#clint and nat

[sunshiny-rants]

if I had a nickel for every time my favourite character was a dude with no brain to mouth filter, daddy issues, low self-esteem from being the only normal guy in a team of superpowered people, and a redheaded badass for a bestie, I’d have two nickels. which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.

[natandwandaseries]

I'm rereading a few random chapters of the series and I feel like chapter 35 of Kindred shows the best parts of Clint in his friendship with Nat. There is so much tenderness and love there. Like obviously he has made quite a few very large mistakes, but in that chapter, he is his best self

[avasillva]

natasha and yelena + psychological conditioning/chemical subjugation

[yuzusfinest]

how it feels to be constantly reminded that the og 6 avengers aren't there to save the day anymore

[burninblood]

Spy Quartet by Otto Schmidt

[incorrectwinterhawk]

Bucky: That's a bad idea.

Clint: Uh huh.

Bucky: I'm assuming you already did it.

Clint: Yuppers.

[aritkca]

After Mission🌇

And the others who were also on the mission

[natashaslesbian]

Happy House | NR | 3

Summary: Your boyfriend arrived at Natasha’s apartment and you’re forced to make the toughest decision of your life

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings/Content: Domestic Abuse / Verbal Abuse / Physical Abuse / Violence / Sexual Assault / Rape

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“Y/n, come out come out wherever you are.”

Natasha rose back to her feet, silent in her movements. “Y/n” she whispered, leaning close to the door “stay in the bathroom” she muttered, praying that you could hear her. The widow was light on her feet as she moved across the small apartment. Her plan was to grab the gun taped underneath the coffee table, but the creak in the floorboards told her it was too late. She had two choices, run for the bedroom, or run towards the danger. Natasha didn’t think twice as she creeped towards the hallway, back firmly against the wall. She was prepared for a fight, ready to defend you. The redhead rounded the corner hoping to have the element of surprise but a hard hit to the face sent her flying backwards, she knew instantly that her nose was broken as she stumbled to the floor. “You’re not the only one who knows how to sneak” the man said. “Dylan” Natasha coughed, followed by a kick to the stomach. “And you’re not the only one who knows how to fight either” your boyfriend snarled.

He reeked of alcohol and despite his accurate punches, Natasha knew she could get the better of him in his state. The widow lunged towards your boyfriend but before she knew it, a gun was pointed straight at her face, her own gun. Usually the sight of a weapon wouldn’t make her flinch, but in the hands of an angry intoxicated man, who knew what he’d do. Natasha could see the barrel shaking and glare of beer covering Dylan’s eyes. “Put the gun down” she whispered. “Make me bitch” Dylan bit back. The lock of the bathroom door went unheard by both as you silently crept out. “Don’t do something else you’ll regret, I think the list is long enough already don’t you?” Natasha asked your boyfriend. “My only regret is letting that slut out of my sight” Dylan slurred. “You don’t feel the slightest bit of regret for what you’ve done?” The widow said, the anger rising in her chest. “You control her, you beat the shit of out of her. You fucking raped her!” She gritted. “Shut your mouth!” Dylan screamed storming towards the redhead.

“Stay back!” You yelled, suddenly appearing from the dark hallway, a second gun in your own hand. Your boyfriend didn’t even process his grip until he heard the shattering of glass. You cowered away at hearing a gunshot, pain shooting through your ribs, thankfully not from a new wound. Dylan took the opportunity to reach for Natasha, wrapping his arm tightly around her neck. “No!” You shouted, aiming your own weapon straight at him. Dylan retaliated, of course, he pulled Natasha tight against his chest and aimed his gun towards her head, squeezing the handle tightly. “Ah ah ah little one, think very carefully” Dylan darkly smiled “we wouldn’t want your precious girlfriend to get hurt would we?” He said. You felt the tears creep up behind your eyes, partly due to pain but mostly due to fear. Your eyes darted between Dylan and Natasha, your arms still outstretched. The redhead finally caught your gaze and held it, you looked into her green eyes as she silently mouthed ‘shoot him’. You let out a pitiful whimper, a million thoughts running through your head. You’d never even held a gun before, what if you were doing it wrong? You didn’t know how sensitive the trigger was and what if you hit Natasha?

There was no telling what Dylan would do if you pulled the trigger, would he drop his gun? Would he retaliate? Would he flinch and pull his trigger? You slowly lowered your gun, wincing as your shoulder rolled painfully. “Good puppy” your boyfriend giggled “come here” he commanded. You sheepishly walked towards Dylan, gun by your side. He still had a tight hold on Natasha so you didn’t feel that you could turn away when he lent forward to kiss you. The redhead gritted her teeth, his actions making her stomach churn. “Don’t touch her!” She demanded. “Oh shut up” your boyfriend sighed, accentuating his point with a thud of the weapon on Natasha’s forehead. “Stop Dylan, please” you muttered “just-just tell me what you want okay I’ll- I’ll go or do whatever you want just don’t hurt her” you shakily said. “That’s more like it, put the gun down” you followed his instructions with slow and calculated moments, placing the weapon just beside Natasha’s feet. “You know this is my favourite version of you” your boyfriend said “the quite and compliment y/n. Because you know deep down that you’re mine. And doesn’t it just feel so much better when you do as your told?” He said, leaning his arm across your shoulder, the arm that connected his hand to the gun.

It was now or never, you knew that. Yet every second felt like never had already arrived. Natasha could see your mind racing behind your eyes, she didn’t know what you were going to do, but she knew you were going to get out of this. “Answer me pup” Dylan huffed, reminding you of his presence. “No” you whispered “what?” Before Dylan could finish his sentence you lifted his outstretched arm above his head, flinching at the sound of the bullet escaping. Natasha swung round in his grip and landed a harsh blow to his chest. Your boyfriend fell back, dropping his gun. You grabbed it quickly, while the redhead retrieved the weapon from the floor. But she was too slow, Dylan was already charging towards you. You didn’t think, or maybe you did, but you pulled the trigger tight, screaming as red droplets propelled onto you. You dropped the gun, staggering backwards until you were flat against the wall, Dylan fell down. “Y/n!” Natasha yelled as she came running to you. “Hey, hey, shh, it’s okay, it’s alright” she mumbled as she caught your weightless body before it could hit the ground.

Why did you do that? It was the only way right? But you’d just shot a man, that could never be right. “Y/n look at me” the redhead said, gripping your face and pulling it away from the groaning pile on the floor “it’s okay” she whispered into your ear. Your eyes still found Dylan, no matter the way you were facing. His breathing was cracked and heavy, a pool of blood already surrounded him. You saw his eyes, saw the moment he knew, this was the end of him. The room fell silent. You screamed as the realisation set in. “No, no, no, look at me” Natasha said, twisting your gaze back to her “it’s alright. It’s okay now, it’s over.” She whispered, resting her forehead against yours. You sobbed into the redheads arms, guilt consuming you. “I-I killed him. I didn’t mean to kill him. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to, I just wanted him to stop” you cried. “I know sweetheart it’s okay” Natasha cooed, slowly pulling you to stand in her strong arms. “

“I- am I gonna go to jail? I just- I just murdered someone” you muttered as the widow lead you into her bedroom. “No, no, you haven’t murdered anyone, it was self defence. You did what you had to” Natasha said, alarmed by the hue of red in her hands after running her fingers through your hair. “Are you hurt? Did you get hit?” She frantically said, eyeing you over for any new injuries and wiping at the sprays of blood on your face. “No. It’s not mine” you whispered. A loud slam at the front door startled you causing your already shaking body to flinch. The redhead noticed your panicked eyes “it’s okay it’s okay” she said. “Romanoff” a steady voice called out. “In here, no one’s armed. Intruders down” Natasha called back. “Wh-who’s?” You muttered. “It’s just Fury” she said. The world moved in slow motion as Clint suddenly appeared in the doorway “you girls okay?” He asked, rushing to his best friends side. “We’re safe” Natasha answered, diverting the question slightly. Director Fury was next to show his face “what the hell happened?” He asked. “I was right” the redhead said to the archer “you never should’ve accepted her resignation so easily” Natasha sighed towards Nick.

The next few days were a blur. Time faded and not a single second existed in your world. You were stuck. Stuck with the vision of the lifeless body you were responsible for and stuck underneath the one face you wanted to forget. Natasha was by your side in every moment. The only time she let you out of her sight was when you were in the bathroom. She could see every emotion you tried to hide behind your glassy eyes and she could tell that you were disconnected from them. S.H.I.E.L.D took care of the situation, they handed Dylan over to the authorities and quickly had you excused of any wrong doing. Fury made it his mission to clear you of any trouble, you didn’t deserve it and he felt somewhat responsible. You stayed with Natasha at a safe house while Clint cleared your apartment of all things Dylan, ready for when you one day returned.

“Hey sweetheart” the redhead whispered from the doorway as to not startle you. “Hi” you mumbled back. “I need to check your ribs, is that ok?” Natasha asked. You shrugged in response, not really caring about the ache still present in your stomach. The widow slowly took the lukewarm tea from your grip, her cautious and calculated movements didn’t go unnoticed by you and you hoped that Natasha could sense that you were grateful for her caring nature. The redhead meticulously tended to your fractured ribs, they were healing well in her opinion. You watched Natasha with a firm gaze and your eyes fell to the dark bruise scattered across her forehead, the indent of Dylan’s gun still present. You reached up and slowly traced the closed wound with your fingers. “I’m sorry” you whispered. Natasha gently took a hold of your hands, and surprisingly you welcomed her touch. “Don’t be. Don’t you ever be sorry” she sadly smiled. “Doe-does it hurt?” You muttered, tears escaping your eyes. “No” the redhead said.

“Hey, look at me” Natasha cooed, lifting your chin up to meet her gaze “it’s okay, I’m okay” she said. “Am I gonna be okay?” You whispered, your voice cracking. “Yes. One day” Natasha said as she pulled you into her arms. You allowed your body to be anchored in her embrace, letting your tears fall freely for the first time in days. “I promise you that one day you’ll be okay again, but it’s also okay to not be okay right now. But I promise that you will heal” the widow said, rocking you gently in her arms. “Just lean on me for now alright, you give it all to me and we’ll make it better together” she comforted. Your eyes grew heavy as the rhythmic sway of Natasha’s hold calmed you. “Go to sleep sweetheart. I’ve got you, and I’m never letting you go” Natasha cooed. You fell asleep instantly at her words, secured by her affection and the trust that she would look after you. And she would for the rest of her life.

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this mini series, I know it was very heavy so if you need to talk about anything please reach out to me

- Astara Bell

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[incorrectcompoundnotes]

Clint, doing absolutely nothing: Hm…

Natasha: No. Absolutely not. Bad idea.

Clint: I didn’t even say anything yet!

Natasha: Don’t care. The answer is no.

[gattaxa]

"I've got your next target. I thought I'd hand-deliver it. Maybe you'd like a shot at the woman working with Wilson Fisk and who's responsible for keeping the Red Room alive." Or: A Black Widow assassin keeps trying to kill her. Kate's in love.

[sunshiny-rants]

[house-of-maximoff]

[loomontoia]

Liho :3

Prints and stickers here

[lucky-bishova-42]

Natasha, holding her broken widow bites: So… who broke them?

Natasha: I’m not mad. I just wanna know.

Kate: I did. I broke them—

Natasha: No. No you didn’t, Yelena?

Yelena: Don’t look at me! Look at Wanda!

Wanda: What? I didn’t break them?

Yelena: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know they were broken?

Wanda: Because they are sitting right in front of us and they’re broken.

Steve: If it matters — probably not — but Clint was the last one to use them.

Clint: Liar! I don’t even know how use them!

Steve: Oh really? Then what were you doing staring at them earlier?

Clint: I stare off into space all the time; everyone knows that Steve!

Kate: Ok, ok! Let’s not fight! I broke them, let me pay for them.

Natasha: No! Who broke them?

Wanda: … Detka… Peter’s been awfully quiet.

Peter: REALLY??

*everyone starts fighting and talking over each other*

Natasha, in the other room: I broke them.

[haveihitanerve]

That scene- where Clint makes more trick arrows… 😭 please just imagine for me Tony Stark and Clint Barton, the two insomniacs of the avengers team, huddled in the lab at four in the morning, Tony leaned against Clint, half draped over him, laughing at something he’s said as they both fiddle with tech, cracking jokes and coming up with more and more outlandish trick arrows to create, toasting marshmallows over the small fire they accidentally started and sharing thoughts and space and… just Clint and tony friendship for me please 

[burgersnightin]

tales of suspense #104; fave panels