#Clintasha advent 2024

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Last advent fic, which brings us to twelve. I had hoped for more, but glad to have even got these. <3 I’ll get round to the comments - but for those that have thank you so much for them and coming along for the ride.

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“It’s Christmas, Nat,” Tony hovers, his faceplate off, even though the rest of the suit is on.

“Why are you out here?”

Natasha looks back into the room where the rest of the avengers and the rag tag group of everyone else looks in various stages of sleepiness.

“Why are you out here?”

She tries to deflect the question. She didn’t see him leave or even don the iron man suit. The night is almost time to say it’s morning and she loves that Christmas has been, despite its hiccups, a good day.

Tony holds her gaze.

He knows if he waits long enough, she’ll say something.

She hates that he knows that about her.

His repulsers are loud in the night, the sound of them burning to hold him afloat feels louder that everyone is sleepy and she tells him as such.

For once, he doesn’t take the bait.

She knows he’s dying to tell her that it’s not as loud as it once was, or that it isn’t actually fuel that is burning but the elements of something or other.

But he doesn’t.

She must seem more melancholy that she feels.

Natasha looks at him.

Tony sets himself down.

The suit opens and he steps out, then sits next to her.

The edge of the building seems a good as place as any, the danger of falling off doesn’t seem like much when, just the week before she’d fallen off a much higher building and managed to swing across to an open window to save herself the drop.

Clint had net arrows.

Steve jumped from buildings, and Tony could fly.

She was okay despite what had happened.

Tony moves an inch closer.

So uncharacteristically quiet, she feels the need to break the silence.

“Been working on this with the therapist?”

He gives her a look.

“You’ve been hacking files?”

She smirks.

“That’s your deal, isn’t it?”

He smirks back.

The silence this time is comfortable, but still he waits.

“Have you ever made a decision that you don’t want to?”

Her voice is quiet, but Tony is listening.

His stomach drops at the implication of her words.

“What.. Do you mean?”

She smiles easily, and he knows it’s fake.

“Never mind.”

Natasha stands, holds out her hand and helps him up.

The suit stands idle, and she motions to it.

“What about him?”

Tony looks.

“Sentry mode,” he commands.

“He’ll keep watch,” he assures.

Natasha leads the way back to the party.

“Nat, wait,” Tony calls, just as she’s about to step through the threshold to where everyone else is chatting, the television is playing quietly.

To her credit, she does, allows him to catch up, and then, uncharacteristically hugs him.

“Don’t worry about me,” she whispers in his ear.

“I just have to set some things right.”

Tony holds on a little tighter.

“Don’t go alone,” he whispers back.

Natasha parts from his embrace, and gives him a knowing look.

Then, puts a hand to her lips, and heads to where Clint is standing at the bar.

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Ohh oh! For the advent thing! Maybe 2 for Tony x Nat friendship cause im a sucker for them both? 👉👈

Hey anon! Thanks for your prompt - you were first to ask, so you get one of my favourite headcannons.

Thanks for sending in the ask <3 I hope this is something like you wanted.

(2/ a casual touch on the shoulder to acknowledge them)

Tony gives Natasha a look.

He’s so tired, and he can see that she is too.

Maria is still missing.

Clint, out with Steve and Bruce and they were left alone to coordinate efforts on the ground.

“We need a break,” he announces.

She looks to the computer, the searching of cctv footage to find a clue, anything to find Maria’s last movements in Wales.

Out of all places, she thought this would be easier.

“Come on,” he prompts, opening the door.

He leads the way to the elevator, and she dutifully follows, too tired to argue.

“We will find her,” Tony states, the elevator moving up.

He slides down and sits on the floor. Natasha looks down at him.

“What are you doing?” she asks, curiously.

“Sitting.”

The obvious answer.

“Why?”

“Because we need to. Now sit, Natasha.”

She does, because she doesn’t know what else to do.

The elevator seems to go on forever, but really the elevator is so smooth that the movement isn’t discernible, its movement, but it’s regulating.

It’s a break.

Tony yawns and it spurs Natasha’s reflex to do the same.

“We’ll find her,” he repeats, his eyes closing.

“Yeah,” Natasha replies, giving into sleep, her head lulling.

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It’s where Clint and Steve find them, asleep in the elevator, with Natasha’s head on Tony’s shoulder.

Clint already has his camera out, taking a photo.

Steve steps over the threshold, touching Natasha’s shoulder gently, as she wakes immediately.

“Any news?” she asks.

Clint smiles.

“Wake Tony, we found her.”

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3 - Ofc have to ask for this one. LOVE the forehead touch. Clint/Nat

🎄 Clintasha Advent! 24 days of gift giving - feel free to prompt here. 🎄

Ofc we had to start with this!

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“Nat.”

“No.”

“Hey.”

He watches her swallow.

“Come here,” he tells her softly.

“I can’t. I’m…”

“Don’t say broken, because if you do, I’ll have to tell you all the ways you are wrong.”

She sighs, a heavy breath.

“You’re not. You’re having a tough time.”

She hazards a look at him, and he smiles, even though it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I’m…”

“Nah, you don’t get to say you’re sorry.”

He takes her hand and kisses her fingers and bruised knuckles gently. Bringing it up to his cheek, he lays his head in her hand.

“See? Not for hurting. Your hands are for helping.”

She swallows again, and he closes the distance.

“Hey.”

The soft forehead touch is enough to break her as the tears well and she presses against his head harder.

He takes it as a sign and pulls her into a hug, before she buries her head into his neck.

“You’re okay,” he assures. “We’re okay.”

He feels the little nod against him, and he hugs her a little harder, the clock now reading 3.47am and porch light of the cabin turns off around them, leaving them bathed in the light of the stars.

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(Supposed to be a Drabble but went over. Sorry not sorry <3 mistakes my own, written straight into tumblr)

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9. Pressing their face into the other’s neck, hiding from the world

Clint and Nat

@adorationamy and @agentsofpuppies both asked for #9. So two short drabbles for day 6 and 7 and yes I know how off I am in days. Maybe I’ll catch up or maybe we will keep running until we have 24 gifts.

And yes - that’s 3 asks for the same prompt :) <3 haha we all love some buried faces from the world huh?

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The explosion is bigger than Natasha thought. Heat warms her face, as she stands by Clint.

“And that’s the end of…”

But the words get caught as a second explosion gets triggered.

“Shit,” he breathes, Natasha hiding her face in his neck as he squints against the blast.

“What…”

“Shit!”

A third explosion and the world and aftershock reach them.

“Run,” Natasha coughs, taking off and dragging Clint behind her.

“I don’t understand!”

His words are lost to the wind, as they run through the forest.

Sirens, dogs barking and men shouting all the cacophony of sounds as the make their way back to the car.

“I don’t know!” Natasha calls back, “we only set enough C4 for the first.”

“I know!”

She trips on a tree root, and Clint grabs her by the arm pit.

“No time to fall!”

The dogs feel hot on their heels, as they reach the car, barking louder, moving through the scrub.

“Go! Go!”

Clint reverses, then guns the car faster.

“They’re gonna be shitty,” he groans, looking at the sat phone as Natasha calls Coulson.

“They’re gonna want answers that we don’t have.”

“Well, we need exfil, so they’re just gonna have to wait.”

Clint finds the path they came down, and Natasha swallows hard.

“Calling now,” she sighs.

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3am, Clint squints and sighs.

Natasha’s absent from the bed again.

The nightmares, the time of year, both weren’t kind.

He pads out of the room to find her sitting by the lights of the Christmas tree.

“Come back to bed,” he whispers loudly.

“I feel like I’m losing time,” Natasha replies.

It’s too early for Clint to give a coherent, thought out answer.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m wasting the life they gave me.”

Clint needs coffee.

Her words don’t make sense.

3am words rarely do.

“You’re losing me.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

She stands, and moves closer to him.

“It matters,” he assures, “I just need more… context.”

Wrong words, he chastises himself.

She shakes her head.

“It’s late.”

“Early,” he half smiles.

She takes his hand and leads the way back, the hallway half lit by the glowing lights of the tree.

They climb into bed and he feels he needs to ask, at least once more, just to probe.

Laying his head on her chest, he burrows into her neck, her hands coming up to the hair on his neck.

“Tell me what you mean,” he prompts, eyes closed, breathing her in.

She smells of sweat and her shampoo, tell tale signs of a bad night.

“It’s okay,” she whispers, “you can sleep.”

He wishes he wasn’t tired, to stay up with her, but nestled in, the sound of her heart and the familiarity of her close, Clint drifts to sleep.

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9- Pressing their face into the other's neck, hiding from the world Clint/Nat, with Clint doing the hiding

@broken--bow - we can get to the angst soon. For now we needed a little reprieve. I hope this is okay!! Also - no coffee for you!

(@natandwandaseries thank you for the ask - definitely not too late! I’ll take asks (even if not on the list right up to the 24th <3 thank you for sending one in!)

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His head burrows deeper into her neck, taking in her scent.

Uncannily, she seems to smell like gunpowder and roses all together and not at all.

He sighs at the comfort of it, the familiarity.

“Are you okay?” she whispers softly, holding him and half hugging him to her chest.

“Better,” he sighs again, breathing deeply.

“I should have blindfolded you.”

Clint smirks.

“Kinky.”

He almost feels her roll her eyes.

“I tell you, to close your eyes and instead, you decide to bury your head in my neck, to hide from the world?”

“Yes,” he mumbles, still hiding, awaiting for her to tell him it’s okay to look.

She twists back, kissing his cheek.

“You ready?”

Clint shrugs.

“I like it here.”

She kisses him again and he catches her lip.

“It’s not been the best week, has it?”

Clint burrows back in.

“Just let me stay here.”

Laughing, she kisses his cheek, then his lips, drawing him back out.

“Let me show you?”

He turns around and sees a small package wrapped on the table, the glow of the Christmas tree around it.

“Do you remember, the tiny town in Costa Rica where we both had the best coffee of our lives?”

Clint nods.

“Pepper was there, and got us some.”

Clint reaches forward, hesitating he looks to Natasha.

“Yeah; open it,” she encourages.

He does, and grins looking at it.

“I know it doesn’t make the week better, but…”

“Small joys,” he finishes.

“Small joys,” Natasha nods.

He kisses her cheek.

“Thank you.”

He hugs her and buries his face back into her.

She returns it, and lets him stay put, their own space safe from horrors outside.

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17 - hand rubbing together to warm them up Another one I like for Nat & Tony, and I could see this one going either way for who has the cold hands

This one is being written straight into tumblr as it’s easier. So here’s hoping that it doesn’t shit itself!

I know I said 24 but may just do one or two more, and do 12 days of Christmas. The time has snuck up and it’s become a bit too much. Forgive me. We may do some in Jan for the new year though so keep an eye out for those.

Day 10 (I think) 🎄

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She expects Clint at the double doors, meeting her outside, instead it’s Tony.

She pulls the silk shawl tighter around her, regarding him with a look.

It’s cold, and he seems to notice despite the copious amount of alcohol he’s consumed.

“Come back inside?” he asks, his voice quieter than she expects.

“I will.”

Natasha looks out to the skyline, the bright array of lights highlighting the vastness of the city.

“I just… need a moment.”

“Is it too loud?”

Tony is insightful, for all his blustering and loudness, he notices. She knows this about him, but still, it surprises her.

“Yeah,” she replies, “it’s loud out here too, but in a different way.”

As if on cue, a helicopter circles, and she sighs.

“Sometimes I miss the mountains. Russia, was not great for me, but the scenery? Sometimes I dream of it.”

Tony takes a step back at the confession, and then, seemingly taking courage from it, takes two steps forward.

She shivers at the closeness, and forces herself to relax, dropping her hands down.

Tony takes her hand, cold meeting warm.

“I know a place with mountains,” he says conversationally, like he hasn’t just changed the lines of friendship.

“We can go sometime,” he offers.

She squeezes his hand and lets it go, the warmth still permeating through hers.

“I’d like that,” she replies, standing side by side with him.

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Advent prompts

#18

Clintasha

“A firm hand grabbing the others elbow.”

🎄 advent day 2 🎄 24 days of gift giving

(There is a prompt list but feel free to prompt whatever <3 thanks for the prompt @oceanspirit9 may your day be a good one )

“Sit,” he tells her, guiding her firmly by the elbow to the chair on her left.

“I don’t like this,” she replies.

“I know just trust me.”

Natasha grumbles a response.

The blindfold she wears, had taken him a solid five minutes to convince her to wear.

Clint grins.

“Are you ready?”

Natasha doesn’t respond.

Curls frame her face and Clint take a minute to admire her beauty.

He stands in front of her and kisses her forehead, then moves to the side.

“Happy Birthday, Nat,” he smiles, the cake he made for her next to a little flat box.

“You made me a cake?”

He knew she’d would be more impressed by the cake than the present, the handmade gifts always feeling more for her.

“Open the box!”

His excitement seems to rub off on her and she opens it carefully to find a pair of hand carved birds inside.

“Did you make this?” she whispers, handing them gently and admiring the carving.

“Yeah! Steve showed me, and then Tony had some input.”

He watches her face fall a little, and he continues quickly.

“They think it’s a Christmas gift. No one knows, I swear.”

She nods, her mood picking up again, as she holds the birds and puts them onto the table.

Standing to hug him, he can feel the gratitude through it.

She kisses his cheek.

“Thank you.”

“Happy birthday, Nat,” he says again, hoping that she feels that at least one day of the year isn’t all bad.

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1 - Softly getting hold of the other's hand, afraid to make a mistake This one reads Tony & Nat to me, how he perhaps lacks confidence, unsure how to best support her at times but tries all the same

“Well, he should just fucking be here.”

Tony looks at Natasha’s body, still as can be, on the hospital bed.

Steve stands at the door, as if afraid.

“You won’t hurt her, you know?”

Tony takes her hand, slowly, bringing it up just a little so part of her is closer to him.

“The doctor said the more we talk to her, the more likely it is that she’ll come out of it quicker. I recorded a book on tape, so she could hear my voice when I can’t be here, but you’re here now, so you can help.”

The words come out fast, but Tony’s movements are slow.

Steve steps forward.

“He should be here,” Tony grumbles, but not as aggressively this time.

“He’d be here if he could,” Steve says unhelpfully, taking another step forward.

“He’d do more, he’d help her her out, make snap out of… this.”

“You’re doing enough,” Steve assures and Tony goes quiet.

“She’s going to be okay.”

Tony says it with such conviction that Steve takes Natasha’s other hand, settling in the chair that Pepper vacated hours before.

Steve threads his fingers into hers, and mirrors Tony.

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Whumptober 2023 Masterlist - AO3 - The Language of Flowers and Silent Things

Whumptober 2022 Masterlist - AO3 - Leave Everything But Your Bones Behind

Whumptober 2021 Masterlist - AO3 (Survival Guide) (The Way Home) (For here what is, what is must be)

Whumptober 2020 Masterlist - Rescue Me

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Marching On - Avengers (2012) - AO3

different names for the same thing (part 1)

different names for the same thing (part 2)

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Completed Series (How Natasha came to Shield)

Travel Through The Shadows With Me :

https://youtu.be/0pgyrD236wM (video for the series by a very talented friend)

Part 1: Summon Your Courage (Natasha & Clint)

Part 2: Invite your demons to tea (Natasha - with a side of Clint)

Part 3: Kiss the Dread

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Excavate - Moments in Time - All the drabbles and one shots that have no place anywhere else

Clintasha Advent 2021 Masterlist

Clintasha Advent 2020 Masterlist

Short Ask Game (drabble fic)

Contained

Hard Luck - Natasha x Reader (to be placed on Ao3)

Gone

Bad Things Bingo (1) (2)

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Clint/Nat

Leave everything but your bones behind (team fic/Clint/Nat implied)

The Judas Tree (Natasha & Clint/ Maria & Nat)

The Way Home (Clint/Nat)

Impenetrable (Nat/Clint)

Don’t let me fall (Clint/Nat)

Watch the sky (Clint/Nat)

Ok I believe you but my tommy gun don’t (Clint/Nat)

The Progressive and Cultural Learnings of Natasha Romanov - Ao3 (Clint/Nat)

Ten Thousand Hours (Clint/Nat)

Light Shadows (Clint/Nat)

Next Step (Clint/Nat 100 word drabble)

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Natasha & Yelena

For here what is, what is will be (Nat & Yelena)

Night Drive (Yelena & Natasha)

Forged (Natasha)

Teach me how to be at peace again (Natasha. Yelena)

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Tony & Natasha

Survival Guide (Tony & Natasha (Pepper/Tony and Clint/Nat))

Cosmic Love (Clint/Nat/ Tony & Nat)

The Way Through (Nat & Sam/ Maria & Nat)

Silver Linings (Nat & Steve & Tony/ Clint/Nat)

A Universal Truth (Nat & Tony/ Clint/Nat)

A mark, a mission, a brand, a scar (nat&tony, Nat& Steve and Clint/Nat// avengers as a team??)

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Clint/Nat/Laura

Movie Night (Clint/Nat/Laura)

First Meetings (Natasha/Laura + Clint)

Promptathon Fic (Clint/Nat/Laura)

Five Christmases (Clint/Nat/Laura/Yelena)

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Clint/Nat/Bucky / Bucky/Nat

Outrun the Night (Clint/Nat/Bucky)

Après Moi (Bucky/Nat)

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Natasha & Steve

Flicker Beats

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Wanda & Nat

Grief is a thing with fangs

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