#clint barton x fem!reader

[reginaphalangelobster]

I Don't Deserve You

Clint Barton x fem!reader

Summary: Your plans for Valentine's Day change, but you still couldn't be happier.

Warnings: injuries, swearing, angst, Clint not feeling good enough for the reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, reader and Clint tease each other a lot but it's purely out of love, no use of Y/n, could be read as gender neutral if you ignore 2 references to reader being female

Word Count: 2k

Request: Yes

Neither of you liked to make a big fuss about Valentine's Day, you were just happy to be with each other. After all, you loved each other the same today as you did any day, the holiday was just a nice excuse to spend time together. Not that you needed one, you loved being together.

You decided to plan out a cute little date night, staying in of course. With Clint's Avenger duties he was usually pretty tired and he just wanted to come home to you and stay in most of the time, but you loved it. You got all the ingredients to make Clint's favourite food for dinner and your favourite for dessert, you lined up a bunch of cheesy romance movies. If you ever told anyone he would deny it with every fibre of his being but Clint Barton loved rom-coms.

You lit some candles and remembered to keep them away from the curtains, unlike Clint. It was a lovely gesture but you weren't very swept up in the romance of it all when you had to get the fire extinguisher.

You were just starting to cook dinner when you got a text.

On my way ❤️

You smiled ten times brighter and actually danced around the kitchen a little. You continued to cook and hum away merrily. You noticed that Clint had sent that text an hour ago and he should be home by now. Just as you picked up your phone to check that he was okay, his name came across the screen.

"Hey, are you okay? You sent that text a while ago"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm really sorry baby, but Tony needs me"

"What's going on?"

"Some space asshole wants to take over the planet again"

"I thought Thor and Loki took care of the space stuff"

"They do, but they're MIA. They left for Asgard a week ago and they still haven't come back. Cap and Nat are here but they said they need me too"

"What about Bruce?"

"He was going to go with the Brodinsons, some kind of alien science thing. Don't know if he did"

"You know they hate that name"

"Why else would I call them that?"

"Just stay safe, okay? Leave the robot strangling to Steve"

He chuckled lightly, making a crackling sound over the phone "Yes Ma'am" He paused for a moment and breathed in deeply "I promise, I'll be home soon"

"You'd better be. I don't think you want to miss out on everything I have planned. I even got a new outfit"

"I thought you wanted to stay in?"

"I do"

"Oh" He paused, realising what you meant "OH, I'll get this finished up quick then"

"I love you"

"I-"

He was cut off by a loud crashing noise followed by an explosion. You heard a lot of screaming and cries for help echoing through the phone.

"Clint? Clint?! Are you okay? Please, answer me"

He didn't. The phone went dead and you were left standing in the kitchen, not knowing anything yet again.

You turned the stove off and walked over to the couch. You hated when this happened. You hated being in the dark, you hated not knowing if the man you love is even breathing, it made you sick. You knew you shouldn't freak out, you didn't know anything so he could be okay, right?

You just sat there, for hours. It's happened before but this felt different. You could barely move. You just managed to lay down and curl up into a little ball. Clint's sweater was hanging on the back of the couch, he never put it away, some days you thought he was actively trying to drive you crazy, today you just held it. You grabbed it and clutched it to your chest, breathing him in, praying it wouldn't be the last time.

The hours passed by, going late into the night and you stayed there, waiting. You heard a quiet thump coming from outside and when you approached the door you heard heavy breathing and the jingling of keys. It's Clint. It has to be. You flung the door open and he fell forward. You caught him just in time. He looked up at you and extended a bouquet of slightly damaged red roses.

"Happy Valentine's Day"

You huffed out a small laugh and helped him up. He was covered in blood, you hoped it wasn't all his, you were certain that whatever was blue wasn't. He had a huge bruise over his eye and a cut through his eyebrow. He had lots of smaller cuts and scrapes across his body but the worst one was on his arm. He held his arm close to his chest but you managed to pull it away and see the big gash. You sat him down on the couch and rested his arm on it. You saw the big cut that ran down his leg and propped it up on an ottoman.

"God" You muttered to yourself as you got the first aid kit.

"Y-you should see the other guy" He coughed out, wincing at the small movements and holding his side.

"Why aren't you at the hospital?"

"It's Valentine's Day"

"That's not an answer and you know it"

"What? Don't you like the flowers? They nearly cost me an arm and a leg"

You shook your head and smiled "I love them, but that's not the point"

"Well I'm in one piece, that counts for something, doesn't it?"

"Something, but being in one piece shouldn't be your only goal"

You knelt down, pulled out an alcohol wipe and started cleaning up his arm.

"I-Ow! Can you give me a warning next time?"

"Sorry"

He leaned his head back, took a deep breath and clenched his fist.

"I hope I didn't keep you up?"

"Nah, I'm often awake at 4 in the morning"

He looked down at you, his eyes clouded over with sadness and guilt as he watched you help him when he had abandoned you.

"I-"

"Don't"

"What?"

"Don't apologise for saving the world. Apologise for not taking care of yourself while you did it"

"I'm sorry. I really am. I should've been here, with you"

You finished cleaning up his wounds and got up to leave. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, you could feel the dirt and blood still on them.

"Where are you going?"

"Just the kitchen"

"Okay"

He let go of you and wished he didn't. You were gone for 10 minutes. 10 excruciating minutes. He didn't know if you were coming back, you'd be right not to with that way he's always leaving you. When he finally saw you walk back in you held a plate in your hands. You presented it to him and he took it gratefully. It was his favourite meal. Of course it was, of course you were here waiting for him after you had spent the time and effort to make his favourite meal for the day you were meant to spend together. You sat next to him and rested a hand on his thigh, rubbing up and down gently, reassuring him that it was okay.

"I don't deserve you"

"Nope, but you're stuck with me now"

"Am I?"

"What?"

"Stuck with you?"

"O-of course you are, don't you want to be?"

"I love you more than I can form the words, I just, I'm a terrible partner"

"No, Clint, you aren't. You're absolutely wonderful 90% of the time, you're just focused on the 10 right now, but you don't need to be"

"It's more than 10"

"Fine, 11"

He chuckled lightly "I'll take that"

"And I'll take you"

You leaned up and shifted closer You pressed your lips to his with the delicate touch of a feather.

"Is that all? What about your new outfit?"

"Well I didn't want to hurt you, you know, more"

"You won't" He said with a suggestive smile.

You moved over to him and kissed him again. This time deeper, like you were trying to hold onto each other for as long as you could. He moaned lightly just before you pulled away.

"Okay, I was wrong. That hurt"

You giggled softly as you took your seat on the couch "Sorry, baby"

"I'm sorry I ruined our Valentine's Day"

"You didn't, the only way can ever ruin my day is if you aren't in it"

"God, you're so sweet. It's making me sick"

You gently tap his arm as opposed to swatting it.

"Alright, I planned a fun night for us and we're gonna do it"

"Honey, when you kissed me it hurt, I don't think we can-"

"Not that, we're going to watch some rom-coms, I found a few I think you'll like"

"Sounds like a plan"

You took the remote and played one of your picks for the night; Just Like Heaven. You loved Reese Witherspoon and the other actor looked strangely familiar. About 2 minutes after he came on screen Clint just turned and looked at you, mouth agape in shock. He couldn't believe it. Clint dialled Bruce's number with shaky hands as he couldn't stop laughing.

"Hello?"

"Where the hell were you?"

"I just got back from Asgard, is everything okay?"

"Can't complain, got my girl, got half my blood"

"What happened?!"

"Some alien attacked, we really could have used a code green or some godly magic from you buddies"

"I'm sorry Clint, we were in an asteroid belt, no reception"

"Nice cover story, anyways that's not why I called"

"Why did you call?"

"Ever heard of Mark Ruffalo?"

"Shit"

"Yes, shit. How come you never told us?"

"I was there when we all watched Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters. I wasn't going through that"

"Fair enough, Tony's still calling me Jeremy"

"So, which movie is it?"

"Just Like Heaven, the one with Reese Witherspoon" You pipped up when Clint turned to you.

"Well have fun and don't ever mention it to anyone!" Bruce said in a faux cheery tone before hanging up.

Clint put his phone down and turned his attention back to the screen. You finished the movie and laughed all the way through.

"Clint"

"Yeah?"

"You know Scarlett Johansson?"

"I don't think so"

"Heard of Chris Evans?"

"Nope"

"That's, that's just so great"

You played The Nanny Diaries.

"W-what the fuck?" He drew out the last word "How could you not tell me about this sooner?"

"I just found out last week"

"I have to call Nat"

"Just, give it a minute"

"Why?"

"Trust me"

The movie continued and Harvard Hottie came on screen.

"No fuckin' way!"

"Glad you waited?"

"Oh, so glad"

"Wait until the costume party"

"There's a costume party?!"

"Yep"

"I have to see that"

You both howled through the scene, you thought Clint might break another rib at one point. You saw his eyes starting to close as the movie ended.

"Wanna o to bed?"

"I'd love to, but I don't think I can get up"

"That's okay, we can sleep here. That's why I bought a big couch"

"You should go to bed, get a decent sleep"

"It's fine, the couch is pretty comfy. Besides, I can't sleep without you anyways"

He looked at you with so much love in his eyes and he brought your hand up to his lips as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

"You're incredible"

"Nah, amazing maybe but incredible's a big statement"

"But it's true, you did all of this for me"

"I picked a couple movies and made dinner, Clint, it's not that special"

"It is because it's with you, you make everything special"

"Who's sickeningly sweet now?"

"Still think it's you"

You cuddled up on the couch with Clint and soon drifted off into a peaceful sleep, you always slept well when you were in his arms and he slept well whenever he was holding you.

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[katebishopsleftshoe]

clint barton x younger!avenger

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a/n: my first headcanon-post on here aahhh I'm so excited! I hope you guys enjoyy

word count: 1.2k

warnings: age gap (reader is 24, clint is in his 40s), reader is fem!

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• clint barton is not the type to go for younger girls

• usually he leaves that to tony stark, who is basically leonardo di caprio reincarnated

• "noo don't turn 25 you're so sexy aha" - literally tony

• but then this young woman joins the avengers, probably just turned 24, amazing fighting skills

• everyone in the compound is all infatuated with her, watching her every move with heart eyes

• clint barton can't help but admire her too, but he knows that such a young gorgeous girl like her would never want an old guy like him

• miss new girl has already wrapped steve rogers around her little finger and clint knows he stands no chance

• until things take a twist

• you have an upcoming mission which clint is supposed to train you for

• you're both very nervous to start training together, mostly because you've both been eyeing each other for a while (not knowing that it's mutual)

• greetings at first training are kept very short, just because you're both very nervous

"clint", you nod, greeting your new training partner. he was just walking into the gym, water bottle in his hand. his training clothes consisted of grey sweatpants and a black long-sleeve compression shirt. jesus christ. you had to stop yourself from drooling.

"y/n", he greets back with a tight-lipped smile.

• clint obviously showed up to training like this on purpose, wanting to see if you'd have a particular reaction

• spoiler alert: um yeah you did

• basically it only increased the little crush you were harboring on him

• when clint saw you stare at his muscles for a little too long, he had to bite back a smile

• eventually, when the two of you would become more comfortable with each other and he would wear similar things, he would ask you stuff like: "like what you see?"

• you just roll your eyes, overplaying the fact that obviously you do 🙄

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• after a while of training, you and clint become a well-coordinated team!

• you notice that you guys actually have the same type of humor, so training sessions are always filled with lots of laughter

• before training, clint braids your hair so it doesn't get in the way (i'm screaming)

• he knows a few braids because of his daughter and he's glad he remembered them so now he can do them on your hair

• he's soo afraid to hurt you during training and always goes easy on you

• freaks out when you fall

• "baby are you okay?" and he says it so worriedd

• the "baby" just slips out 🤭

• both of you get so flustered

• clint is like "why tf did I just say that" to himself

• you only murmur that you're fine, allowing him to help you up, but he accidentally pulls you up against his chest

• he literally freaks out even more when you touch his torso with your hands

• you quickly distance yourselves from each other, awkwardly avoiding each other's gaze

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• moments like these only get more frequent between you two

• for example when you have to sit on clint's lap on the way home from a mission because there isn't enough space in the car or when you bump into him the hallways of the compound, him being shirtless because he just took a shower

• you both know you like each other as more than just friends / teammates but you don't know what to do about it

• so you just quietly pine for each other and flirt during training

• but of course it's always just "friendly" and "casual"

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• clint and you obviously have banter, his sarcasm and playfulness is at its peak when he's with you

• the two of you like having little verbal play fights

• clint during training with you: "that's the best you can do?"

• and he says this while smirking and wiggling his eyebrows which makes you want to jump him 🙄

• but you counter: "your ass must be pretty jealous of all the shit that comes out your mouth"

• this makes clint laugh loudly and he wraps an arm around your shoulder for a moment saying "good one" while grinning

• in general he lovessss that you always have comebacks for his sarcastic remarks

• sometimes, when he wants to tease you even more, he picks you up, slinging you over his shoulder 🤭

• "clint, put me down!!!"

• "sorry princess, no can do! not until you agree to stop whining about me paying for your lunch"

• "clint-"

• "no y/n, I don't want to hear it. I really don't mind paying from time to time. anything for you"

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• a few days later, you, clint and the other avengers went out to party to celebrate another mission gone well

• you're eager to dance and you wanna dance with clint

• he refuses first, which annoys you

• "come on you grandpa"

• "y/n I have many skills but dancing isn't one of them", he laughs

• "come onn, try at least!!", you encourage him, smirking

• he sighs, reluctantly letting you drag him on the dance floor

• you both start dancing while the other avengers go to the bar to order drinks

• they come back to their seats only to see you and clint making out on the dance floor 🤭

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• that evening basically kick-started your relationship

• literally, clint can't believe he pulled you

• he feels so lucky to be your bf

• but he's also so scared you will dump him for any other younger guy you meet

• he definitely thinks he's not good enough for you :(

• so you gotta reassure him sometimes

• you guys are the goofy couplee

• you make dad jokes to each other all.the.time and your friends are soooo annoyed by y'all

• you even make jokes during missions like when there's a weird ass looking alien you have to fight you tell clint:

• "omg clint look he's literally you"

• clint: 💀

• honestly he loves you but sometimes he's also so done with you because why are you showing him the 5th meme in a row??? XD

• clint does take on the more dominant role in your relationship bc he's always watching out for you, does a lot of things for you (he once built you a shelve from Ikea you really wanted for your books)

• he likes to take the lead so when you're with him and for example exploring a new city / traveling, you can just relax and because you know clint already took care of everything that needed taking care of!!

• maybe he also has a slight arrogance and thinks he knows things better just because he's older and more experienced 🙈

• that's probably his only red flag though, other than that he's naturally a golden retriever bf

• when you're sad he always knows how to lighten the mood and make you feel better instantly

• his kids also love you and after laura left clint you're definitely not the stepmom but the mom THAT STEPPED UP!!

• you and his kids are clint's #1 priority and he intends to spend the rest of his life with u :))

i hope you guys enjoyed!!

[sarahrogersevans]

OOOh i want clint barton fic, could you write about him and his gf, reader going to a bow and arrow shooting range for their date. clint teaches her how to shoot

A Moment To Remember- Clint Barton xreader fan fic request

Summary: Clint and Y/N go to a bow and arrow shooting range for their first date and Clint shows her how to shoot

Warnings: none really maybe mild language but otherwise just a lot of adorable fluff

~ Y/N’s POV~

I was really excited because Clint and I are going out for our first date and Clint said I can decide what we go do and I wanna ask him to teach me how to shoot a bow and arrow but I’m not sure if he will consider that a date type thing but I thought about it a lot and I’m really excited about doing it.

Clint came over for a bit and we were talking about the weekend and what our first date would be like and I got the courage and was about to ask him about teaching me how to shoot a bow and arrow. Clint saw I was really excited and said “hey darling what’s got you so excited hmm? Excited about our first date?” He kissed my cheek and I smiled and I said “yes I am very excited, I was thinking for our first date would you take me to a shooting range and teach me how to shoot a bow and arrow properly? I really wanna learn.”

Clint smiled immediately and got really excited and said “oh Y/N my love absolutely!! I would love to teach you! We can a day of it, bring the gear, some food and we’ll make it fun what do you say honey?” I shook my head smiling at him and I hugged him. “Thank you Clint! I can’t wait it’ll be really fun, I hope I’ll shoot as good as you do.” I excitedly said. Clint caressed my cheek and kissed my forehead gently and looked deep into my eyes and said “honey you will do amazing I guarantee you, I’m so happy you wanna learn, how about we go on Saturday and I will teach you.”

~ time skip~

~Clint’s POV~

Saturday came and I was really excited about picking up Y/N for our first date and I getting the now and arrows together and I put together a picnic basket of her favorite snacks and drinks and I found a really nice shooting range to go have our date at. I drove to Y/N’s place in the afternoon and I got to her door and rang the doorbell and I held a bouquet of flowers in my hand to give to her and I felt nervous but in a good way and I just didn’t wanna mess this up because I really like this girl.

Y/N opened the door and smiled at me right away and I felt like I was blushing when I saw her adorable smile. “Hi honey I got these for you on my way over, I hope you’re excited about our date today Y/N I have it all planned out.” Y/N smelled the flowers and hugged me and said “Clint these flowers are beautiful and I’m really excited for our date.” I saw Y/N’s outfit and I loved how she looked. “Honey you look amazing today.” I kissed her and held my hand out for her to take and she smiled and put her hand in mine and we got in my car and drove to the shooting range and on our way Y/N and I listened to music and I let her choose the music and I loved listening to her sing along to the music and see how passionate she was and I just fell more in love with her.

When we got to the range we got out of the car and Y/N helped me carry stuff to our area and I got things set up and I could tell how excited Y/N was which I was really happy to see plus that smile of hers is just so cute. “Ok honey ready to shoot some arrows?” I asked her with a smile. Y/N came over and said “I’m ready Clint, will you help me the first few times?” I nodded my head and kissed her cheek and said “oh of course Y/N you bet! Don’t worry you will learn it quick, here come stand here and grab this here and then I will stand behind you if that’s ok and I’ll help you aim ok?”

Y/N got in position and started to stretch the bow and arrow and I helped talk her through how to aim a few times and we did a few practice shots together and I could tell she liked having me close to her. “Ok do you feel you’re ready to shoot Y/N?” She looked at the target again and saw she was ready and I let go and I watched her shoot and I saw it went really close to the middle and I kissed her cheek and feeling so proud of her and I said “wow honey!! You’re amazing at this!! I hope you’re having fun today?” Y/N smiled and said “this is really fun thank you for teaching me Clint! Hey do we have any food with us? I’m kinda hungry.” I grabbed the basket and said “here come sit honey let’s take a break I brought all of your favorite snacks and your favorite drink.”

~Y/N’s POV~

I couldn’t believe how lucky I got with Clint he is such a gentleman and the sweetest guy, this weekend so far has been wonderful. “Clint thank you for such a wonderful date today I’ve been loving every minute of it and I love spending time with you, I really like you if you couldn’t tell.” I blushed so hard I felt embarrassed but Clint tilted my chin up to have me look at him in the eyes and said “honey I really like you too and I’m so glad we did this for our first date, I’m glad I’m with someone who loves shooting now and arrows as much as I do and you are so wonderful to be around Y/N I care about you and I hope you will wanna go out with me again and today has certainly been a moment to remember, I never wanna forget this day.” I smiled at him and I leaned in to kiss him softly and Clint pulled me closer and kissed me back and he kissed my forehead gently and said “so how about we go have you practice shooting again hmm? We still have a whole day.

We got up and I got set up again and Clint watched me intently as I practiced and every so often he would help me aim again and I loved how he would hold me from behind, I never had something like this with anyone and I loved being with Clint so much we really have something special.

Hi darling!! I hope this is close to what you wanted! I hope you like it 😊💜xx

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[k4marina]

i’m feeling nostalgic, so who wants a classic “tony stark’s kid” with clint in the vents, movie nights with nat, and thor and his pop-tarts?

edit: it’s in the works 😼

[waltermis]

Supportive Girlfriend

Steve: Why do you encourage Y/N's behaviour?

Natasha: What?! I do not!!

Tony: Really?! Exhibit A

*flashback*

*Y/N jumps out from behind the door*

Y/N: BOO!

Clint: ...😒😒

Tony: ...🙄🙄

Natasha: ...

*Y/N pouting*

Natasha: Ahhh! you scared the living shit out of me!

*end flashback*

Natasha: I was genuinely scared that time

Clint: Uh huh... sure you were.

Natasha: I was!

Clint: Moving on, Exhibit B

*flashback*

Y/N: Knock knock

Natasha: Who's there?

Y/N: Interrupting cow

Natasha: Interrupting c-

Y/N: MOOOOOOOOOOO!

Natasha: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THAT'S TOO GOOD!!! AHAHAHAH

*end flashback*

Natasha: I really thought it was funny!

Wanda: Nat, it really wasn't...

Natasha: Well, exCuSE mE for trying to be a suPpOrTiVe GirLFriEnD!!! I guess I'll just stop...

*Y/N walks into the kitchen*

Y/N: Hey, babe, guess what?

Natasha: What?

Y/N: What kind of sound does a witch's vehicle make?

Natasha: I dunno, what?

Y/N *snickering*: Brrrroooom, brrroooom.

Natasha: ....

*Y/N stops laughing*

Y/N: ...Do you not like it? 🥺🥺🥺

Natasha: OOOOOHHHHH! Brrrroooom, brrroooom. That's so fucking smart!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Y/N: YES!!! Nailed it!

*Y/N walks out*

*Everyone looking at Natasha*

Natasha: WHAT?!

[ksascriptt]

Missing those avengers tower fics from like 2015 so please expect some of those

[s0ulsniper]

getting caught making out || avengers + loki

warnings: fem!reader, cursing, suggestive/spicy but never any actual smut, not really proofread

synopsis: making out with the avengers (separate) and getting caught, how they would react.

pairings: avengers (separate) x AFAB!reader

a/n: it's not just the og six by the way, gotta little carried away, also let's pretend there was a point peter lived with the rest of the avengers.

NATASHA ROMANOFF | n.r.

it was risky, up against the wall in one of the many training rooms. Natasha had been sparring with you, teaching each other tricks also. one thing led to another and nat was pushed up against you, hands roaming your body.

she knows very well how to control herself, but when it came to you she struggled. the frustration with it also didn't help any bit.

you felt her knee between your legs and her hand beside your head, it all made your brain go straight to mush. you didn't care about being caught or the consequences. all you cared about was making out with your girlfriend.

her other hand suddenly comes up to grip at your waist and push your hips even closer to hers even though it felt impossible.

the door of the training room creaks open to reveal an unamused Steve.

he apologizes profusely but scolds you guys for it being the 3rd time this week.

nat just smirks, still holding you in her arms.

"hey, we actually finished training this time. only thing wrong with this is-... well nothing." she laughs and Steve has nothing to say

he grabs his gym bag and walks off, annoyed as if he just found his kid doing something wrong.

when he finally left Natasha turned to you.

"now where were we?"

BUCKY BARNES | b.b.

unlike usual, you guys found a private spot to make out, figuring you learned your lesson on oblivious people catching you. the spot being his room in the tower, just a couple doors down from yours, peter's and wanda's.

you were on straddling him while he rested against the headboard, he couldn't get enough. especially after not seeing you for two days while you were out with tony, bruce and rhodey to some government complaint he could care less about.

he was pretty sure he heard something about the suits and concerning things made in the lab by you and Bruce. obviously they wanted to know about it because they wanted to be greedy and take from it.

they weren't successful at all, and you guys decided to celebrate.

it was already cold in the tower but there was a noticeable change in the temperature when bucky was close, human heater was one of his many nicknames.

but there was just something about the contrast of his body and his cold arm gripping at your hips.

"missed you so much..." he mumbles into your lips.

before you could respond there's a short knock on the door before it cracks open.

both of your heads whip to the side to see who's interrupted, peter standing in the doorway.

"oh- uh sorry Mrs. y/l/n and Mr bucky" he stutters out nervously before slamming the door shut, pattering footsteps heard running down the hall.

you burst into a fit of laughter and slump against bucky, your head falling to the crook of his neck.

"not one bit of privacy..." he complains, throwing his arms over your body and flipping you over.

"anyways..." he smirks.

TONY STARK | t.s.

even though you were cautious of it, he could care less. pushing you up against a counter in the lab. it was late, and Bruce was said to have gone to bed and continue in the morning, tony took it as a chance after not getting any good alone time with you in centuries it felt like.

"tony-... tony this is risky. what if Bruce comes back?"

he grumbles while he kisses down your neck, hand at either sides of your hips securing you against the counter.

"he won't, babe... plus the doors are locked."

you roll your eyes as if there weren't glass walls everywhere.

even though you were so against it, you couldn't help but fold at the way he kissed you so passionately.

you hear a sigh behind you and Tony look up.

"had to get my phone." you hear Bruce mumble awkwardly before walking away.

you hide your face in embarrassment and tony laughs.

"guess I should listen to you more often, huh?"

BRUCE BANNER | b.b.

it was a rare occurrence, but bruce was stressed beyond belief so you wanted to help him unwind.

you both lay in bed at the compound, lights off and a dimly lit tv playing a movie you both agreed on.

except it doesn't matter what the movie was, because you certainly weren't paying attention at all.

another thing you weren't paying attention to was the door opening and an unamused bucky in the doorway.

"hey lovebirds, tony told me to tell you guys that we've got a mission in two days and take the time to relax... have fun." he smirks and walks out.

you turn to Bruce and see him turned crimson with his face in his hands.

"well at least we have time to relax." you shrug.

"that doesn't change the fact of how embarrassing that is..." Bruce mutters. "I'm seen to be the professional one 24/7."

"not anymore!" you laugh and he couldn't help but smile.

STEVE ROGERS | s.r.

it was obvious eventually you two would be caught considering you were pushed into a small closet for 7 minutes in heaven.

you had to convince him to relax a little, and when he did... oh boy.

there wasn't much in the closet, a couple random jackets, supposedly Tony's because he apparently 'doesn't have enough room in his closet'... his closet is as big as your bedroom. you laugh at the thought, though.

"can't believe you convinced me into this..." he mutters between kisses, hands cupping your cheeks.

"guess I'm just that convincing..." you smile into his lips.

you feel the distance close between your hips at his attempt for friction, and his other hand pulling you against him even harder.

the closet door flies open and tony smirks at the sight, Steve's hair messed up and you pushed against the wall.

"not so innocent, huh Rogers?" he jokes, walking away for the next round.

"were continuing this later..." he whispers, his lips brushing your ear.

LOKI LAUFEYSON | l.l.

he wasn't ashamed for anyone to see, nor did he care. you were in a dressing room while shopping at the mall and he couldn't help but kiss your perfect face.

"you're so gorgeous, darling." he smiles at you, his hands moving up and down your waist and hips.

you loved how he always showed you affection, but he really went over the top at inconvenient times.

you turned to the mirror to observe the outfit you had picked and you loved it... so did loki.

you saw him lean down in the mirror to kiss your head, then down to your neck, right at your sweet spot.

" 'mon loki... we're in public."

he presses against you, feeling him smirk into your neck.

"were secluded in public, actually. darling you have nothing to worry about-"

knocks a heard from the locked door.

"um- could you guys please hurry up? every room is taken." a worker calls.

"I stand corrected." he laughs.

PETER PARKER | p.p.

aunt may had been out for the day running errands and peter called you over to watch a movie and hangout.

you both were laying on the couch, him on top of you, his head near your collarbone comfortably, a blanket messily dropped over the two of you.

he leaned in to kiss you, but came back for more and it led to him pressed against you and kissing your neck.

"you're so pretty..." he compliments and you pull him up to kiss you, feeling him bite on your bottom lip for access.

you kiss down to his neck, his bodyweight falling limp between your legs from the pleasure.

you hear a knock on the door and ned practically screaming to let him in.

he groans and gets up fully off you.

"why does this always happen..." he complains, kissing you once more on the temple before going to answer the door.

THOR ODINSON | t.o.

it was your birthday on asgard and thor obviously had to tell the entire civilization and invite everyone to your palace.

you found yourself being held by him, kissing passionately in the empty guest room.

you two were supposed to be greeting the guests and thanking them for coming but instead he wanted to truly show you how much he loves you.

"I am so grateful you are my queen, y/n." he praises.

his large hands find the sides of your neck and face to somehow pull you closer.

"thor we should really be out saying hello to everyone..." you insist.

"m'lady, I think everyone is too drunk to notice." he smiles, his accent soothing you. "and it is our kingdom after all, I'm sure they wouldn't mind."

you feel the door move the air around you and loki complaining.

"could you guys come downstairs, please. when you aren't around, guess who's put in charge?" he pinches the bridge of his nose. "can I just tell them all to leave, lady y/n?"

"sure, loki go ahead."

"thank you."

he sighs in relief and closes the door.

thor pauses for a moment before bringing you back to kiss him, his hand at your throat.

CLINT BARTON | c.b.

he has you pressed against the door just in case anyone had tried to walk in; his hand moving from your waist to lock the door, lips never leaving yours.

there was no plan to it, the moment you walked in his room he couldn't keep his hands off you.

with wanda just had moved in, it had been very... hectic.

everyone was ecstatic and welcoming, trying to help left and right. it left no room except for at night for just the two of you.

he took the little time to his advantage, even if there would be interruptions, he didn't care and neither did you. everyone around the compound is aware of your relationship and has definitely seen pda before, so what's it if someone walks in?

a sound of yelling and laughing was heard getting progressively closer to the end of the hallway, where Clint's room was.

"OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!" you heard someone scream, getting closer.

clint rolls his eyes and pulls you away from the door, a hand pulling you against him and the other opening the door.

in flies peter and Wanda, roughly shutting and locking the door behind them laughing uncontrollably.

"what did you guys do?" you quirk a brow at them.

they both look at you like kids in trouble, ignoring the pounding in the door.

"well..." Wanda starts.

"just cut to it." clint rolls his eyes.

"mr.stark, bruce and I were in the lab giving Wanda a tour and we might've knocked over a special beaker thingy..." he mumbles. "we didn't mean to! we swear..."

the pounding in the door never stops, annoying both you and Clint.

"CUT IT OUT ASSWIPES, THAT'S ANNOYING AS HELL!" you angrily yell at the door, halting the pounding.

"...sorry..." you hear Bruce mumble even though it definitely wasn't him doing it.

your demeanor suddenly changes as you talk to Wanda and peter, concerning the three of them.

"anyways, just go say sorry. if they give you anymore shit just come get me." you wink.

"and me." clint adds.

they thank you guys profoundly before walking out to go sulk to tony and Bruce.

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We're a Family

Summary: You and Natasha are taking your first vacation since the birth of your 5-year-old daughter. While you and Natasha are off on a romantic getaway to Paris for your anniversary, how will your Avengers family handle watching your daughter for the weekend?

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Romance

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Some mentions of grief.

A/N: Thank you so much for the positive feedback on Come Home to Me! I hope to keep writing as I feel inspired and have time. This story takes place after the events of Endgame. Tony survived defeating Thanos with the Snap, and Steve brought Natasha back after returning the Soul Stone to Vormir.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Natasha questioned for the third time that Friday morning as you gathered the last essentials for your 5-year-old daughter to take to the Avengers Compound. You and Nat were taking your first vacation together since your child's birth in celebration of your wedding anniversary. Understandably, your wife was struggling with the idea of leaving your daughter. It was all you could do to convince Natasha to drop her off at preschool, let alone leave her overnight. 

“Love, we’ve talked about this. It’s only for the weekend. Mila is going to have a great time. Besides, there is nowhere safer for her than surrounded by Avengers. You trust them with your life,” you remind her reassuringly as you rub gentle circles on her back.

“Exactly. My life, not my child,” Nat muttered.

It had been five years since you gave birth to your and Natasha’s daughter. Your whole world changed from the moment you both laid eyes on her. Soon after, Nat transitioned into semi-retirement with guidance from Clint. She was still available for consultation and recruit training or if the situation was dire, but you and Mila are her number one priority now.

You heard little feet padding down the hall as your daughter entered your bedroom. Her red curls bounced up and down on her head. “I'm ready, Mommy and Mama!” Mila squealed. 

“Oh, Moya Lyubov, you look so pretty! Did you dress yourself this morning?” Natasha asked, getting down to her level.  

“Yes! I wanted to match Auntie Yelena!” as she showed off her mini black vest that Yelena made her for her last birthday, worn expertly over her pink tutu. 

“Auntie Yelena is going to love it, sweetheart. You’re going to have so much fun with your aunts and uncles this weekend,” you said, hugging her tight.

After packing your luggage in the car, you drive to the compound. FRIDAY greets you as you exit the main elevator. “Good morning, Ms. Romanoff, Ms. Y/L/N.” The team is awaiting your arrival in the common room.”

“Thank you, FRIDAY,” you replied as Mila let go of Natasha’s hand and ran ahead of both of you, having been here several times already in her young life.

As you enter the room, you see Wanda and Vision in the kitchen, and the smell of freshly baked cookies wafts through the air. Peter and Kate are playing video games, Bucky and Sam are playing cards with Clint, and Steve is quietly reading Moby Dick. 

“Little spider!” Yelena called out as she entered the room, and Mila ran into her arms.  

“Auntie Yelena! Do you like my outfit? I got dressed all by myself!” 

“I love it, malayshka. It's so much cooler than Mama’s outfit,” Yelena says as she side-eyes her older sister with a smile. “We are going to have so much fun this weekend.”

“Yeah, about that,” Natasha interrupted. “Mission briefing in five.”

Mission briefing?" you asked, confused. "Nat, we're going on vacation, not a stakeout.”

“Yes, but they have the most important mission of all, watching our daughter,” motioning to the group before you.

Your heart warms at how protective your wife was—the Black Widow. She was a woman who would run into a collapsing building or intercept an alien invasion without batting an eye, but the moment she became a mother, everything changed. She vowed to give Mila everything she never had as a child. To break the cycle of uncertainty and pain that the Red Room forced upon her. Truthfully, you were so proud of how far Natasha had come. From growing up believing love was for children to giving nothing but love to both of you. 

The living room came alive with spirited debate as Tony and Bruce burst through the door. Their voices layered with excitement and frustration over their latest nanotech calculations. Pepper trailed closely behind, an amused smile playing on her lips.

“Hey, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, park it,” Natasha declared. 

“Ah, Rushman, wonderful to see you as always,” Tony says, winking at Nat. She rolled her eyes in response as Tony and Bruce hugged you before sitting down, and Pepper picked up your daughter.

“Come on sweetie, do you want to go play with Morgan?” Pepper asked.

“Yay!” Mila cheered as they walk down the hall to Morgan’s room.

“Okay, here are some quick dos and don’ts for this weekend. No guns, no repulsor rays, no arrows, and no using our daughter as a beta test subject for any new experiments. When Thor gets here, no Asgardian beverages in front of our child. Mila’s bedtime is 7 pm, and she likes it if you do the characters' voices when you read her bedtime story. If she has trouble falling asleep, a lullaby usually does the trick. Got it?”

“Geez, this is almost as bad as Budapest,” Clint whispered to Kate.

“It’s going to be alright, Natasha,” Wanda reassured. “We’re a family. You know we would do anything for that little girl. Please, go and enjoy your anniversary. No one deserves some special alone time more than you two,” Wanda said, as she hands you a tin of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies for the trip. 

You put your arm around Natasha and kiss her cheek. “Wanda is right, my love. Mila will be fine.” 

Just as you complete the sentence, Mila runs back into the room. “Mommy, Mama! Morgan has Puss and Boots: The Last Wish, and we will watch it tonight before bedtime.” 

“That sounds like so much fun, sweetheart! I know you will be a good girl for your aunts and uncles, and Mommy and Mama will see you on Sunday night, okay? We love you so much.” you said. 

“Okay, Mommy. I love you!” She said as she hugged you so tight. Natasha knelt to kiss your daughter on the cheek and squeezed her hand three times. Their unique way of saying I love you. After one last hug and kiss, you walk to the Quinjet. Tony had offered one for easy and convenient travel. 

*^~^*

By the time you arrive at your hotel in Paris, it’s almost dinner time. After sightseeing, you two enjoyed a gourmet candlelit dinner under the Parisian moon and a romantic stroll under the stars. When you returned to your room, you received a text message from Clint with a photo of your daughter asleep on her bed—lovingly cuddled under a blanket with Yelena. 

“See, she’s okay,” you said lovingly as Natasha smiled at the picture of her little girl and her little sister.

As you lay in bed that night, you feel more grateful than ever to be here with the love of your life. Both of you had learned firsthand to never take anything for granted.

You were one of the lost souls left behind after the Blip. Struggling with the loss of your loved ones, you began attending Steve’s Brooklyn Support Group once a week. It was after one of those meetings that you were first introduced to the Black Widow. 

Natasha hesitated at first to let anyone in. She was too scared to lose anyone else and was convinced that nothing should take away from her commitment to bring everyone back. However, she still found any excuse to attend Steve’s meetings. Whether that was to bring homemade peanut butter sandwiches for the snack table or shyly offering to give you a ride home. 

You weren’t a hero or a super soldier. You didn’t remind Natasha of the guilt she carried over the last five years as the fallout from the Blip continued. You were just yourself, which Natasha loved the most about you. You began to visit her at the compound, and slowly but surely, the walls came down for both of you. 

When she told you about the Time Heist, you didn’t want to hear it. You couldn’t comprehend the thought of losing Natasha, but you knew she believed in her heart that she owed it to everyone they had lost to try. When Clint returned from Vormir alone and dropped to his knees, so did you. Grief overtook you all over again.

As the Battle for Earth became inevitable, the team hid you in a safe house off the grid. Days went by and you lost track of time, stuck in your grief and unaware of what was happening. It wasn't until a knock on your door awoke you in the middle of the night that you dropped to your knees again. This time in shock at the sight of Natasha on your doorstep. Tears streaming down her face, she told you they had won. Tony defeated Thanos with the Snap, and Steve performed a miracle by bringing her back upon returning the Soul Stone to Vormir. 

So much life has happened since then. You were married in a beautiful autumnal ceremony shortly after Nat returned and bought your house. Five years ago and twelve hours of labor later, you welcomed your daughter into the world that your wife sacrificed herself to save. You couldn’t believe how much you loved them both. Returning to the present moment, you gently move a strand of Natasha’s unbraided red hair away from her face. Her hands move effortlessly to the nape of your neck, and you lose yourself in her touch.

*^~^*

It’s Saturday morning back at the compound, and Mila is eating blueberry pancakes when Clint strolled in from his morning workout. 

“Hey, squirt! Those pancakes look amazing. Did Auntie Wanda make those?” he asked, reaching for the extra plate of pancakes on the counter. 

Before Mila can respond, the plate glides quickly away from him, enveloped in Wanda’s red magic. “Auntie Wanda did make those, but they’re only for adorable little girls named Mila. Is your name Mila?” Wanda said to Clint with a raised eyebrow.

“No,” Clint grumbled.

“Then make your breakfast, Hawkeye,” Wanda sighed, patting him on the back. 

After breakfast, Sam and Bucky take Mila outside to play. Meanwhile, Steve is working on a mission report in his room when FRIDAY interrupts his concentration. “Mr. Rogers, I’m picking up an elevated heat signature from your shield just north of your location.” Steve looked curiously out the window to see Mila giggling as she slid across the grass. She is sitting on his overturned shield, pulled by a rope tied to the back of Red Wing. 

“My shield is not a toy!” Steve yelled out the window. 

“Oh, hey, Cap! It does make a great sled, doesn’t it?” Bucky answered, pretending not to hear what his best friend said, as Sam laughed out loud. 

Steve shakes his head to hide his smile. You meant the world to him, having spent countless hours processing your grief together in that dark and dank recreation room in Brooklyn. He was honored when you and Natasha asked him to be Mila’s godfather. His shield was made from Vibranium, after all. If his goddaughter wanted to play with it, he knew no harm would be done. 

That afternoon, Peter arrived at the compound to work on his newest suit upgrade with Tony. Mila is engrossed in coloring at the kitchen table with Auntie Kate when Peter walks in to get a soda. 

“Hey Mila, what are you up to?”

“Coloring, do you want to help us?” Mila asked happily. 

Peter nodded, and they got lost in her Disney Princess coloring book for the next twenty minutes. After adding pretty sparkles to Elsa’s Frozen dress, Mila noticed Peter’s Spider-Man suit sticking out of his bag. 

“Pretty!” Mila said with wide eyes.

“You like it?” Peter asked.

“Yes, is this how you fly? Mama says you can fly!” Mila exclaimed. 

“Something like that,” Peter chuckled and tousled her hair. 

Down in the lab, Tony had been waiting for Peter to arrive for half an hour. Unusual, as his protege was typically annoyingly punctual. Running out of patience, Tony asks FRIDAY for Peter’s current location.

“Mr. Parker is in the kitchen with Ms. Bishop and the young Ms. Romanoff, sir.” Tony rolls his eyes as he trudged up the stairs.

“Hey Hawkette, have you seen Peter? He was supposed to — “

Tony stops as he sees Peter swinging from the ceiling with Mila on his back. Kate was too busy filming the spectacle on her phone to notice Tony standing there. 

“Wee!! Faster, Uncle Peter!” Mila shouted as Peter’s web carried them across the room to the top of the bookcase. 

Tony’s eyes follow the pair around the room. He put on his best poker face, “I won’t tell Romanoff or her better half, but if you break it, you pay for it. That includes the kid.” Tony warned.

“Sure thing, Mr. Stark,” Peter gives Tony a thumbs up. 

“And for God’s sake, at least put some pillows down on the floor!” Tony hollered as he walked back to his lab. 

*^~^*

You and Natasha took a Saturday evening cruise down the Seine River in the city of love. It was magical. When your phone alerted you to an incoming FaceTime from Carol, you had seen the Musée d’Orsay the Notre Dame Cathedral and had just reached the top of the Eiffel Tower. You swiped, her face appearing on the screen.

“Hey, you two, I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be on Earth-616 tomorrow for a meeting with Fury and thought I’d drop in on my favorite couple. Wait, where are you?” 

“Paris, for our anniversary! Our first vacation alone in over five years. Can you believe it?” you said giddily as Natasha put her arms around your waist and lovingly kissed your cheek. 

“Wow, that’s wonderful! Where’s your little mini-me?” Carol asked.

“With the team if you’re going there anyway, could you just make sure that everything is good with Mila?” Natasha inquired. 

“Of course. You know you never have to ask.”

“Thank you, Carol,” you gratefully respond. We’ll be back tomorrow evening, so I’m sure we’ll see you then.” Carol gave you a mock salute before you ended the call and put your phone back in your coat pocket. 

“You look so beautiful, dorogaya. After all this time, I still can't believe you’re mine.” Nat waxed poetically as she removed her scarf and wrapped it around your neck. Natasha could not look more beautiful in the glow of the Eiffel Tower. You decided this is the perfect moment to give her your anniversary gift. You slowly hand her the red velvet box you had snuck into your satchel. Her green eyes went wide at the sight of it.

“Detka! We said no gifts this year. This trip is gift enough,” Nat facetiously scolded.

“I know, but I still wanted to do something special for you,” you said sheepishly. 

Natasha opens the box, revealing a simple, delicate gold heart locket necklace. Upon opening the pendant, she is greeted by a candid photo of all three of you. Clint took one during your last visit with his family in Iowa. Nat was sitting on Clint’s front porch with a smiling Mila on her lap. You are leaning behind her with your arms wrapped lovingly around her neck. It quickly became one of your favorite photos of your small yet precious family. 

“This is so beautiful, Moya Lyubov. Can you put it on me?”

You moved Natasha’s braid away from her neck and clasped the necklace in the back. The heart locket fell directly on top of her own heart. It looked perfect on her. You're not sure who leaned in first, but your lips met in a kiss that made your stomach flutter like it was the first time. You couldn’t be happier than you were at that moment. 

*^~^*

The Sunday morning sun was slowly breaking through the compound windows. Yelena was pouring your daughter a bowl of Cheerios and singing along to the sound of American Pie from her phone when The God of Thunder entered through the Bifrost. Mila jumped and started to hide behind her Auntie Yelena but ran toward him when she realized only her Uncle Thor was materializing before them, leaving his trademark on Pepper’s Persian rug. 

“Must you do that every time? You’re becoming more of a poser than my sister.” Yelena remarked. 

“Of course,” Thor said nonchalantly. “It is the only entrance fit for the God of Thunder.”

He lifted Mila with one arm, “Odin’s Beard! You’ve gotten so big since I last saw you, Mila,” Thor declared

“I know! Did you bring me a present Uncle Thor?” Mila squealed. 

“Yes! Now, let’s see here… Asgardian Ale, Mead, no… ah, here it is!” He handed the little girl a small snow globe set in gold with her name engraved elegantly on the base.

“Wow. Pretty snow globe….” Mila whispered. 

“It is indeed,” Thor said, sitting cross-legged on the carpet before the little girl. “This is a special Asgardian snow globe. Look, see the rainbow bridge inside it?” He pointed. “Most importantly, Lady Mila, if you shake it, I shall be there in a flash. If ever you need me, I will be there.”

“Thank you, Uncle Thor!” Mila said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. I’m going to show it to my Teddy Bear!” Running to her bedroom. 

“You spoil her, you know,” Yelena stated with a smirk, as she began to clean up the kitchen. 

“I know, but she is such a grand example of goodness and joy in such a tiny human. She deserves the world.” Thor declared.

Carol arrived shortly after lunch. After a short meeting with Fury in the conference room regarding upcoming mission targets, she finds your daughter in the compound courtyard. She is wearing her vest to match her favorite auntie as Yelena demonstrates the newest tricks Fanny has learned.

“Roll over! Good girl, Fanny!” Yelena praised the dog. Mila takes a treat out of her vest pockets with her tiny hand and tosses it to the Akita.

“Well done, Mila! Before you go home tonight, I will show you what else you can hide inside those pockets,” winking at her niece. 

“Fruits and veggies, right, Yelena?” Carol deadpanned as Mila ran over and jumped into Captain Marvel’s arms. 

“Auntie Carol! When did you get here?” Your daughter giggled. 

“Just a little bit ago. I talked to your Mommy and Mama last night. They miss you and can’t wait to see you when they get home tonight,” Carol shared before kissing your daughter on the cheek.

*^~^*

As the sun started to sink on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the ancient city of Paris, you found yourself immersed in the rich history of the Louvre museum. You had eagerly anticipated this moment, and after spending the afternoon exploring the countless treasures within the museum's walls, Natasha was determined to ensure you had the chance to lay eyes on the iconic Mona Lisa. As you weaved your way through the bustling crowd of tourists, Natasha's determined presence caused a path to effortlessly clear before you as she kindly asked them to move the fuck over.

You returned to your hotel and enjoyed a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries when Natasha’s phone dinged. 

Carol: Hey, lovebirds. It's all good here. Mila is doing great and excited to see you when you return. However, you may want to check her vest pockets when you get home for some “special” presents courtesy of Auntie Yelena. 😘

Natasha giggled, showing you the text. 

“The important thing is that they’re bonding,” placing a delicate kiss on her temple. 

Following Wanda’s delicious Chicken Paprikash dinner, your daughter watched Frozen II. Vision attempted to explain the science behind snowflakes to her when Tony strolled into the lounge.

“Hey, kiddo, do you want to come to the lab with me and see the new suit modifications that the Jolly Green Giant and I are working on?”

“Yay!” Mila said excitedly, jumping up and down.

“Sir, Ms. Romanoff indicated there was to be no experimenting with young Ms. Mila while she is in our care.”

“Relax, chrome dome. We’re just looking at the new holographic mockup.” Picking up Mila and carried her to his lab. 

*^~^*

After a few hours, Natasha gracefully guided the Quinjet to a smooth landing. As the engines powered down, she took a deep breath and gently reached across the console to grasp your hand. Together, you gazed out at the glittering lights of the team living quarters in the distance.

"Thank you for making our anniversary so wonderful," you said. "I love you so much. I know it was tough for you to leave Mila for three days, but not only did we have a beautiful anniversary, but our daughter got to spend meaningful time with her family, which she will always remember." You pressed a kiss to her knuckles as Natasha caressed your cheek.

You were right, dorogaya. This was perfect. I’m sorry I was so nervous about leaving her. I just never thought I would have my happily ever after. That little girl and you are my everything. It breaks my heart every time I leave either one of you.

“I know, my love,” you said quietly. “Now, let’s go get our daughter and go home.”

As you entered the compound, the air was filled with shouting and the excited barking of Fanny and Lucky. Natasha instinctively reached for her spare Widow Bites, but before she could react, both of you heard the unmistakable sound of your daughter's laughter. Following the noise, you entered the common room to find your daughter joyfully running through the compound. She was wearing her pajamas and had one of Tony’s Iron Man helmets perched on her head while clutching a can of whipped cream. Yelena and the rest of the team were in hot pursuit, with puffs of whipped cream trailing behind her as she raced through the room.

Kate skidded to a stop in front of both of you. “Oh, you guys are back. Awesome! Umm, we made ice cream sundaes for dessert. Mila enjoyed hers, as you can see”, Kate motioned, breathing heavily.

Mila took her last lap around the couch when she caught sight of you and Natasha. 

“Mommy, Mama! You’re here!!” she squealed, running into Natasha’s arms. 

“Hi, Moya Lyubov, we missed you so much!!” Natasha said as she wrapped Mila in a big hug before passing her to you to do the same. 

“It looks like you had fun with your aunts and uncles this weekend,” removing the helmet and brush a red curl away from her eyes. 

“I had so much fun, Mommy! I got to eat yummy food, ride a sled, fly, and Auntie Yelena helped me hide special treasures in my vest pockets. Oh, and I got a magic snow globe with my name on it!” Your daughter rambled happily. 

Natasha looked at you slightly skeptical, wondering if your sweet little girl was exaggerating. With your family, you were never quite sure. 

“Wow, that sounds amazing, kotyonok!” Are you ready to go home now?” Nat asked as Mila gives you her best puppy dog eyes. 

“It’s okay sweetheart, we’ll come back and see everyone next weekend. Why don’t you go get your Teddy bear?” you suggested.

“I’ll help her with her things,” Yelena said, scooping up your daughter and walking to her bedroom. 

“We can’t thank all of you enough for taking such good care of her. I know she would stay here forever if we let her.” You said as you move through the group hugging every one. 

She is always welcome here, you two know that.” Wanda said, confident she was speaking for the entire team. 

A short while later, Mila emerged with her unicorn backpack, followed by Yelena, carrying more bags than she had when you dropped her off. You couldn't help but shake your head, knowing the team had showered her with gifts. Natasha crouched down to Mila’s eye level, tenderly placing her hand on her back. “Can you say goodbye and thank you to all of your aunts and uncles, dorogaya?” she asked. Mila made her way around the room, hugging everyone. It warmed Natasha to witness her family showering your daughter with so much love and affection.

Mila drifted off to sleep only five minutes after being placed in her car seat. Upon returning home, Natasha carried her to her bed with the utmost care. She tenderly laid Mila down, ensuring she was tucked in snugly, and then, both of you gently kissed her forehead before quietly slipping out of the room. You decided to postpone the unpacking until the following day, feeling too exhausted from the long journey. In the bedroom, Natasha was sitting in bed, engrossed in a book with her reading glasses perched precariously on the edge of her nose. The day's fatigue faded as you turned off the bathroom light and joined her in bed.

“I couldn’t have asked for a more romantic anniversary, my love,” you admitted as you carefully removed her glasses from her face and gently kissed her lips. “But there is nowhere I would rather be than at home with you and our beautiful daughter.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Nat said, returning the kiss. 

As Natasha drifted into slumber, her mind wandered back to the tumultuous path that had brought her to this moment. She couldn't escape the memories of her past—a life of manipulation in the Red Room with no autonomy and the unending pursuit to cleanse her conscience of the bloodstains it bore. But then came the shot that Clint didn't take and the chance that Fury did. Her deeply unconventional yet cherished family culminated in the arrival of you and your precious daughter. In these precious bonds, Natasha Romanoff found the strength to thrive and, at long last, find peace.

[peter-parkers-left-pinky]

The Twelve Screams of Christmas

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

A/n: So I just felt like writing a Christmas thing, don’t ask why. This is the first one shot that I’ve made and decided to post. Just to preface this, Y/n Chekhova is a former Russian Hydra agent. (I swear the Russian part is relevant). Also I want to add that I interpreted Peter Parker as an adult in this.

9:10 AM — Avengers Compound, Common Room

Tony Stark was humming Let It Snow under his breath as he stirred his overpriced eggnog latte with a candy cane. He was, by all accounts, in an excellent mood. Christmas was in full swing, the tree was lit, the food was hot, and nobody had tried to blow up the compound yet. That was a win in his book.

Most of the team was already in the kitchen, crowding around the massive buffet Tony had forced the catering staff to prepare. Steve was trying (and failing) to slice a honey-glazed ham with a knife that definitely wasn’t meant for meat. Sam and Rhodey were arguing over whether Die Hard was a Christmas movie (again). Carol was spiking her cocoa with something strong enough to light a jet engine.

It was all very on brand.

Except…

Tony checked his Rolex again, brows knitting.

“Ten minutes late,” he muttered.

Bruce glanced up from the French toast station. “Who?”

“Y/n and Nat.”

Bruce blinked. “They’re late?”

Tony nodded solemnly. “Y/n Chekhova. The human chronometer. Miss I-Show-Up-At-Mission-Briefings-Twenty-Five-Minutes-Early-Even-If-It’s-On-Fire. That one.”

Clint looked up from his plate. “Maybe they’re just… y’know, being married.”

“Exactly. Which means someone has to go get them, now, before they make me miss the toast schedule.” Tony pointed dramatically at Peter.

Peter, who had been happily inhaling powdered sugar waffles, froze.

“No,” he said, mouth still full. “Absolutely not.”

Tony shrugged. “You’re her best friend. She tolerates you. That’s about the highest honor you can achieve with Chekova. Go on. Knock on the door. Say it’s breakfast time.”

“I don’t wanna die.”

“She won’t kill you.”

“Natasha might.”

Tony looked at him with pure, smug confidence. “That’s a risk I’m willing to let you take.”

Peter turned to Clint, eyes wide and desperate. “You’re coming with me.”

Clint sighed. “No I’m not.”

Peter grabbed his arm. “Clint. If she doesn’t kill me, Natasha will. You’ve walked in on them before, right?”

“Twice,” Clint said blandly.

Peter stared. “How are you still functioning as a person?”

“I drink. A lot.”

⸻

9:15 AM — Outside the Romanoff-Chekhova Bedroom

Peter stood in front of the door like it was the gates of hell.

“Okay,” he whispered. “Just knock. Say ‘Merry Christmas.’ Don’t look inside. Everything’s fine.”

Clint leaned against the wall, sipping his coffee. “You’re overthinking it.”

Peter gave him a withering glare. “You don’t overthink interrupting two elite Russian assassins during potential holiday sex!”

Clint smirked. “I don’t think. That’s why I’m still alive.”

Peter groaned, braced himself… and pushed the door open.

Because of course he did.

And of course, the universe hated him.

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9:16 AM — The Worst Decision of Peter’s Life

The door creaked open and Peter barely had time to register what he was seeing before the image was permanently burned into his retinas.

Natasha was on top.

Y/n was underneath, blanket mostly kicked off, hands clenched into the sheets like she was about to launch into orbit. Her face was flushed, her hair a chaotic mess, and her expression—somewhere between shocked and mortified—snapped from dazed to homicidal in a second.

Peter froze.

Clint peeked in over his shoulder, gave a tired sigh, and immediately turned back around.

“Oh hell no,” Clint muttered. “That’s a you problem.”

Y/n screamed—in full-volume, furious Russian.

“ЗАКРОЙТЕ ДВЕРЬ! ЗАКРОЙТЕ ДВЕРЬ СЕЙЧАС, ПОЖАЛУЙСТА, Я УМОЛЯЮ! ЗА ЧТО?! ЗА ЧТО, ПИТЕР?!”*

Peter screamed back. “I’M SORRY! OH MY GOD—I’M SO SORRY!”

He flailed backward, nearly tripping over Clint’s foot, red from head to toe.

Natasha, still entirely too calm, barely glanced at them. She tilted her head like she was judging the weather forecast.

“Next time, Peter,” she said smoothly, voice laced with that signature assassin chill, “you knock.”

Peter scrambled for the hallway like the room was on fire.

“Oh—also,” Natasha added as he reached the threshold, “please close the door.”

He slammed it shut like it personally offended him.

⸻

9:20 AM — Kitchen

Peter arrived back at the table, hair wild, sweater askew, and looking like he’d just escaped a horror film.

Tony looked up from his mimosa. “Well?”

Peter sat down in silence.

Tony gave him a cheeky grin. “You find them?”

Peter said nothing. Just picked up a napkin and covered his own face with it like that would erase the trauma.

Clint walked in a moment later, calm as ever, and grabbed another cinnamon roll. “Yup. They’re alive. And busy.”

Tony raised his glass. “As predicted. What a beautiful Christmas miracle.”

Peter finally muttered from under the napkin. “She screamed at me in Russian. I think I have PTSD now.”

Tony sipped his drink. “Put it in a report.”

⸻

Meanwhile — 9:23 AM, Bedroom

Natasha hadn’t moved.

Y/n, on the other hand, was face-down in a pillow, still swearing in Russian between muffled groans of shame.

“You didn’t lock the door,” she growled into the pillow.

“You were on top first,” Natasha said casually, sliding back down beside her. “It’s your job.”

“My job is not—” Y/n sat up slightly, flushed to her ears. “—to be publicly humiliated because of your inability to plan for interruption!”

Natasha smirked. “They shouldn’t have barged in.”

“They are Avengers. Not dogs.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “Tony sent Peter. That’s basically a puppy with anxiety and a physics degree.”

Y/n flopped back down with a groan. “This is your fault.”

“You’ll live.”

“You said we had time.”

“I said I’d make it worth the time.”

Y/n turned her head slowly. “You are devil.”

“I’m your devil.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes. “Lock door next time.”

“I will,” Natasha said, not looking sorry at all. “Eventually.”

And then she climbed right back on top, because Natasha Romanoff didn’t like to leave a job half done.

⸻

10:00 AM — Finally Arriving at Breakfast

When Y/n and Natasha finally arrived in the kitchen, they looked suspiciously well-groomed. Natasha was smug. Y/n was wearing a hoodie, hood up and her eyes locked firmly on the ground like it might swallow her whole if she focused hard enough.

Peter refused to look at either of them. In fact, he just pushed his plate away and went to lie on the floor.

Tony beamed. “There they are! Merry Christmas, newlyweds!”

Y/n muttered, “You are reason I suffer.”

Natasha kissed her cheek. “Merry Christmas to you too, dorogaya.”

Tony raised his glass again.

“To unlocked doors, bad timing, and emotionally resilient best friends!”

Peter whimpered from the floor.

Y/n glared at him from across the room. Peter made the sign of the cross.

Clint just started pouring Bailey’s into his coffee and muttering about early retirement.

It was, undeniably, the most festive disaster of the year.

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*Russian translation: CLOSE THE DOOR! CLOSE THE DOOR NOW, PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU! FOR WHAT?! WHY, PETER

[scar-lie]

My Wife [Natasha]

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Summary : Y/N the adoptive daughter of Clint Barton got rejected multiple time by the Black Widow, the best friend of his dad

 Pairing :  Natasha Romanoff x Fem ! Reader

Warning : Cursing, depression

Word count : 5059

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"Here she is....AAAAHHHHH HERE'S MY WIFE." You beam while jumping up and down a little bit once you get up from the couch, pointing to Natasha, who just entered the living room from her room.

A series of laughs, especially from your father, Clint, who is happy to see you with this enthusiasm just by Natasha walking into the same room as you are, already gives you so much joy that it hurts to think to himself

"Arghh........please Y/N, I'm not your wife," Natasha groaned, going to the kitchen that's attached to the living room and getting a glass of white wine.

Pfff, yes, you are, even though I haven't put the ring on those beautiful, slender fingers of yours. You're my wife already........I know it," you said with a giggle, then ran to her.

"Stop, please, Y/N, I'm not your wife nor your girlfriend; for god's sake, I'm way older than you." You just ignored her sentence and hugged her from behind. Since she's taller than you, you cuddled your face on her back.

"Y/N," she sighs, taking your arms around her and pushing you gently.

"Come on, don't make your wife sad and pouty." You pout and give her puppy eyes, but she just rolls her eyes. She's already annoyed and already at her limit, but she just controls herself so she doesn't snap at you.

Natasha is already pissed and stressed by the paperwork. Fury gave it to her yesterday, and she still has one pile of it that needs to be done by tomorrow. This makes her beyond pissed, so your teasing and calling her wife makes her irritated, and the teasing by the team didn't help.

"Come on, Nat, don't make your little missy sad and pouty. Tony teases with a smirk and wiggles his eyebrows when Natasha's eyes and Tony's meet while you look over your shoulder and wink at them. That makes me giggle more.

"Nat, don't make my daughter, or should I say your wife, sad and pouty; you're going to regret it," Clint, your father, teases while drinking beer, and Natasha looks at him in disbelief.

'Seriously, you're pairing your daughter with me, your best friend, who's 15 years older than her?! ' Natasha asked herself and huffed.

Seriously, Clint, that's your daughter for god's sake," Natasha said in disbelief, and the team laughed while you just smiled at her innocently, hands held together in front of you, swayed your top body from right to left, and looked up at her eyes, and she scoffed.

"Argh....I don't have time for your bullshit," she spat, and she just left with her PB&J and her white wine, going back to her room.

"Another time," you whisper to yourself, a little hurt, then go back to joking with the team.

—

You're brushing your hair in front of your mirror on the vanity table while drying it. The only thing that's covering your naked body is your undergarment underneat the towel wrapped around your chest down to your mid-thighs when there's a knock on your door.

"Come in!" You shout with one closed eye, drying your front upper hair. That's when you saw Natasha enter your room in her black sexy dress, revealing her upper boobs and hugging her figures.

This makes you smile widely. Seeing your wife—well, not technically, but for you, she's your wife—wearing this beautiful dress and coming to your room here in the compound makes you flutter, so I put down the hair dryer, then turn around my chair, flashing her my wide smile.

"Arghh......will you cut that fucking grin of yours? You look creepy," she spat, but you ignored it and stood up, still smiling.

"Did you dress for me? Awww, you should inform me that we're going on a date." You fake pout, then run to her and hug her.

"Argh, get off of me, and no, I'm not going out with you; I'm here because I have something to tell you." Then she pushes you away, then crosses her arms across her chest, which makes her boobs get bigger, so I smirk and wiggle my eyebrows.

"Aww are you going to confess to me? That's sweet, but no need; I told you you were my wife, so it's—" she quickly cut me off with a harsh tone.

"No, and I'm here to tell you to stop calling me your wife; I am not, and stop going around and telling people that you're my wife because that's a lie," she said with gritted teeth and piercing angry eyes, looking at your soul.`

"I'm. Not. Your. Wife...............I don't fucking like you, your just a young woman who seeks attention to everybody, you're ruining everything, even my date, you little shit, just accept the fact that I'm not into you, you little attention seeker, she spat, the anger of her now spilling out, and this makes you shrink.

"You're out of my league; for God's sake, I don't need nor want a burden like you in my life, so fucking stop, you people's pleaser, bullshit!" she screams and gets out of your room, slamming the door shut on the way.

You just stand there, looking at the wall in front of you where she was previously standing, and a single tear falls down, followed by another tear. You're breathing heavily, and the towel around you makes you feel like it's trapping you tightly.

So you take it off, throw it away somewhere in your room, and start to claw your throat down your chest, crumble down on the floor, and crawl backwards until your bare back gets contact with your bed.

"Air... air...I-I....ne-need air," you rasp out, breathing heavily. Your neck and chest already have an angry red line, and you keep kicking the floor and squirming in your seat.

"Air......" Tears stream down your face as you try to get as much air as you can, but then there's another knock on your door.

"Y/N/N? Honey, are you alright? I heard some noises." Your Dad knocks, waiting for your response, but that didn't come; instead, a series of noises like someone keeping banging the wall or floor

"Honey?" Clint grows worried, so he quickly opens the door and finds you on the floor, gasping for air.

"Honey, oh god, breathe, baby, breathe," he said, taking you in his arms, holding you tightly, and putting your head on his chest.

"Listen to my heart and follow my breathing, baby," and Clint takes deep breaths while rubbing your back until your breathing is back to normal. Because of what happened, your body gives up, and you fall asleep in your father's embrace.

—

After what happened, you still call Natasha your wife, and this makes Natasha pissed off every time; even seeing your face already pissed her off. Of course, your father, Clint, didn't know what happened that night; all he knew was that you had a panic attack.

You don't want to cause any trouble between your Dad and his best friend, slash your ultimate crush—no, you've fallen for them—so you just make excuses and lie about the panic attack almost every night so you wouldn't cause any chaos on the team.

"Are you ready?" your father asked you when you came into the living room, bags in your hands.

"Yeah, I think all of my things are packed." You give him a sweet smile, so he nods.

"Ok, let's go; we're heading out now, guys. Bye." You two said your goodbyes to the team and waved at them. You turned around to go to the Quinjet but stopped when one voice bid them farewell.

"See you next week." You both looked back and saw Natasha just entering the living room.

"Yeah, see you next week, my wife." You wiggle your eyebrows again, and she instantly rolls her eyes, already pissed.

"Just get out of my hair for god's sake," she mumbled to herself, which no one heard, but you read her lips, so you just smiled at her.

"Don't miss me too much, ok? I'll just be gone for a week. Now be careful, my wife." You bid your good-bye with your father to Natasha and go to the quinjet, going home to your family that you missed.

—

A week and days go by, but Clint still hasn't come back to the compound with you, but the team understands when Clint informs them that he or you two can't come back just yet.

Well, you're not really a part of the Avengers (Your father didn’t let you just yet), but you grew up with them since Clint adopted you when they saw you—a 14-year-old girl trapped in a cell of a Hydra facility—so they took care of you, and Clint and Laura adopted you.

"Clint?" The two married couples look at the doorway when they hear a knock on the door followed by Natasha's voice.

"Nat? What are you doing here?" Clint asked once he opened the door, stepping aside to let Natasha get inside his house.

But Natasha quickly frowned, and then she got greeted with pure silence; not even Lila, Cooper, and Nathaniel greeted her, especially you, who show enthusiasm when you see her, but no, it's a complete silence, like only Clint or Laura are the only people in the house.

"Nat," Laura greeted her with a hug, and she returned it.

"What are you doing here? Not that I don't want you here," Clint said, and they sat on the couch while Laura made coffee.

"I'm worried; it's nearly two weeks and you and Y/N still haven't stepped foot in the compound." Clint looked back over his shoulder at his wife, and they exchanged looks.

"What? What is it?" Natasha quickly asked, knowing that something was definitely wrong.

"Clint." Laura nods at Clint as her husband sighs.

"It's Y/N." Then he stands up.

"Follow me." Natwsha quickly stood up, and she followed her best friend with her heart pumping.

"I don't know how you will react, but hold yourself together," Clint said, and with that, they opened your bedroom door, and there you are, laying in your bed, back facing them.

"What about her?" Natasha asked, seeing that there's nothing wrong but you're just lying down in your bed.

Clint nods at Nat towards you, so she walks around your bed just to find you, looking at the wall blankly, eye bags under your eyes; you're smaller, and now you're skinny as she last saw you, and you didn't hold a single emotion; it's all blank.

She gasps at it and steps her foot back, shocked at what she saw—the once-held beauty of a beautiful smile and the spark in your eyes every time she sees you are long gone.

This isn't what she expects when she steps foot on the farm. The first time she steps foot on the Barton's resident, she feels something isn't right.

Because every time she would pay a visit, even if she was far away, you could sense it and quickly run to her and greet her with a warm hug.

She should know better to know something is definitely wrong from the first time she feels something's not right, which was a week ago, two days after that night.

"Hey...Y/N?" Natasha whispers, slowly walking towards you and crouching down to your level.

Natasha bites her lower lips when she doesn't get any reaction or a single move out of you; you're just there, laying down, looking into nothing.

"Y/N/N... he-hey...please look at me," Natasha whispered, softly touching your arm, but still nothing. She bit her lips harder and looked at Clint, and the couple just shook their heads.

"Clint, tell me, Natasha begged, walking towards them, so Clint pulled her out of the room and closed the door.

"I don't know Nat, I-" Clint sighs, closing his eyes. It breaks him to see his daughter like this.

"It's just one day she's like that," Laura continued, eyes full of worry and sadness.

"When we got home, she was so jolly, and then after two days, she's just like that. I should have known that something was wrong the first time I noticed she was so jolly." Clint holds his wife's hand tightly, and Laura squeezes it back.

"What? What do you mean, Clint?" Natasha grows so anxious that she starts to rub her hand on her jeans.

"She has depression, Nat; she always has." Natasha gasps at hearing the new information and looks back at your closed door.

"It's my fault," she whispered to herself, tears running down her cheeks.

"I want to stay.......here?" She looked at the couple and wiped her tears.

"Until Y/N is better.....please" She clenches her hand with her nail digging into her palm, and the couple sigh, nodding.

—

Since the day Natasha knew about you, she has stayed by your side and refused to leave you. She will tell you how beautiful the weather is or how beautiful the night sky is. She will also tell you stories and read books while she lies beside you, but mostly she's hugging you tightly. When the night comes, once your eyes are closed, her tears run down, wetting your pillow, and she quietly sobs while hugging you tightly, telling you how sorry she was.

"Y/N/N, I have some of your favorite Y/F/S," Natasha beams, entering your room, and she sees you there, sitting up on your bed, which makes her stop.

Y/N-," she quickly runs to you, puts the snacks on your bedside table, and helps you up because she knows you always lose balance.

"Going to the bathroom?" You just shook your head and pointed to the window.

Out," you whisper in horse, and this surprises Natasha, because after weeks of trying to make you say a single word or a letter, you finally spoke, but she quickly gets out of her trace and nods happily.

Ok." With that, she helped you go out and sit in the rocking chair.

"Wh-what do you want to do?" Natasha asked carefully, looking at your side profile.

You didn't answer back; instead, you just looked at the dogs playing in the field—the three dogs you love, and one of them is the one you saved from the explosion.

"Ok, I'll just get us snacks and drinks." With that, Natasha left with a little smile on her face.

You've been improving for over 3 weeks; you've improved a lot more than the first time she saw you; you've been eating at least 2 times a day, even if it's just a few spoonfuls of food; you've been starting to acknowledge your surroundings, answering them with a nod or shook of your head; your pale skin is now gaining color; and now, you want to get up and go out to look outside, which is a kind of big step in your stage.

"Ok, here are the snacks," Natasha said, resting the snacks and drinks on the table. You look at her and nod.

Thanks," she smiled, nodding at you.

"You're welcome" and means that you start to eat the snacks little by little.

"Ca-can..." you whisper and grab a drink. Natasha waits until you take a sip of water.

"Can...you tell me a story?" She smiles and nods, happy that you're finding some comfort in her stories.

"Of course." With that, she starts another story of her life before they meet you and rescue you.

In some point you're loving the stories she's telling you, specially when she tell you the stories of her sister Yelena in the Red Room, you even request it to her to tell you stories with Yelena in Red Room, you don't know but knowing someone suffer the same pain and having a similar backstories/past is bringing you comfort, that your not the only one who go through it all

But for Natasha, she doesn't want to share it; she still struggles to open up about her past. It's hard for her, but seeing you wanting to know it and the feeling of getting it out without judgment feels too good, so she learns to open up to you and let herself be vulnerable.

Slowly, you're getting better, and sometimes you're smiling too. You're joining them at the dining table and listening to their jokes. You even join them on movie nights. Either your siblings will cuddle you or Natasha.

"Dinner's ready!" Laura shouts, smiling that her eldest daughter is starting to go back to them again.

Hey, dinner's ready; do you want to eat now or later?"Natasha asked, looking at your side profile while you looked up at the calm night sky with various stars and your eyes sparkling while watching.

"Let's go." You look at her and nod, so you two go to the dining table and see everybody already sitting there, waiting for you two.

"Sissy, look, it’s your favorite," Lila said with a smile and pointed to the dish, so you smiled at her.

"Yeah, it is, thanks mom," you smile at Laura, and she stops herself to shed a tear and nod at you.

"You're welcome, my sweetheart." With that, you all pray and start eating while joking around.

D-dad," you giggle for the first time, and all of them look at you with shock and a smile on their faces.

"Yo-you..." you smile and point to his chest.

"You have crust on your chest," you say, and he looks down and gasps dramatically.

"Oh, silly me, hahaha.......I'm such a clumsy person," he mocks one of those girls in the movie who acted in such a precious move, and this makes you giggle more.

"My wife's giggling." Natasha can't help but miss how enthusiastic you are around her, especially when you call her your wife. She misses it, and deep down in her, she likes it—no, she loves it; she just doesn't want to admit it.

But this causes your smile to drop, and you look down on your food and take a small bite. With this, they all look at you, and Natasha grows worried, already regretting what she said.

"I'm not your wife," you coldly reply, and Natasha's heart clenches, so she just nods and tries not to show how hurt she is.

Now she knows how it feels to be rejected, and now she knows that this feeling is always lingering on her every day, hour, or minute, and it hurts her like hell.

"Oh...so-sorry-" she said, getting cut off when you stood up to leave.

"Wait, where are you going, honey?" Clint asked, standing up and going around the table.

"Up to my room." You refuse the help of your father and go up to your room by yourself.

This makes Natasha shrink in her seat, look down on her food, and clench her hand that's holding the utensil.

I-I. I'm sorry, Clint.....I-I fucked up again," Natasha whispered, and she quickly stood up to leave before anyone in the family could say a word.

"Nat wait—" Clint got stopped by his wife.

"Let her be for now, Clint; she needs space." Clint looks at his wife, worried. They both know how guilty Natasha is of what she had done before, and Natasha thinks she deserves to be blamed even though the couple didn't blame her.

She just needs something to hold on to to blame, and that's what she chooses; that's her way to cope up and fight for you, and the thought that she fucked up again didn't sit well on her mind; it keeps messing with her head.

Now, you're sitting in your chair, looking out the window, while Natasha takes a ride on her big bike, going as far away from you as she can. She just can't stand to be near you right now, so while she's driving, she keeps wiping her tears until she's out of town and parks at the nearby gas station.

She looks at the empty street and the night sky. She sighs before going inside the store and buying a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and gum.

"Why do you have to be stupid and ruin the best things in your life, Natalia? she hissed to herself once she got out of the store.

going far enough in the gas station with her bike and lighting her cigarette, looking up at the night sky, who shine with the stars

"It is really beautiful," she whispers to herself, only appreciating the night sky now. At first, she doesn't get why people, or specifically you, love looking up at the night sky. Even in the compound, she always finds you at night on the rooftop, laying down with the blanket on the floor and looking up, or at the edge of the building, feet swinging back and forth while looking up.

Now she knows why the silence, the calmness, and the beauty of the night help you and calm you down in times like this and especially make you realize some things you are constantly denying and what you've done and make your mind clear.

After a few sticks of cigarette while looking at the night sky, she starts to feel a raindrop starting to fall down and a thunder sound can be heard in the place, so she quickly steps on the cigarette.

She hops on her bike to go back to Barton's house before the rain gets worse, or at least she wishes, but she's so wrong because she's just driving back for over 5 minutes when the heavy raindrops start to fall down, soaking her wet.

Once she got back, she was drenched from head to toe inside her boots, and it was cold as hell, so she quickly got inside, taking her boots and jacket off.

"Nat?" Natasha stops and looks forward to seeing Clint, Laura, and you sitting on the couch.

"So-sorry about the floor," She whispers, and Laura gives her a towel.

"That's ok, go and dry yourself." She nodded and went upstairs to take a quick warm shower and change into her pajamas. Once she got out of her room, Clint was waiting for her with a crossed arm. At this point, she understands if he wants her to go back to the compound tomorrow morning.

"Clint look," she started, but he cut her off.

"I trust you, Nat; I trust you with Y/N's life; I don't know what I'm going to do; I can't read her; and she refuses every help we offer her; she just wants to be on the couch." Clint looks up at her with pleading eyes.

"Please....try Nat," he said, Nat looking at him hesitantly.

"It's not your fault, Nat; trust me when I say It's not your fault." She shook her head, not believing him.

"You're her light in her dark mind; you're keeping her alive. She saw something in you that saved her. You saved her so many times in any way you could possibly save her." She looked into his eyes with teary eyes.

"I want my Y/N back, the jolly one. But you're the only one who can bring her back. Please, Nat '' Nat plays with her tongue on her right inner cheek while nodding.

"I'll try..." With that, she composes herself and goes down where you are, passing Laura on the way.

"Hey...Y/N/N?" she asked softly, like the first time you look over your shoulder for a second and go back looking at the movie playing in front of you with the lowest volume, so she sat beside you.

"Can you tell me your story again, the one with Yelena?" you asked, still looking at the TV.

"Yeah, ok." Natasha sighs and starts to tell you her story of how the Red Room is programmed and how she needs to fight for her and Yelena.

"What happened to Yelena?" Natasha can't find a word, not a single one; she just shuts her mouth. She doesn't know how to answer your question.

Even though she and her sister are reunited and in a good relationship, she just can't accept the fact that she escaped the Red Room without her, so she just leaves Yelena alone.

"I-she..." she said, looking down on her hand.

"Did you leave with her?" She could feel your gaze on her, so she closed her eyes and shook her head.

"No," Natasha looked up to you, but you shook your head, going back to watch the movie. Natasha thought it was her cue to leave you alone, so she stood up and turned around to leave.

"I am her," you said while still watching, and Natasha looked back at you with a frown.

"What?" She waited for you to talk again, now facing you.

"I am Yelena," you whisper, fidgeting your hand, so Natasha sat beside you again, looking closely at your side profile.

"I was left behind too..............by my older sister," Natasha gasped, biting her lips.

"She left me behind the four walls of the cell in Hydra...............she just used me to get her way out there." You look at Natasha for a second and go back to the movie. Natasha is shocked to learn this story.

No one on the team, even your parents, knows this; all they know is that you're the only one left alive from the Hydra experiments; they didn't know that you have a sister.

"Wh-what happened to her?" Natasha wants to hold you, but she doesn't know if you want that.

"I don't know, but one day when I'm in training, they just throw her dead body in front of me, telling me that I will end up the same as my sister if I try to escape." You stand up and go outside on the porch, so Natasha follows you behind.

"I don't know what I should feel.........I'm-......I'm not allowed to feel anything." You start to go down the stairs of the porch.

"Y/N, wait, no, you're going to get yourself soaked." Natasha tries to get you back to the porch, but you're already down on the grass, where your body is starting to get soaked.

"I didn't know that I was bottling it up..........I don't know what feelings or emotions are." Natasha doesn't have any choice, so she follows you.

"Until I meet you and the team..........you all show me what emotion is." You stop in the middle of the field, 30 feet away from your house, and the fact that you're starting to shiver makes Natasha notice it, so she grows worried.

Y/N, you're going to get sick; please let's get back." She stands beside you. You smile, looking up and letting the raindrop fall on your face.

"And I hate it............" You look at her with teary eyes and a smile.

"At first, because that's where I start to feel the grief, betrayal, guilt, sadness, loneliness, depression, and how much of a monster I am—" your tears start to roll down your eyes, but even if they're running down your checks with the raindrop, Natasha knew you're crying.

"Y/N" Natasha is going to hug you, but she stops when you talk again.

"But I am grateful and happy because... over my entire life, I finally know and feel what happiness is and what love means." That's when Natasha hugs you, rubbing your back.

"But it's too much......I don't want to feel it anymore. It hurts." You sob on her shoulder.

Natasha's own tears roll down her cheeks while she shushing you, holding you, and comforting you while you sob, letting go of every emotion you bottled up.

"Let it all out, baby. Let it all out. I'm here. I'm not going to leave. Just let it all out." Natasha whispers in your ear while you hold on to her shirt tightly like your life depends on it.

"I hate it." Your sob subsides a little, and you tuck your head on her neck, already tired, and keep whispering, 'I hate it.

"I know...shhh, I know. I know, love. I know," she whispers, running her hand over your hair.

"Help me," you whisper, looking up at her eyes, so when she meets your eyes, she smiles and nods, happy that you're opening yourself to her and letting her in.

"I will.....I will be by your side every step of the way. Ok, cause I love you so much. I'm not going to leave you, ok?" your lips starting to quiver while looking up at her eyes.

"You love me?" A spark in your eyes didn't go unnoticed by Natasha, and she smiled, nodding.

"Of course, I'm your wife, and I'm going to put a ring on those gorgeous fingers someday." Natasha kissed your forehead, and she saw Clint running in your direction with two towels and one umbrella.

"Now let's go inside; you're shivering. You're going to get cold." You again buried your face on her chest while shaking your head, making her chuckle.

"But I like the rain," and that's when Clint quickly put the umbrella under your heads.

"Oh my god.......I thought something happened to the both of you!" Clint exclaimed, putting the umbrella he's using between his shoulders and checking while wrapping the towel around the both of you.

Dad," and you hug him, so he hugs you back tightly; it's been a while since he's been able to hug you.

"Let's go home now, sweetheart." With that, Clint wrapped his arm around your shoulder and led you and Natasha back to the house.

—

Since then Natasha always with you, she still read you book, tell you stories and help you every ups and downs on your life, she even take you for a ride every now and then, going into different places where she knows you will love and she even give you flowers even if she just steal some on the garden of your parents or someone else

With the help of your now-lover and your family, the team is constantly visiting you, and you've healed from a big rough patch.

Hey, you leave me for a sec there? "You snapped out of your thoughts, looking at your girlfriend for over 6 months now, who's been lying beside you in your sahred bed, in your shared bedroom; it's actually Natasha's bedroom, but she insists that you should move in, so every time you're in the compound, your room is Natasha's.

"Sorry" you whisper with a shy smile.

"That's ok, my love." She smiled, then started to tickle you.

"It's a tickle monster," she said, and she started to tickle your stomach, which made you squeal and try to get out of her grip.

"St-stop Natty... please," you laugh out loud, pushing her hand away.

"What? I can't hear you!"You scream when her fingers start to tickle your most ticklish spot, which is your armpit.

"NAAATTYYYY!" You scream, and she suddenly stops looking down at you, and you pant heavily.

"You ok?" she asked, taking a deep breath to get some needed air.

"Yeah," you look up and giggle, then her dementor changes; she looks like she is thinking deeply while examining your face structure.

"Nat?" you whisper, putting your hand on her right check. She sighs and leans on your hand.

"You look like an angel, my darling, and I really love you so much," she whispered, kissing your palm and laying down beside you, pulling you in so now your back is facing her, cuddling, her being the big spoon and you're the small spoon.

"And I really love you too, my big bear," You whisper, hugging her arm that's wrapped around your waist.

[sharkwidow]

Silence and Arrows | Clint Barton x teenage reader!

🏹⁀➴Summary: A mission in Sokovia goes wrong, and the reader finds themselves caught in the wreckage. As the chaos unfolds, Clint Barton, the calm and caring mentor, helps them navigate the dangers. Through everything, their bond grows stronger, and in the quiet aftermath, there's a sense of belonging.

🏹⁀➴Content warning: Violence, destruction, injury, trauma, emotional distress.

🏹⁀➴Word count: 3,100

🏹⁀➴Note: In this fic, the reader is mute and communicates through gestures and writing.

It was a stormy night when he found you for the first time. You, staring blankly, as if you weren’t really there. As if the world had forgotten you. You were alone, soaked to the bone, curled up in the corner of an abandoned building in a forgotten part of Eastern Europe. Clint Barton had been on difficult missions before, but this one… this one felt different from the start.

He saw you before you saw him. His training kept him sharp. He approached silently, like a ghost. He didn’t want to scare you, though he knew it was unavoidable. When he was close enough, he noticed your trembling lips and wide-open eyes. You didn’t say anything. You just looked at him.

“What are you doing here, kid?” he murmured, voice low and calm. His tone wasn’t sweet. Clint wasn’t sweet. But he was… careful. Like he was afraid to break something that was already shattered.

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. But you didn’t move away either, and that was enough.

“Are you alone?”

Again, silence.

Clint crouched slowly, keeping his distance. He raised his hands, knowing you might not understand, but he did it anyway.

«Safe. I’m here.»

«I won’t hurt you.»

That was enough for you to lower your guard just a little. Not much, but Clint knew how to read the small signs. He stayed by your side, under the rain, until you stopped trembling enough to move. He didn’t force you. He didn’t push you. He just stayed there.

And that was the first time anyone had done that for you.

Over time, Clint brought you to a safe base. You didn’t ask questions. You didn’t speak. But you adapted. Fast, silent, lethal. He didn’t need long explanations. He just gave you what you needed: space, patience, and a bow.

He trained you. You learned. Your hands, steady. Your gaze, focused. You didn’t need words. He raised an eyebrow, you knew what he meant. He made a gesture, you followed. And when you made one back… well, Clint always responded.

Things didn’t get easier, but they became more… manageable.

The mission was a disaster from the start. You knew it. Clint did too. The city was at war. Ultron’s robots in the streets, enemies in sight, and the sound of destruction all around us.

“Everything ready?” Clint asked me, with his usual calm tone.

I nodded, adjusting the bow, feeling the weight of the situation on my shoulders. The tension in the air was thick, and even though I couldn’t speak, my nerves showed in my trembling hands.

“Good. You cover the east flank. I’ll take the west. If anything goes wrong, we meet at the extraction point. Got it?” Clint looked at me with that usual mix of firmness and care.

I nodded again, knowing the mission wouldn’t be easy. No matter how much you train, war is never something you can fully control. But still, you felt ready, like everything you had learned had led you to this moment.

The city was a chaotic battlefield, buildings destroyed, air thick with dust and smoke. Clint moved beside you, and your synchronization was perfect, like you had trained for this your whole life. Every arrow, every movement, calculated. But nothing could prepare you for what was coming.

Suddenly, the roar of an explosion made the ground shake beneath your feet. Debris fell from nearby buildings, and chaos broke loose.

“Watch out!” Clint yelled, but it was already too late.

The impact of the rubble hit you, and before you could react, you were trapped beneath the remains of a collapsed building. Darkness and dust clouded your vision, and the air became unbreathable. The sound of gunfire and battle cries faded from your mind, drowned out by the crushing weight of destruction.

You curled against a broken wall, hands covering your ears. Everything became noise, an unbearable mix of screams, metal, and your own pounding heart. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t think.

And fear… fear completely froze you.

You didn’t know how much time passed until you saw him. Clint, covered in dust, with a bleeding gash on his brow, knelt in front of you.

He said nothing.

He just raised his hands.

«Breathe.»

«I’m here.»

It’s me. Clint.

«You can do this. You’re strong.»

«Look at me.»

His fingers moved slowly, firmly, as if the world wasn’t falling apart around you. And it worked. Because with him, it always worked.

You started to breathe again. First slowly, then deeper. Your hands stopped trembling. And when you sat up, Clint simply nodded.

“Good job,” he said with a small smile. “I knew you’d get through this.”

The trip back was long. Not much was said. It didn’t have to be. He drove the jeep while you stared out the window, letting the blurry trees wash away the sounds of Sokovia.

The farm appeared like a sigh. That patch of land in Missouri that seemed to exist in another world. Surrounded by open fields, quiet and calm. The open sky. The tall grass. Home.

Laura was already on the porch. She smiled when she saw the jeep, a cup of coffee in hand. Lila and Cooper ran out, hugging you as soon as you stepped out. You, who rarely reacted, held onto their arms in return. You clung a little longer than you expected.

“Everything okay, honey?” Laura asked softly.

You nodded. Clint was unloading the gear in the back.

“She’s alright,” he said with a faint smile. “Just needs time. Like all of us.”

Nathaniel came out onto the porch with a mischievous smile, the little one jumping to hug you too.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he hugged you, so sure of what he said, like he had always known you would be.

You smiled slightly. You didn’t say anything, but just having him there, with his warm hug, was what you needed.

The night was simple. Warm dinner, kids’ laughter, you sitting on the porch with a blanket over your legs and a notebook in your hands. Clint sat beside you, a beer in his. He glanced at you.

He said nothing.

He didn’t have to.

You wrote slowly in the notebook.

«Thank you for not letting me fall.»

You showed him the page. He read it, swallowed hard, and then, with his hands, answered:

«Always.»

And for the first time in a long time, you knew you belonged somewhere.

[reginaphalangelobster]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request a romantic Clint Barton x Fem!Reader where Clint gets called off on a mission exactly on Valentine’s Day and he comes home late at night all beaten up and covered in blood barely standing with a bouquet of flowers feeling guilty and the reader comforts him, cleans and patches up his wounds and takes care of him - basically something cute, intimate, fluffy for Valentine’s Day Ask Game❤️‍🔥tysm

Oh my god. I just spent about 7 hours straight writing this. I really wanted to make it good and I think I got there. I loved it SO MUCH. This is truly one of the best requests I've gotten and you have made my day (probably week) You gave an amazing request, the theme and the way you put it had me loving ever second of writing so thank you, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing.

I Don't Deserve You

Clint Barton x fem!reader

Summary: Your plans for Valentine's Day change, but you still couldn't be happier.

Warnings: injuries, swearing, angst, Clint not feeling good enough for the reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, reader and Clint tease each other a lot but it's purely out of love, no use of Y/n, could be read as gender neutral if you ignore 2 references to reader being female

Word Count: 2k

Neither of you liked to make a big fuss about Valentine's Day, you were just happy to be with each other. After all, you loved each other the same today as you did any day, the holiday was just a nice excuse to spend time together. Not that you needed one, you loved being together.

You decided to plan out a cute little date night, staying in of course. With Clint's Avenger duties he was usually pretty tired and he just wanted to come home to you and stay in most of the time, but you loved it. You got all the ingredients to make Clint's favourite food for dinner and your favourite for dessert, you lined up a bunch of cheesy romance movies. If you ever told anyone he would deny it with every fibre of his being but Clint Barton loved rom-coms.

You lit some candles and remembered to keep them away from the curtains, unlike Clint. It was a lovely gesture but you weren't very swept up in the romance of it all when you had to get the fire extinguisher.

You were just starting to cook dinner when you got a text.

On my way ❤️

You smiled ten times brighter and actually danced around the kitchen a little. You continued to cook and hum away merrily. You noticed that Clint had sent that text an hour ago and he should be home by now. Just as you picked up your phone to check that he was okay, his name came across the screen.

"Hey, are you okay? You sent that text a while ago"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm really sorry baby, but Tony needs me"

"What's going on?"

"Some space asshole wants to take over the planet again"

"I thought Thor and Loki took care of the space stuff"

"They do, but they're MIA. They left for Asgard a week ago and they still haven't come back. Cap and Nat are here but they said they need me too"

"What about Bruce?"

"He was going to go with the Brodinsons, some kind of alien science thing. Don't know if he did"

"You know they hate that name"

"Why else would I call them that?"

"Just stay safe, okay? Leave the robot strangling to Steve"

He chuckled lightly, making a crackling sound over the phone "Yes Ma'am" He paused for a moment and breathed in deeply "I promise, I'll be home soon"

"You'd better be. I don't think you want to miss out on everything I have planned. I even got a new outfit"

"I thought you wanted to stay in?"

"I do"

"Oh" He paused, realising what you meant "OH, I'll get this finished up quick then"

"I love you"

"I-"

He was cut off by a loud crashing noise followed by an explosion. You heard a lot of screaming and cries for help echoing through the phone.

"Clint? Clint?! Are you okay? Please, answer me"

He didn't. The phone went dead and you were left standing in the kitchen, not knowing anything yet again.

You turned the stove off and walked over to the couch. You hated when this happened. You hated being in the dark, you hated not knowing if the man you love is even breathing, it made you sick. You knew you shouldn't freak out, you didn't know anything so he could be okay, right?

You just sat there, for hours. It's happened before but this felt different. You could barely move. You just managed to lay down and curl up into a little ball. Clint's sweater was hanging on the back of the couch, he never put it away, some days you thought he was actively trying to drive you crazy, today you just held it. You grabbed it and clutched it to your chest, breathing him in, praying it wouldn't be the last time.

The hours passed by, going late into the night and you stayed there, waiting. You heard a quiet thump coming from outside and when you approached the door you heard heavy breathing and the jingling of keys. It's Clint. It has to be. You flung the door open and he fell forward. You caught him just in time. He looked up at you and extended a bouquet of slightly damaged red roses.

"Happy Valentine's Day"

You huffed out a small laugh and helped him up. He was covered in blood, you hoped it wasn't all his, you were certain that whatever was blue wasn't. He had a huge bruise over his eye and a cut through his eyebrow. He had lots of smaller cuts and scrapes across his body but the worst one was on his arm. He held his arm close to his chest but you managed to pull it away and see the big gash. You sat him down on the couch and rested his arm on it. You saw the big cut that ran down his leg and propped it up on an ottoman.

"God" You muttered to yourself as you got the first aid kit.

"Y-you should see the other guy" He coughed out, wincing at the small movements and holding his side.

"Why aren't you at the hospital?"

"It's Valentine's Day"

"That's not an answer and you know it"

"What? Don't you like the flowers? They nearly cost me an arm and a leg"

You shook your head and smiled "I love them, but that's not the point"

"Well I'm in one piece, that counts for something, doesn't it?"

"Something, but being in one piece shouldn't be your only goal"

You knelt down, pulled out an alcohol wipe and started cleaning up his arm.

"I-Ow! Can you give me a warning next time?"

"Sorry"

He leaned his head back, took a deep breath and clenched his fist.

"I hope I didn't keep you up?"

"Nah, I'm often awake at 4 in the morning"

He looked down at you, his eyes clouded over with sadness and guilt as he watched you help him when he had abandoned you.

"I-"

"Don't"

"What?"

"Don't apologise for saving the world. Apologise for not taking care of yourself while you did it"

"I'm sorry. I really am. I should've been here, with you"

You finished cleaning up his wounds and got up to leave. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, you could feel the dirt and blood still on them.

"Where are you going?"

"Just the kitchen"

"Okay"

He let go of you and wished he didn't. You were gone for 10 minutes. 10 excruciating minutes. He didn't know if you were coming back, you'd be right not to with that way he's always leaving you. When he finally saw you walk back in you held a plate in your hands. You presented it to him and he took it gratefully. It was his favourite meal. Of course it was, of course you were here waiting for him after you had spent the time and effort to make his favourite meal for the day you were meant to spend together. You sat next to him and rested a hand on his thigh, rubbing up and down gently, reassuring him that it was okay.

"I don't deserve you"

"Nope, but you're stuck with me now"

"Am I?"

"What?"

"Stuck with you?"

"O-of course you are, don't you want to be?"

"I love you more than I can form the words, I just, I'm a terrible partner"

"No, Clint, you aren't. You're absolutely wonderful 90% of the time, you're just focused on the 10 right now, but you don't need to be"

"It's more than 10"

"Fine, 11"

He chuckled lightly "I'll take that"

"And I'll take you"

You leaned up and shifted closer You pressed your lips to his with the delicate touch of a feather.

"Is that all? What about your new outfit?"

"Well I didn't want to hurt you, you know, more"

"You won't" He said with a suggestive smile.

You moved over to him and kissed him again. This time deeper, like you were trying to hold onto each other for as long as you could. He moaned lightly just before you pulled away.

"Okay, I was wrong. That hurt"

You giggled softly as you took your seat on the couch "Sorry, baby"

"I'm sorry I ruined our Valentine's Day"

"You didn't, the only way can ever ruin my day is if you aren't in it"

"God, you're so sweet. It's making me sick"

You gently tap his arm as opposed to swatting it.

"Alright, I planned a fun night for us and we're gonna do it"

"Honey, when you kissed me it hurt, I don't think we can-"

"Not that, we're going to watch some rom-coms, I found a few I think you'll like"

"Sounds like a plan"

You took the remote and played one of your picks for the night; Just Like Heaven. You loved Reese Witherspoon and the other actor looked strangely familiar. About 2 minutes after he came on screen Clint just turned and looked at you, mouth agape in shock. He couldn't believe it. Clint dialled Bruce's number with shaky hands as he couldn't stop laughing.

"Hello?"

"Where the hell were you?"

"I just got back from Asgard, is everything okay?"

"Can't complain, got my girl, got half my blood"

"What happened?!"

"Some alien attacked, we really could have used a code green or some godly magic from you buddies"

"I'm sorry Clint, we were in an asteroid belt, no reception"

"Nice cover story, anyways that's not why I called"

"Why did you call?"

"Ever heard of Mark Ruffalo?"

"Shit"

"Yes, shit. How come you never told us?"

"I was there when we all watched Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters. I wasn't going through that"

"Fair enough, Tony's still calling me Jeremy"

"So, which movie is it?"

"Just Like Heaven, the one with Reese Witherspoon" You pipped up when Clint turned to you.

"Well have fun and don't ever mention it to anyone!" Bruce said in a faux cheery tone before hanging up.

Clint put his phone down and turned his attention back to the screen. You finished the movie and laughed all the way through.

"Clint"

"Yeah?"

"You know Scarlett Johansson?"

"I don't think so"

"Heard of Chris Evans?"

"Nope"

"That's, that's just so great"

You played The Nanny Diaries.

"W-what the fuck?" He drew out the last word "How could you not tell me about this sooner?"

"I just found out last week"

"I have to call Nat"

"Just, give it a minute"

"Why?"

"Trust me"

The movie continued and Harvard Hottie came on screen.

"No fuckin' way!"

"Glad you waited?"

"Oh, so glad"

"Wait until the costume party"

"There's a costume party?!"

"Yep"

"I have to see that"

You both howled through the scene, you thought Clint might break another rib at one point. You saw his eyes starting to close as the movie ended.

"Wanna o to bed?"

"I'd love to, but I don't think I can get up"

"That's okay, we can sleep here. That's why I bought a big couch"

"You should go to bed, get a decent sleep"

"It's fine, the couch is pretty comfy. Besides, I can't sleep without you anyways"

He looked at you with so much love in his eyes and he brought your hand up to his lips as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

"You're incredible"

"Nah, amazing maybe but incredible's a big statement"

"But it's true, you did all of this for me"

"I picked a couple movies and made dinner, Clint, it's not that special"

"It is because it's with you, you make everything special"

"Who's sickeningly sweet now?"

"Still think it's you"

You cuddled up on the couch with Clint and soon drifted off into a peaceful sleep, you always slept well when you were in his arms and he slept well whenever he was holding you.

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[katebishopsleftshoe]

clint: *wearing grey sweatpants and a black compression shirt*

y/n: when has this become a WHORE HOUSE??!!

[mayfieldss]

💕 lotus eater : Kate Bishop + Christmas heist

well yes...

You'd only known Kate a few months when she asked you to help her rob her mother. She said it bluntly, just like that. "Okay, quick question, will you help me rob my mother?" as if that was the most normal thing to say. Especially to someone you hardly knew. But Kate knew you enough. She liked you, trusted you, and you were a friend of Clint's, so how bad could it be right?

You were unsure why you said yes. Maybe it came down to Kate's charm. Perhaps it was truly impossible to say no to her, even though you'd only joked about it in the past. Because now you were dressed up, cute mini black dress flattering you, while Kate stood at your side in a rather appealing suit. You'd never seen her dressed like this before, and it took you off guard a little when she showed up at your door to pick you up that night. She stood there on your doorstep, almost like a prom date ready to be judged by your parents, and you were at a loss for words as you stepped out into the night air with her.

Now you were more focused, ready to steal a USB drive from Kate's mother. You weren't entirely sure where it would be, but a gala was currently being held at the offices of Bishop security and you hoped to find it there.

"Ready?" Kate was looking over at you, a reassuring look in her eyes that told you, you could back out now if you wanted to.

"Ready." you confirmed, linking your arm up with hers as you walked through the groups of people holding glasses of champagne and red wine.

Funnily enough, the security company wasn't as secure as you would have thought. The hardest part about making it to the office where the USB drive would be, was getting past all the old folks that wanted to ask Kate why she had a lady on her arm. Kate smiled and smooth talked her way past most of them, with only a few rude comments leaving her lips, until at last you were where you needed to be.

Eleanor Bishop's office.

"So, how do we know when we've found the right drive?" It's a valid question considering you and Kate have been digging through draws for about 5 minutes and have come across more than one USB stick.

"I guess we just plug them in and see?" Kate seems unsure about that herself, and honestly she hadn't thought this plan through as much as she would have liked to admit.

"Well, do you know the password to your mom's computer?" You raise an eyebrow in the darkness of the office, and before Kate responds you can tell what the answer will be.

"No."

"Okay, great."

So now you have no way of knowing what is on each drive, in the darkness of a security office with only the light of your phones to guide you. Perfect. Not to mention the trouble you could get into if you are caught in here. You only have around 15 minutes before someone comes looking for Kate, and that doesn't seem like enough time at all. Especially as now, you can hear the clack of high heels on the marble floor outside.

"Kate,"

She's crouched by the desk, almost underneath it, completely oblivious.

"Kate!" your voice comes out as a harsh whisper, not loud enough for anyone outside to hear but sharp enough for Kate to look up at you. She bangs her head on the top of the desk and yelps, making the footsteps outside the office stop.

"Someone's outside." you whisper to her, and Kate's eyes widen tenfold. She stands quickly, pushing in the drawers she had opened as quietly as she can. Time seems to move painfully slow as you wait to be caught, trying to hide or make up excuses in the few moments you have left.

The sound of the high heels begins again, the echo on the tiles coming closer and closer to the office.

"Come here," Kate whispers and you turn, just in time to see her face very close to your own in the darkness. "I'm sorry in advance for this."

Just as the door to the office opens, Kate kisses you. She does it so naturally, almost as if she's kissed you a hundred times before, or has at least thought about it. You are stiff and frozen in shock for most of it, though it doesn't seem like Kate's mother, who is now standing in the doorway to the office, has noticed your body language. Instead, she's focused on the fact her daughter is kissing another girl.

"What are you doing?" she doesn't say it in the way that suggests she's mad about the location of the kiss, but rather that she's upset by who, Kate is kissing. Which happens to be you.

When Kate pulls away, however, her eyes lock on yours for a few seconds, and it's in those moments you see an almost unreadable glint in her eye. Almost, unreadable.

She enjoyed kissing you. And you know it.

"Get out here, now." Eleanor Bishop can not read the room, or maybe she can but just doesn't like the direction the plot is headed. Kate moves swiftly toward the door, head bowed low like a scolded dog, and you do the same, though when you can steal a glance you see the smile threatening to creep onto her lips.

Her mother pulls her aside, though for what reason you aren't sure considering her tone of voice is loud enough for the entire corridor to hear, which makes her planned private conversation seem pointless. But for the most part she doesn't seem to suspect anything other than sexually deviant behaviors. At long last Kate's mother storms off muttering a "we'll talk about this later," that you know won't go down too well for Kate.

But once you two are alone again that doesn't seem to matter, because Kate is dragging you outside by the arm, away from the cameras and prying eyes.

"That was terrifying."

"What, my mother?" Kate raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow at you, lit by the New York city street lamps.

"That among other things, yes."

Kate laughs and there is a moment where neither of you speak. You let the dwindling midnight traffic tell your story, until finally something comprehendible comes to mind.

"So what's the new plan?" You have to admit, you're curious about where to go from here, with little success on the first attempt.

"What new plan?" Kate stands before you, undoing the first few buttons of her dress shirt. She has removed the tie, and you kind of miss it already.

"To get the flash drive? You know, the one we did all of this for?"

Kate scrunches her nose up at you, and your eyes follow her hand to the pocket of her suit jacket. Her smile widens, and only now do you understand why.

"Oh, you mean this flash drive?" she holds up the prize of the night before you, proud of herself, yet you can't seem to remember when exactly she found the right one.

"How?"

"I have my talents." She winks, and you're taken back to the kiss you shared minutes before.

"You sure do." The words don't sound as smooth as you thought they would once they are out of your mouth, and you make a mental note to never attempt flirting ever again.

Despite how bad the line was, Kate is grinning at you rather than cringing. You can tell the cogs are turning in her brain, like she wants to ask you something, but she doesn't know how to word it. In the end you ask her.

"What are you thinking?"

You can see her short circuit a little, but she recovers quickly, like she always does. "D'you wanna grab dinner? With me?"

You spare a glance around you, at the closed shopfronts and stores with the lights out.

"I don't think there's much open." your voice sounds nonchalant, so much so that you could praise yourself for it, especially since you are freaking out internally.

"Well, we could always go back to my place. I could make us something?" Kate is hopeful, and who are you to cut her down?

You smile, and reach to loop your arm through hers. "Sure. Take me home."

Kate was never good at hiding her excitement, and it's like watching a dog try not to bark at the postman, the way she's trying to suppress her rambling. But she tries her best, even though you wouldn't be mad with her if she did, in fact, talk your ear right off. She takes you home, she cooks you dinner, and when the night turns to dawn, she asks if she can kiss you again.

Because Kate has never been one to let go of what she wants.

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[talesofely]

The (Wo)Man Who Can't Be Moved

Pairings : Natasha Romanoff x GN/Fem!Reader

Summary : Natasha's your ex-girlfriend, she broke up with you without giving you a solid reason as to why. Obviously, you want her back. One problem, she's unofficially dating Bucky Barnes. So you decided to solve it with a little performance.

Warnings : Angst, Fluff, Hopeful Ending (?), Swearing I think, reader is mostly gender neutral but i envisioned it as a fem!reader soooo, pls tell me if u see anything else

Note : I rlly wanna make a part 2 of this, lmk what u guys think thooo

Word Count : almost 2k

Save My Tears - Part 2

Tony decided to host another one of his famous Stark parties. This time, his excuse was that you are single again, and that Natasha and Bucky had something going on. What he didn't know was you and Natasha didn't quite end in good terms, cause she broke up with you. And of course... that you still miss her so god damn much.

So there you were, in your room, mentally preparing yourself to see the love of your life with her soon to be boyfriend. You didn't want to go, you absolutely wanted to just run away. But you couldn't. You had to show that the break up didn't affect you as much as they thought it did, even if it really did.

A knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Come in." The door opened and revealed a redhead. You smiled sadly at the woman, it wasn't your redhead. It was Vision's.

"I told you I'm fine, Wands." You tried your best to give her a genuine chuckle. Wanda didn't seem to be convinced though.

"You look good, L/N. Trying to impress somebody?" Wanda said as she leaned against the closed door of your room.

"You already know the answer to that." You said as you shook your head, standing up to apply perfume.

"Just tell her, Y/N/N. I mean, you should shoot your shot before it's too late. I heard Buck's gonna ask her to be his girlfriend officially tonight." Wanda announced, watching you intently as you try desperately to calm your nerves.

"What am I supposed to say, Wands? Please take me back, I miss you so much, I know you broke up with me but I want you back?" You sarcastically said as you scoffed. "Plus, I don't wanna ruin what she has with Bucky. She must like him so much if she made their relationship public within three days of seeing each other."

"She isn't happy with him, and we both know that. I care about Natasha too, Y/N, I want her to be atleast happy with who she's with. Plus, how can you know she doesn't want you back if you haven't even asked?" Wanda asked with a raised brow. You didn't dare to make eye contact, just staring at the perfume bottle on your hand. "Think about it, alright?"

Wanda left your room, leaving you alone with more thoughts than you had 30 minutes ago.

Stark decided to go to the next level for this party. He had a stage in the middle of the living room, a bunch of speakers, and a mic stand.

The party was more lively than normal. Everyone was teasing the future couple, much to your annoyance. Natasha and Bucky were the center of attention.

Apparently, Bucky loves getting all that recognition and attention, but deep down you know Natasha doesn't. Your ex-girlfriend loves parties, but she doesn't like it when she's the center of attention. Bucky doesn't seem to know it considering he's showing her off like she's just a trophy.

You sat at the bar, alone, drinking your Aunt Roberta cocktail. Clint approached you, Tony right behind him. You didn't acknowledge them, just continuing to watch the 'It Couple' as Tony calls them.

"You okay, Y/n?" Clint asked with a small smile. You're guessing he didn't know what happened, you didn't know if Natasha told him how she broke your heart. You just nodded in response, drinking down the last of your cocktail.

"They're such a nice couple, right? Natasha and Bucky? I'm not glad you and Nat broke up but I'm glad they found each other." Tony said with a grin, oblivious to the fact that you want to punch him in the face.

"Mhm." You responded with another nod. You couldn't do this sober, but the alcohol wasn't doing anything.

"Hey, Y/N, you should sing! You have a great voice, right!? You used to sing for Natasha when you were still together!" Tony slurred out, obviously intoxicated now. Clint nodded in agreement, both trying to convince you to sing.

You didn't want to, you weren't in the right mood to put on a show.

However, when your eyes drift to Natasha and Bucky slow dancing to your song, 'Wonderful Tonight' by Eric Clapton, the same song you two always danced to, you snapped.

You cleared your throat to steal Tony and Clint's attention. You stood up and fixed your suit's jacket. The polo you were wearing underneath had three buttons unbuttoned, showing just enough for men and women to go wild.

"I'll go sing, Anthony. The tablet beside the mic is connected to the speakers, right?" You asked as Tony nodded eagerly. He always liked it when you sang, saying you had a specific vibe he couldn't get from other singers.

Before you could fully walk away, Clint shouted at you, making you turn around and raise a brow at him.

"Go get your girl back." He mouthed then winked. You rolled your eyes at him before flipping him off.

When you reached the stage, Steve got off and handed you the mic with a smile. You sat down on the chair, everyone was surprisingly cheering for you. Mostly everyone's eyes were on you, excited for the song you were about to play.

You didn't dare to look into the audience, in fear of meeting those green eyes you used to call home. The fondness in them wasn't for you anymore, anyways.

"Hey, everyone. I hope y'all are having an amazing night. I do hope you enjoy these songs I'm about to play." You said as you clicked the instrumental version of the song you chose, on the tablet.

Going back to the corner where I first saw you

Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move

Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand

Saying, "If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?"

(Italics are flashbacks)

Three days after Natasha broke up with you, you decided to drive to a park where you two always went on. You sat on the exact bench where you asked her to be your girlfriend. Not a lot of people walked by, it was a slightly secluded area.

You stared at the lake in front of you, watching as the ducks you always used to feed with Natasha swim towards you. One duck in particular, the one you named Nibbles, the one you considered your child, approached you and stood on your foot.

You smiled sadly at him, caressing his fluffy head.

"Hi, Nibbles. Your mama isn't here, I'm sorry. We won't show up together anymore, buddy. I still promise to visit, okay?"

People were giving you weird looks but you didn't care. You just gave the duck a piece of bread that he dipped in the lake before waddling back to you so he could eat it beside you.

And how can I move on when I'm still in love with you?

You met those green eyes while singing the particular line. You couldn't read it, it had too many emotions for you to decipher. You saw her smile faltered though. You gave her a small bittersweet smile as everyone around you was singing along to the song and nodding their heads to the beat.

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me

And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be

"Where the fuck is Y/N, Wanda?" Natasha asked, barging in the younger redhead's room.

Wanda's head snapped to her door. She saw Natasha was holding the letter you left in her room over and over again, memorizing every sentence. A few tears escaped, but she immediately wiped them away. She saw how the 'Love Always, Y/N.' was smudged, like it got wet from a teardrop.

"What do you mean, Natasha? I thought you knew she left. She's gone, Nat. She left for a no-contact mission, even Fury doesn't know when she'll be back." Wanda said flatly, standing up to kick Natasha out of her room.

"Why'd you care anyways? Miss her?" Wanda said sarcastically with an eye roll.

"She didn't tell me." Natasha murmured, stepping out of the room.

"Why would she? You broke up with her, remember?" With that, Wanda closed the door to her room, making sure to lock it.

Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet

And you'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

You walked around the park, even walking the streets where you two would 'window shop' but you end up buying her everything she looks at. Your feet stopped when you saw the familiar ice cream parlor on the corner of the street.

You remember taking her there on your first half-anniversary, right after you two finished a mission. The mission was rough, it didn't physically hurt any of you but it did take a toll on your mental states. You wanted to cheer her up and distract her so you made up an occasion to convince her to go eat ice cream.

Policeman says, "Son, you can't stay here"

I said, "There's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year.

Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows

If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go"

Your eyes met Steve's and he gave you a small smile. He remembers it too.

It was your first winter without Natasha. You were sitting on a swing in the park right in front of the compound. No one else was there except you cause it was cold and snowing really hard.

You felt someone sit on the swing beside you. It was Steve. He gave you a small comforting smile, nodding his head to greet you.

"You can't stay here all night, Y/N. It's cold, you should come in." He said in a low voice, trying to stay as casual as possible.

"I'm fine." You said, giving him an unconvincing smile.

"You're still waiting for her?" He asked. You looked at him but he was staring ahead.

You nodded timidly. "Always."

There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world

"You're my world, Natasha." You murmured into her hair. You were cuddling in bed, her head on your chest.

She looked up at you, her ethereal green eyes staring up at you, filled with adoration. She smiled, that same smile that never fails to make your heart flutter no matter how many times you've seen it.

"I love you, детка." She whispered as you leaned down to press a soft kiss on her lips.

"I love you more, my Natalia."

Going back to the corner where I first saw you

Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move

When the last note ended, some were clapping, some were silent and looking at you in worry. You furrowed your brows, realizing a tear was currently rolling down your cheek.

You saw Clint giving you two thumbs up while Wanda was smiling sadly at you. You tried looking for your redhead, but you couldn't see her anywhere. Even Bucky wasn't there.

You bit your lower lip, trying to control your emotions. Did they leave together? Were they currently having the time of their life in Natasha's bedroom? Did Natasha bring Bucky to the rooftop like you two used to? Why did she leave?

You sighed and decided that you're going to take her absence as an answer to all your questions.

She moved on.

[waltermis]

Too?

*Y/N trying to throw everyone off her scent about the fact that she's married*

Y/N *sigh*: I'm never gonna get married.

Clint: I used to think that too, but now I’m married to my best friend.

Y/N *gasp*: YOU MARRIED NATASHA TOO?!

Clint: NO! Laura!!

Clint: Wait what?!