helped. They were going to barge in and go right for your soon to be brother-in-law. They knew he’d be here.”

“Our families grew up together. He was always my least favorite.” Morgan mumbles. “What will become of my father? Should I talk to him?”

Natasha gives the woman a sympathetic look. “He’ll be in custody, but we know the background of this feud. It seems to be internal with your families, hopefully that will allow it to be resolved faster. There’s nothing you can do at the moment.”

The bride nods, “Should…the wedding continue?” She looks around at her bewildered guests.

Natasha smiles and looks over to the other room where the groom and his brother are arguing. “Yes, have your day. Just a minute.”

She reaches the men just in time for her to catch a brother’s punch at the groom. “HEY!” She spins him around and jams his shoulder into the wall. “You got yourself into this mess! Don’t take it out on him!” The man can only whimper under the painful hold the widow has him in. Natasha leans closer to him in anger. “You listen very clearly. You’re going to go back out there and stand and support your brother on the happiest day of his life. Then you’re going to go outside and get in the police car waiting for you. If you take any diversions from those steps, you’ll be greeted by my teammates who I assure you will be less nice than the police.”

“Please let us greet him. I’m boredddd.” Yelena yawns, sitting on the legs of a tied-up thug who tried to roll around in his bonds.

The redhead doesn’t answer her sister but gives the brother a hard glare. The man gulps and nods rapidly. She then goes to the groom and straightens out his bowtie. “Sorry to ruin your day. Go out there and marry your girl.”

Matthew shakes his head, feeling bewildered by everything that had just happened. But he climbs back onto the stage and grabs the bride’s hands, motioning for the officiator to continue.

As the bride and groom kiss and are announced as a couple, the two archers and the blonde come up next to Natasha at the back of the venue. All perpetrators apprehended.

“Makes me remember my wedding.” Clint smiles fondly.

Natasha quirks an eyebrow, “Your wedding was in the middle of a firefight in Moscow with Fury yelling the officiating from his tank.”

“Don’t be jealous Nat.”

The redhead rolls her eyes but smiles fondly at the memory as well. She had been so new to SHIELD then, but seeing Laura and Clint together made her believe in something for the first time in years.

“So…can we get ice cream now?”

“Wow Yelena, so romantic.” Kate teases, but secretly was thinking the same thing.

“What? I’m hungry. I ran out of candy bars. Besides, I’m not old and gross like these two. Appreciating weddings. Bah. Have you ever seen a Heckler and Koch Grenade Launcher? Now that’s real beauty.”

Clint rolls his eyes but heads off toward the ice cream truck, beckoning Kate to follow. Yelena turns back to her sister who is still watching the newlyweds exit the venue.

“You wanted to get married didn’t you.”

Natasha tilts her head at her sister. “I’ve wanted a lot of things, but that was never one of them.”

“You don’t want the house renovator husband I gave you?”

Natasha snorts. “Absolutely not.”

“What about that Moscow girl?”

The black widow stops and eyes her sister seriously. “She wasn’t anything.”

“Uh huh.” Yelena says disbelievingly, but she can tell her sister wouldn’t be talking about it further so doesn’t press.

“Besides,” Natasha walks up to the ice cream cart and grabs something for Yelena, booping a bit of ice cream on the girl’s nose before handing her the cone, causing the blonde to huff. “I wouldn’t want to get boreddd.”

#yelena and natasha #Clint and Natasha #kate and clint #kate and yelena #speak now

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nhasablogg · 2 years

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Would you be open to writing a platonic Kate and Clint fic where Kate is feeling alone for the holidays so Clint shows her she still has family? Maybe Kate can retaliate after and tickle Clint and then Clint can get her back

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It took Kate three beers, one sappy Christmas movie and a bowl of buttered popcorn to realize the ache in her chest was due to homesickness and not exhaustion. Iowa was a well-known cold, but it wasn’t as busy as New York, and so it didn’t provide them with the warmth that rushing around did. She kept shivering under her blanket.

“I’m just tired after everything,” she’d told them, but as the kids went to bed one by one on Christmas Day, she discovered she had no desire to sleep.

Clint and Laura lingered so obviously for her sake, but she kept her eyes on the TV screen, refusing to let them worry about one more person this holiday season. When Laura finally left with a squeeze to her arm, Kate felt herself relax just a little.

“Are you sure the couch will work?” Clint asked for the second time that night. “Nate can sleep with us, it’s fine-”

“No, no, I’m okay! I promise.” She patted the cushion. “The couch will be fine, don’t worry.”

He hummed. Clint had been a kinder version of his snarky self since they’d arrived, sprinkled with such loving smiles directed at his family but also sometimes at her that Kate had no idea how to react. She wasn’t surprised when he sat down beside her now, although she was when she found she didn’t mind it.

“The kids adore you,” he said, not looking at her as he spoke. “As does Laura.”

“And you?” She grinned at him, but found that something in her cared more about his reply than she cared to admit.

He huffed out a laugh. “You’re a pain in my ass.” Something softened when he met her gaze. “But you’re growing on me.”

“Oh, I knew you were sappy underneath all that snark,” she said, poking his side automatically and finding it very interesting when he flinched. “Oho.”

But Clint, a superhero after all, was quick to turn and grab her wrists. “Don’t you dare.”

She jutted out her chin. “Or what?”

“I’ll have you regret it.”

“I’d like to see you try.” She tried to slip her wrists out of his grip, but he held on firmly, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to not give her any room to escape unless she gave it her all. “Hey-”

Clint was also a dad, which he proved when he let his fingers flutter over her own vulnerable side so skillfully he had to be doing this on the daily. She was surprised by the sound that left her lips, something loud and desperate, much too similar to a giggle for her liking.

“Ah, this could land you in trouble,” he said, as if he himself hadn’t shown signs of sensitivity just a moment prior. “Better teach you how to endure it.”

“Stop,” she choked out, twisting and failing to escape his unbearable touch. She hadn’t been tickled in years and wasn’t sure how to react to it.

“See this as an opportunity to learn. Can you overpower me? Escape? Counterattack?”

“Oh my god, shut up- no!”

He’d left her side and started prodding her belly. Kate regretted having shed her sweater, but it was hot in here and her t-shirt was thin enough that it almost felt as if he was touching bare skin. She dissolved into something more hysterical, something even louder, which made Clint place his palm against her lips.

“You’ll wake the whole house,” he said, laughing as his fingers stilled.

“I don’t see how that’s my fault.”

“Eh, fair enough.” He let go of her wrists and she rubbed at her midriff to get rid of the ghost tickles. “That’s a cute laugh you got there.”

“I’ll punch you,” she threatened, but she felt warm with a sudden surge of joy. Maybe this wasn’t her biological family, but she felt safe this holiday season. Clint had made sure of that.

#ticklish!kate #kate and clint #hawkeye #hawkeye fic #marvel #tickling #n writes #holiday joy

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