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#clint barton fanfic
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appreciation
Clint Barton x F!Reader
Prompt: “is that my shirt?”
Summary: you borrow one of clint's shirts after a fight leaves yours ruined, and he can't help but show you just how much he likes seeing you wear it.
Warnings: smut, mdni, cock-warming, oral sex (female receiving), fluff.
Word Count: 1,616
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“You know, if SHIELD wants us to keep doing all these recon missions in plain clothes, you’ve either got to stop blowing our cover, or they’ve got to start reimbursing me for clothes,” you called out drily as you stepped out of the bathroom, flinging your ruined shirt away in disdain. An unplanned brawl had ended with your shirt torn and your jeans stained, and you’d forgone reporting in in person to make a pitstop at your partner’s apartment. He’d drawn the short straw to call it in, and you’d made liberal use of his shower while he patched himself up.
“I swear I didn’t do it on purpose,” Clint called back from the other room. “There were…”
“Honey, if you say ‘extenuating circumstances’, I’m gonna kick your ass.” you replied, grabbing a shirt out of a drawer and slipping it on over your head. Pain thrummed through your shoulder, and you grimaced but otherwise ignored it. The shirt dampened with the wet hair clinging to your neck, the hem of it skirting along the top of your thighs indecently.
“Safe to say I wasn’t, seeing as I can’t even pronounce…” Clint trailed off as he entered, a couple of fresh bandages taped over his ribs. His phone was still in his hand, the screen dark. “Is that my shirt?”
You looked down at yourself for a brief moment, nodding. “Uh, yeah? I don’t have any clothes here, and I didn’t think you’d—”
“That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
You couldn’t help a disbelieving scoff. “Seriously? I—”
The phone fell from Clint’s hand, bouncing on the carpet. He closed the distance between you, took hold of your waist and pulled you into a kiss. His hands bunched in the shirt over your waist, tugging the fabric taught against the small of your back and urging you closer to him. You whined against his lips, your own hands moving to clutch at his biceps. When you parted, Clint spoke a breath away from your lips, a surprising roughness in his voice that sent a thrill right down through the middle of you.
“Yes, seriously. Now stop arguing.”
You laughed as he pushed you gently back against the bedside table. It rattled as it hit the wall and Clint’s mouth met yours again. Wrapping your arms around his neck, your lips parted in a gasp as Clint’s mouth moved from yours to kiss the side of your throat. He lingered there teasingly; his breath hot against your neck as his fingertips trailed up the outside of your naked thighs.
Your fingers ran through his hair as he moved lower, kissing his way down over the skirt to the hem of it. You whimpered as he knelt in front of you urged your thighs apart. “Clint—”
He gave your thigh an open-mouthed kiss, his teeth teasing over the sensitive flesh as his hand journeyed up your other leg. Clint hesitated as he realized you hadn’t had the chance to put your underwear back on, sighing almost reverently. His breath made goosebumps rise on the inside of your thighs. You shivered.
“Fuck…”
“Oh, God, Clint…” you moaned as he buried his face between your legs, his tongue immediately finding your clit. You almost fell back against the bedside table, your hand grasping at the top of the bedhead to your left. Your other hand ran fingers through his hair, the answering ache in your shoulder worth the way he groaned into your cunt. His arms wrapped tightly around your thighs, grabbing at the flesh of them holding you in place under his tongue.
The edge of the wood bit into the back of your thighs, and Clint pushed them further apart. You obliged by sitting on the table, planting one foot on the mattress beside you. Clint rewarded you by sliding a finger into you, his eyes meetings yours from between your thighs.
Fuck, he was good at this. He seemed to truly relish it, and the feel of his bare shoulders pressing up against your thighs, forcing them to stay spread wide, made you shudder. You arched further into his touch with a moan as he reached up to squeeze your breast through his shirt.
Bucking under his tongue, your shoulders falling back against the wall, you heard his too-old alarm clock crack dully against the carpet. Your eyes rolled back behind closed lids, and when you came it was with a drawn-out moan of his name, your thighs quivering on either side of his head.
Before you could even catch your breath Clint rose, a pained grunt quietly leaving him as he pressed a hand to the bandages on his side. Still, he didn’t hesitate to kiss you again, his erection pressing against your stomach as he leaned into you. You shuddered as the fingers of his other hand continued to tease against your clit slowly.
Palming him through his sweats, you smiled as Clint groaned against your mouth, and he broke away to press his forehead against yours. Standing on shaking legs, you gently forced him to turn so you could urge him back onto the bed. Clint snickered as his back met the mattress obediently, but the sound died in his throat as he watched you move to straddle his lap slowly, the shirt riding up on your thighs.
You tugged his sweats down to his mid-thighs, tracing your nails up along his sensitive skin. Clint’s head fell back against the bed as you lowered yourself against him, mindful of his injury.
“So, I got all that just for borrowing a shirt?” you asked, grinding yourself slowly against the length of his cock.
Clint’s hands found your legs, sliding up along them take hold of your hips. “Oh, you’re keeping the shirt.”
You giggled, leaning down and bracing yourself on your good arm to kiss him again. Clint wrapped his arms around your middle, hand slipping up under the soft fabric to spread over your lower back. “And just like that, step one of my evil plan is complete.”
Clint smiled, his nose bumping affectionately against yours. “And what’s the endgame here, mastermind?”
You kissed the underside of his jaw. “I’m going to keep on stealing your clothes until you’re left butt-ass naked and at my mercy.”
Clint chuckled, cupping your cheek and bringing your mouth back to his. He kissed you slowly and long, another wave of delicious giddiness swirling in your belly.
“Downright devious,” he mumbled with a smile against your lips, the words melting into a deep, heady moan as the next slow roll of your hips over his pressed the head of his cock into you. Your eyes closed as you lowered yourself further onto him. His lips caught yours again, moving to your chin, the underside of your jaw, the base of your throat. Clint cursed breathlessly as you began to fuck yourself lazily on his cock. “Shit, baby…”
His hands moved to your backside, massaging the flesh, pressing your body tighter against his. Clint’s lips dusted over your jaw, cheek, and your forehead, your nose crinkling as his lips brushed lightly along the tip of it. The light filtering through the blinds cast his skin in a warm glow, his eyes alight with an affection that warmed the very core of you.
The way he looked at you… the heat in his eyes mixing the way he filled you… the both of them sent a dizzying high dancing up your spine. You barely moved, the two of you near-breathless just from the feeling of him inside you. You lay your head on his chest, basking in the warmth of his embrace and the sun. The next words left you unwillingly. “…Exactly how soon do they expect us to report in?”
Clint groaned softly, his hand sliding up your back. “I was hoping you weren’t going to ask me that.”
You pouted, turning your head to rest your chin on his chest. “That soon, huh?”
You whimpered as Clint pushed his hips up into yours, agonizingly slow. His hand moved into your hair, fisting in the locks as he pulled you into another kiss. This was deeper than the brief, affectionate brushes of his lips, hungrier. More passionate. You moaned into it.
“We’ve got time,” he told you softly, groaning into another kiss as you began to roll your hips against his again. You fucked him slow, steadily, your body tingling wherever it met his. Clint slipped a hand between you, and your eyes rolled back, closing as he touched two fingers to your clit.
“Fuck…”
“Uh, uh, sugar,” he murmured, his other hand cupping your cheek. “Eyes open for me.”
You cursed again, too focused on the building sensation in your core to respond.
“C’mon, baby, please,” he urged, his voice torn with desire and his own steadily approaching release. After teasing each other, after just feeling you squeezing around him, he was too far gone already. “Look at me.”
You forced your eyes open dazedly, lips parting as you hovered inches over him. Clint’s breath tickled your lips, his hands tightening on your hips before you both came, your body shaking over his.
“Damn…” you sighed, letting your head fall back against his chest. Clint chuckled breathlessly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. His arms encircled your waist again, fingers linking together loosely.
“You can say that again.”
“Damn.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Clint snickered, shaking his head against the mattress. “I meant what I said about you keeping the shirt.”
“Good,” you replied with a smile. “Because there is no way I am ever going to give it back now.”
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irishhappiness · 1 year
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Three years later
Summary : Tony invite you to a party, three years after you left the compound.
Pairing : Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Word Count : 1956
Warnings : Nothing, just fluff, kind of ?
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It has been three years since you walked out of the compound. You left without looking back, telling everybody that one day you will be back but you didn't know when. You needed time for you. Time to find what you wanted and not feel oppressed all the time by a new threat. You were tired to feel like you were about to die or that the people that you cared the most about will not return with you. What you all thought will be a few months became a year, then two, then three. Coming back was a big step. You didn't know how people will react. Tony told you that they were all missing you but time has passed. Won't they resent you for leaving them and specially not call or write ?
You walked through the doors. You opted for a red dress going under you knees and flat shoes. You were never good with heels and didn't want to fall. You didn't want to drow atrention to you. You gave your coat to the man at the door. Your hands shook a little bit. You started to realise what you were doing. You should have never come back. You decided to go for a drink before finding someone that you knew. When you walked to the bar, you met Clint’s eyes first. He smiled at you before standing up, following by the red head that was once your best friend. Clint always has been someone that you go to for advise. He was always the more calm and grounded of everybody. You become friends quickly, trusting him with your life. The three of you come to meet each other. You hugged for a long time. Natasha didn't want to let you go.
"You never do that again or I will come and bring your ass right here."
"I missed you too."
You smiled at her. She brought you next to her, keeping you close. Her hand never leaving your shoulder. You knew that it was her way to show that she missed you. She never was a hugger but when your friendship evolved, she realised that it made you feel better. Today, was her way to show you that she never forgot.
Tony saw you from far away. He looked in your direction as soon as you arrived. The red dress caught his eyes. It was a simple one thought but he still saw you like always. You were often fighting for your ideas and vision but also always knew that you will always be there for each other if needed. Now that he gave you time with the Widow and the Archer, he came to join you. He told you how beautiful your were and how he was happy that you came. When he proposed to you to join them tonight for a celebration, he didn't really expected you to show. He thought that you were finished with the Avengers. You never tried to reach to them. He knew that you needed time but never expected to be so long. He missed your banter. The four of you talked for a long time before you saw him. You only saw his back but you knew it was him.
You heard his laugh and hers. You weren't surprised that they were together. Steve and Sharon always made a good team. You were never jealous of their friendship. However, it made sense that he chose her. After three years, he had to move on. She saw you and nudged her head to Steve. He turned and looked at you. He smiled, really smiled. He didn't seem angry. He never was actually. He understood why you needed to leave and find yourself. He was just hurt that you never asked him to join you. He would have move mountains for you. He still would.
“Excuse me. There is someone I need to talk to."
They looked in the direction of your eyes. They were not surprised to see who you were talking about. Sharon left before you joined Steve. She knew you had to talk.
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Steve took you in his arms. He didn't let go of you. He needed to be sure that you weren't a manifestation of his imagination. When you left, he was seeing you everywhere. He was also hearing your voice. How many time did he went to a room thinking that he heard you laugh ? It was too many to count. Today was different. He could feel your body against his. His heart was bearing faster while he hugged you tight. You did the same. You hugged him the tightest that you could. You took his scent. You missed him so much. You missed him the most.
You finally let go of him but your hands found each other. It was an old habit. When Tony was throwing parties, you always kept each other close. You knew that a lot of women wanted him which he always knew made you feel insecure. You had nothing to be afraid of but you were. So one time he took your hand and it had been your code ever since. It was his way of saying that he will always be yours.
“Hi. How are you?“
“Hi, I am fine thank you. And you? You look handsome like always.“
Well, handsome was not entirely correct. He looked amazing and so sexy. More than usual, more that he ever did. The beard that he grow and his longer hair made you want to take him right now. You had to control yourself for not throwing yourself at him.
“Thank you. You look amazing. You always do. I am fine too.“
You blushed at his compliment. You could see that he was genuine as always.
You talked for a long time. It felt like two minutes but you knew it was longer than that. You were at your third cocktail and Steve was at his five whiskey. Sometimes, you envied his inability to get drunk.
You were talking like no time has passed. You always felt it easy to speak to him. He always listened and was always honest with you. You always did the same for him. This is why you quickly needed more than his friendship. You took the first step which throw him off. He hasn’t use to someone wanted to be with him and even less to do the first step. He remembered girls trying to hook up with him in the 40s after the serum because of the way he looked. You however, he could see that he was more than that. It was the way you were connected to each other. You needed to be with him.
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After a long time, your eyes caught Sharon’s. She was ordering another drink and looked in your direction. You thought that she would be angry for taking her boyfriend away from her for so long but she wasn’t. She seemed happy that you were talking which you found strange. You look back at Steve.
"I am happy for you and Sharon. She seems to make you really happy."
He looked at you. You knew that look. The soft look that he always gave you when you had something wrong figured out and that he was happy to correct you. It was never in a bad way or to feel superior. He wasn't like this. He just wanted to give you the right facts.
"I am not with Sharon. Well, we dated a year ago for a while but we both realised that I wasn't over you so we stayed friends."
You looked at him surprised. He wasn’t with her ? She was so perfect for him. However, your mind kept coming back to what he said. He wasn’t over you ? Ok, the Steve one year ago wasn’t. You didn’t expect it to still be the case.
"Oh. Are you over me now?"
He looked at you with soft eyes. The kind that made you fall in love with him. The ocean blue was making your dream that everything was possible with him.
"I will never be. They say that you never get over your first love."
"But you loved Peggy. I never was your first."
"I thought I loved her but it wasn't the case. After you left, I realised that I never felt like this before. I couldn't go out of bed for days. Peggy was more a fantasy, probably because she was the first girl to really speak to me. But you, you weren't a fantasy, you were real. I could speak to you every day, talked to you about my hopes, my insecurities, my dreams, how I felt. I could touch you, kiss you and hug you. You were my dream come true. "
You looked at him. You felt guilty. You had to tell him.
"I am sorry."
"For what?"
"For leaving."
"Don't be. You needed this. I prefer to know that you left because you needed to find you that because you stopped loving me and for us to fight all the time."
"I could have never fight you."
"Resentment make you do things."
"I could never resent you. You are the best man I ever knew. You always made me feel secure and loved. You are my dream come true too. I was just tired of being scared all the time. Scared to lose you, any of you. I was tired to fight. It felt like it will never stopped. I just wanted peace."
He touched your cheek and you tilt your head to rest on his hand. You always loved his soft touches. The feeling of his fingers against your skin. You looked at each other.
“You could have told me. I will have tried to make things better for you."
"The fear will have never left me. Not that it ever really did. When they say out of sight, out of mind, they lie. But the pain was a bit easier when I was focusing on something else."
"I just wish you asked me to come with you."
"You wouldn't have and I didn't want to hear you say that you couldn't come with me. The duty of Captain America is too important for you."
"You always have been more important for me than being Captain America. I would have I quit everything for you."
"And resent me later?"
"Never. If you can’t ever resent me, how could I?"
You kissed the palm of his hand, moving your hand to meet his before interlacing your fingers. Your grabbed his shirt, pulling him against you. You looked in his eyes, searching for any negative sign. Seeing nothing, you kissed him. He placed his hand at the bottom of your back, pulling you even closer. He deepens the kiss until you both need to breath.
"I love you."
"I love you too. Come back to me."
"I never really left. I was always yours and yours alone."
You kissed him again. You heard clapping and whistles but you didn’t care. Only once you stopped again that you turned to see who did it. Of course it was your friends. You both didn’t realized that people left for a while now. The only ones staying were the family that you found when you first came to the compound. You pressed yourself a bit more against his chest. He kept you in his arms, knowing perfectly that you were being watched. Both of you knew that you had to talk more. Three years is a long time but you also knew that you needed each other. You never stopped loving him and never will.
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Kinktober Day 10- Drunk Sex
Clint Barton x fem!reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count- 1.2k
Warnings- smut (18+ only), reader wears a dress, pining, clumsy sex
Notes- I always imagine comic book Clint whenever I write him, and writing silly drunken sex with him was a lot of fun! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen​!
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You and Clint giggled into each other as you kissed sloppily and stumbled together down the hallway. Alcohol coursed through both your systems after another one of Tony’s parties where you both indulged a little too much. But, it was fine, you trusted Clint to still take care of you even when you were less than sober. And Clint still had enough of his wits about him to guide you home.. Especially after you both shared a look across the room…
All it took was one look, one glimmer in your eye and Clint dropped everything and made his way to your side. You were unsteady on your feet, but you still knew exactly what you wanted: him. You bit your lip as you scanned him up and down, admiring the way he looked when he dressed up a little.
And Clint thought the same about you in that dress you wore, so he leaned in close and murmured in your ear, “Wanna get out of here?”
“Yes,” you breathed.
That was how you found yourself pinned against the doorway of Clint’s apartment, your lips desperately chasing his in a heated kiss. While your tongues tangled together in a clumsy dance, he reached into his pocket for his keys. Inebriated by the alcohol, Clint had a harder time than usual finding his keys.
“Damn keys,” he cursed under his breath. 
You laughed against his lips, “Having trouble, Barton?” you teased.
He growled as he dug into his pocket deeper until he found what he was looking for, “Got it!” he exclaimed cheerfully.
“Good boy,” you smirked, and the fiery look he gave you made you clench your thighs together.
In a flash, you found yourself in his apartment, on your back, with him on top of you. But you weren’t going to complain at all. You welcomed him into your space and pulled Clint down by the collar of his shirt for another heated kiss. You moaned into his mouth as you savored a mix of liquor and his own taste on your tongue while you hastily unbuttoned his shirt.
“Fuck,” you hissed under your breath as you had trouble removing his shirt.
“Not so easy now is it?” Clint teased you right back.
You gritted your teeth together and finally ripped open his shirt. His eyes went wide as buttons flew everywhere and suddenly his chest was exposed. Both of you stayed still for a moment as you realized that in your drunken haste, you just destroyed what was most likely Clint’s nicest shirt. You gasped as you opened your mouth to apologize, but he stopped you.
“That was so fucking hot,” he murmured before he took your lips again, this time even more desperately. 
He swallowed the moan you let out as his hands dipped underneath your dress and grinned against you when you bucked your hips into his touch. Clint rolled up your dress to expose your panties and he broke away from the kiss for a moment to admire you underneath him. Under your dress, you wore thigh highs and the sexiest panties Clint had ever seen. And paired with the glazed over look on your face, Clint felt his cock twitch in his pants. 
“Clint… Please…” you begged as your mind swam. The room felt like it was spinning, but in the best way possible.
Before he continued, something in his brain caught up with him, and Clint cupped your face before he asked, “Are you sure? You haven’t had too much to drink?”
You let out a deep breath as you stared into his eyes, “You know Tony always has the strongest booze… But I’m sure. I’m totally sure,” you bucked your hips against his as both of you let out soft moans, “Please Clint.”
He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the way you begged for him, but Clint couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He whispered your name before he captured your lips once more and fumbled with the zipper of his pants. You clawed at his back as you pushed his open shirt off his shoulders while he freed his cock.
You broke away from the kiss for a moment to admire him above you, and the sight took your breath away. Clint stocked himself as his cheeks glowed red and sweat lined his brow. He looked down at you with the same admiration that you held in your eyes, and both of you instantly knew that it wasn’t just the alcohol that fueled your passions.
“Fuck me, Barton,” you purred as you reached for him and parted your legs more.
He exhaled sharply as a smirk graced his face. As Clint’s vision momentarily blurred, he hooked his fingers on your panties and pulled them aside, and he groaned when he saw how wet you were.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed in.
Matched gasps from both of you escaped your lips as Clint slid his cock into your pussy. You threw your head back and wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he stretched you out inch by inch. Curses and moans filled the room as Clint filled you. 
Too needy for more, Clint couldn’t hold back and he immediately pounded into you with everything he had. You screamed in pleasure as your mind swam in the bliss that was his cock and the alcohol that ran through your system. It made you more aware, more sensitive, but it also added to the sensations of him fucking you, and it drove you absolutely wild.
He grunted as he thrust into you over and over again, clinging to you just as much as you clung to him. Clint moaned your name as the room continued to spin while he fucked you, but he didn’t care. It felt like the entire world was out of focus except for you, and at that moment, you were all that mattered to Clint anyway. He snaked a hand between your bodies to rub at your clit, and he growled when you let out a loud scream.
“Clint… Fuck… I’m…”
“Me too…” he groaned as he pumped himself into you harder and faster.
It took just a few more thrusts of his cock for you both to fall apart at the same time. Screams and grunts and groans filled the room as you and Clint came together. Neither of you had felt pleasure like that before, and you were both so lost in each other that neither of you noticed that you were slipping off the couch.
Just as you both reached your highs, you both suddenly came crashing down as you and Clint slid off the couch and crashed onto the floor. Clint wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close as you both hit the ground hard.
“Awww floor,” Clint grumbled before he snapped to your attention, “Hey, hey, are you ok?” he asked with worry.
But he immediately relaxed when you burst out into laughter, “Perfectly fuckin fine,” you replied as you nuzzled into him.
Clint joined your laughter and held you close. He was sure he would feel these aches tomorrow when he was sober, but for now he just wanted to keep you against him. And you were perfectly content to stay in his arms on the floor just the way you were.
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chaos-and-ink · 2 months
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! 💞
I haven't written five fics but uhm, here's my top three (my only three) 😭
As Stable As Water Coming in first, we have ASAW. It's a high school slow burn Stucky fanfic that focusses on Bucky's struggle with Bipolar Disorder, being gay, and his shitty boyfriend Brock Rumlow along with the looming stress of college in the distance. Summary: It’s the summer before his senior year and Bucky’s relationship with his boyfriend, Brock Rumlow, and his mental health are both spiraling out of his control. It doesn’t help that college is looming in the distance and his family is getting more and more concerned for him. Bucky is convinced his mind is careening downhill and nobody can save him. But in the midst of his internal storm, Steve Rogers moves into the neighborhood and the two of them click immediately. Maybe Bucky isn’t quite as alone as he once thought.
You Watched Me Burn My most popular one, a story on Bucky's life as a tattoo apprentice and his abusive boyfriend and boss, Brock Rumlow. Also a slow burn Stucky fanfic, this one is my longest and most supported fanfic so far. Summary: Bucky knows Brock may not seem like the best boyfriend or mentor, but he’s the best Bucky deserves. Brock cares about him. Their love hurts because their love is real. Brock didn’t have to take Bucky under his wing as a tattoo apprentice. And he certainly didn’t have to agree to date him. But he did. Because he cares. And Bucky will cling to whatever scraps of love he can get from the man. Falling Upwards A short one-shot fanfic about Clint Barton's first manic episode. It includes in depth descriptions of how his symptoms spiral out of control and how psychosis and hallucinations affect him. Summary: Clint’s mind buzzed as he went to work. He turned on music to drone out the voices calling his name. And then he closed the windows to avoid the faces that stared at him. They weren’t real. They were just his mind playing tricks on him. Trying to keep him from being productive. It was just his hyperactive imagination.
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vilentia · 10 months
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Two Worlds Embrace
Clint Barton x reader
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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the tranquil scene as you sat on the porch swing, gently swaying back and forth. Clint Barton, the man you loved, joined you, his eyes reflecting the fading light. You had been together for three beautiful years, but the past still lingered between you.
As the two of you held hands, the soft breeze whispered through the trees, carrying a mix of emotions. You remembered the day you had met Clint, when the weight of the Blip still burdened his soul. He had lost his family, and you had been his solace during those dark times. But now, a new chapter was about to unfold.
The sound of a car approaching interrupted the peaceful silence, and your heart skipped a beat. A mix of anticipation and anxiety coursed through your veins as you stood up, tightening your grip on Clint's hand. The car door opened, and there they were—the family Clint had lost five years ago.
Tears welled up in Clint's eyes as he saw his wife, Laura, step out, followed by his children. You felt a pang of insecurity, fearing that the rekindled presence of his family would make him question your place in his life.
Clint turned to you, his gaze filled with a mix of emotions. "Y/N, I... I don't know what to say," he whispered, his voice trembling.
You gave him a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand gently. "Clint, they're your family. It's okay to be overwhelmed. Just remember, I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens."
As his family approached, Clint's grip on your hand tightened, his knuckles turning white. Laura embraced him, tears streaming down her face, and his children rushed into his arms. The reunion was bittersweet, a blend of joy and grief.
Days turned into weeks, and Clint found himself torn between his love for you and the deep bond he shared with his family. He spent every waking moment trying to find a balance, but it seemed impossible. Your insecurities grew with each passing day, and you couldn't help but wonder if you were just a temporary placeholder until his family returned.
One evening, after a particularly emotionally taxing day, Clint sought you out. His face was etched with lines of weariness, his eyes filled with an unspoken conflict. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts.
"Y/N, I need to talk to you," he began, his voice tinged with sadness. "These past few weeks have been overwhelming, and I've been torn between the love I have for my family and the love I have for you."
Your heart sank, and you held your breath, preparing for the words you feared would come next.
"But," Clint continued, his gaze locking with yours, "I can't deny the profound impact you've had on my life. You've been my anchor, my source of strength when I had lost everything. I don't want to let go of what we have."
Relief washed over you, but a trace of uncertainty remained. "Clint, what does that mean for us? What about your family?"
Clint's eyes softened as he reached for your hands, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I don't have all the answers, but I know that I want you in my life. We can navigate this together. I want to build a future with you, but I also want to reconnect with my family. It won't be easy, and it won't happen overnight, but I want to try."
The weight of his words lifted a burden from your shoulders, and a glimmer of hope ignited within you. Love had a way of persevering, even in the face of challenges.
With tears pooling in your eyes, you nodded, your voice filled with emotion. "Clint, I love you, and I want to fight for us. Let's take this one step at a time, supporting each other through it all."
Clint's smile was tender, filled with a mixture of gratitude and determination. "I promise, Y/N, I will do everything in my power to make this work. Our love is worth fighting for."
In that moment, you both knew that the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but the love you shared was strong enough to withstand any obstacle. With renewed commitment and an unyielding bond, you embraced the uncertainties of the future, ready to navigate the complexities of Clint's rekindled family ties while cherishing the love you had found in each other.
As time passed, Clint's family began to notice the significant role you played in his life. Laura, his wife, observed the way Clint's smile brightened whenever he was with you. His children, though initially confused, saw the genuine happiness you brought to their father's eyes.
One day, during a family gathering, Laura approached you, her eyes filled with kindness and understanding. "Y/N, I want to thank you for being there for Clint when he needed someone the most. I can see how much he cares about you."
You smiled, grateful for her understanding. "Laura, I care about him too. I want what's best for Clint and your family."
She nodded, a small smile gracing her lips. "I believe that you bring him a different kind of happiness, a new chapter in his life. I hope you'll continue to be there for him, just as he'll be there for us."
Clint's children, witnessing their mother's acceptance, gradually warmed up to you as well. They saw the love and support you offered their father, and in time, they began to consider you a significant part of their lives too.
While there were moments of adjustment and occasional insecurities, Clint's family slowly came to accept the depth of his feelings for you and the importance of your place in his life. It wasn't an easy journey, but love had a way of bridging gaps and healing wounds.
In the end, Clint's family and your relationship with him found a delicate equilibrium. They understood that your love wasn't a threat to their bond; it was a new connection that brought happiness to their beloved father and husband. And as the days turned into years, you continued to navigate the complexities together, creating a blended family rooted in love, understanding, and mutual respect.
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theflashzoom · 11 months
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HAWKEYE : NSFW Profile
Rating: Mature
Category: M/F
Relationship: Clint Barton x Reader
Words Counts: 623
Character: Clint Barton, Reader
Summary:
🏹Clint has a target and he knows where he wants to point his loads of shots into your favorite spot.🎯
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apenny4thots · 2 years
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Without You
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Clint Barton/Ronin x f!reader. CW: smut (oral & P in V sex) language, angst. AN: set post-blip, beginnings of Endgame. WC: 2.4K
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Five years ago Clint Barton lost those who meant the most to him.
Grief does things to a person. The stages of grief are laid out, but grief isn’t linear. Rather, it’s blurred and one may move from one stage to the other and possibly back again before fully moving into a new stage.
Clint was solidified in the anger stage. He worked out his frustration and trauma as Ronin. And in the evenings, to temper the sting of loneliness, there was you.
The rain came down hard on the neon streets of Tokyo, where Ronin was currently taking on Japanese gangsters in a brutal, violent fight.
Ronin was clearly a better fighter, but Akihiko, the leader of the Yakuza gang, was also quite experienced. Their swords clash and for a second, it appeared as if Akihiko had the upper hand, swinging at Ronin's neck. Ronin, however, ducked and slid under the katana, and sliced Akihiko in the stomach. Akihiko, now fatally injured, dropped his katana.
“Wait! Help me! I'll give you anything! What do you want?” Ahiko cried out.
Ronin raised his katana. “What I want... You can't give me.”
He thrusted the blade downwards into Akihiko's stomach causing the man to fall to the ground. Ronin grabbed the sword, and wiped it on his gauntlet, ridding it of Ahihiko’s blood. He noticed someone behind him. Ronin grabbed his mask, and slid it off his head, revealing his true self.
Natasha was holding an umbrella with a slight frown on her face. Clint looked at her, exhaustion and weariness evident on his face. “You shouldn't be here.”
“Neither should you,” Natasha replied.
“I've got a job to do.”
Natasha cocked her head and sweeped her arm around the fallen bodies. “Is that what you're calling this? Killing all these people isn't gonna bring your family back.”
Clint doesn’t respond. Emotion crossed his face, tears brimming his eyes..
“We found something,” Natasha continues. “A chance, maybe…”
“Don't…” Clint was now openly crying, his tears mixing with the rivulets of rain falling down this face.
“Don't what?” Natasha inquired, though she already knows the answer.
“Don't give me hope.”
“I'm sorry I couldn't give it to you sooner,” Natalie finished.
It was the truth.
You poked your head through as you opened the door. The rain was still coming down hard and thunder rumbled overhead. Natasha, still holding her umbrella, stood at the bottom of the steps looking at you inquisitively.
Clint bounded up the steps and kissed you quickly before motioning for you to step inside. You look at the red head and know from talks with Clint, that it is Nat.
You’re both standing at the side of the door. You push back his wet hair from his forehead and then bring it down his cold, wet cheek. Clint cupped your hand and then turned his face into it, pressing a kiss.
“It’s time isn’t it?”
Clint let out a sigh and nodded.
You gave him a sad smile. “We always knew that there was a chance this day would come.”
Clint pressed his forehead against yours and wrapped his strings arms around you, wetting your clothes in process. “I-I’m sorry.”
You brush your lips against his. “I know,” you murmured.
The two of you remained there for a moment, holding each other. There was a knock on the door and it broke you both out of your reverie. You turned and opened the door, seeing Natasha standing. “Come on in. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
The three of you were soon laughing over tea and anpan, sweet red bean buns. There’s still an air of tension and sadness and you’re hoping the conversation doesn’t end because the idea of saying goodbye to Clint makes you want to throw up.
Of course, conversation winded down and Natasha commented how provisions are needed for the trip in the morning.
“Clint knows where everything is. Help yourself to whatever you need,” you replied as you gathered the dishes.
Clint grabbed the dishware from you. “Don’t worry, little mama here does a good job of keeping stocked. Come on, I’ll show you.”
“Well someone has to stitch you up. Can’t have Ronin bleeding out on the streets of Tokyo,” you murmured, a smile twitching on your lips as you began to wash the dishes.
You were just about finished when Natasha came back into the room. “What’s up?” you asked, beating her to the punch.
Natasha grabbed a hand towel before leaning against the sink. You hand her a dish to dry. “Clint’s told me a lot about you, y'know. And you’re sensational. It’s just that…”
“A woman knows when a man looks into her eyes and sees someone else. I want to give Clint all the things he wants. I’m just a poor man’s Laura.” You paused your actions and looked at Natasha. “I do love him. Very much.”
Natasha reached over and grabbed a cup to dry. “I know you do, and for what it’s worth, he does too.”
Natasha stayed in the spare bedroom. The plan was for her and Clint to leave by daybreak.
You stood in front of the floor length mirror, taking off your earrings. Clint watched you from the doorway, not in a leering way, but as if captivated with your every move. It was as if he wanted to commit your every move to memory. You moved gracefully, changing out of your clothes and into a nightgown - it was his favorite one because it hugged your every curve. You met his eyes in the mirror and gave him a shy smile. Clint moved slowly and carefully, until he was behind you. His arms wrapped around you and you leaned against his solid body.
“I’m not tired,” you replied. “Are you?”
“Not one bit,” Clint returned.
Clint brought his warm lips to yours in a kiss that quickly deepened into one that was hungry and demanding, his tongue pushing between your lips. His kiss accelerated, his five o’clock shadow feeling rough against your skin. You ached for him, your desire growing. He picked you up and carried you to the bed, with your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs wrapped around his waist.
He crawled over you, his body covering yours. You let out a gasp as his mouth found purchase on your neck, his teeth grazing over that one particular spot that turned you into a mess.
You let out a whimper of frustration when he sat back, removing his lips from your skin so he could remove his shirt, revealing his muscular frame. You bit your lip as your eyes raked over his bare chest and his large arms.
You could also see the dark need in Clint’s eyes along with the sizeable tent that strained against his pants. You managed to lift up slightly and remove the straps of your gown, exposing your breasts.
Clint was then on you again, his mouth leaving wet trails along your breasts, before taking one globe into his mouth, sucking. Your hands threaded through his hair as you lost yourself in the pleasure that coursed your body. His other hand was free to knead the other, rolling the hard peak with his thumb. He made sure to provide equal ministrations to the other.
You moaned his name, still threading your hands through his hair. You then slid your hand down his chest, palming his cock through his pants and squeezing, dragging a groan out of him. Desire ran through your veins, shooting to your core like hot molten lava. You couldn’t focus beyond the need to have him, and have him now.
Because this was the last time.
Clint removed his lips from your heated skin long enough to remove his pants and briefs. His cock was thick, with a slight curve to it. Pre-cum weeped from his cock and you licked your lips hungrily. You lifted your hips and removed your underwear which was soaked with your arousal.
Clint climbed over you again, his mouth on yours once more, hungry with all teeth and tongue. And in one swift move by him, you were on top.
You reached down to remove the remainder of your nightgown when Clint stopped you. “No, leave it on. And get up here.”
You moved up, knowing what he intended. Clint grasped your hips with both hands and tugged you towards his face. Once in position, you dropped your head to look down at him, buried between your thighs, and he had the nerve to wink up at you.
You let out an obscene moan as Clint gripped your hips hard to hold your cunt against his mouth, devouring you.
You gripped the headboard as his hands squeezed your tits. He cupped both mounds in his large hands, pushing them together before pulling and tugging at your nipples.
Clint alternated between burying his tongue in you and lapping at your folds. You couldn’t help but to move against him, rolling your hips forward, essentially riding his face. Your arousal was in overdrive and you were certain you were dripping all over his face.
The room was quiet save the wet sounds of Clint’s tongue deep in your cunt and your moans of pleasure. He moved his hands to your cunt and he spread your lips apart so he could truly explore your delicate folds with his tongue. He alternated between dipping his tongue inside and swirling it around your bundle of nerves.
You buried your teeth in your lower lip, in an attempt to stifle your gasp, but it was futile. “Oh fuck!” you gasped, grinding your hips down harder against his face. Clint sucked your clit into his mouth and nibbled on it teasingly as you moaned against him. A wicked smile crept over his lips and he gripped you a little harder, a sign that he was up for it, steering your grinding more firmly against his mouth. His tongue delved between your folds and again your swollen bundle of nerves.
“Fuck! Clint, I’m going to come!”
“Come for me darling,” Clint commanded with a gasp before delving back to your cunt, eating you out like a man starved.
Your body stiffened as the familiar coil in your belly tightened and then released. You came undone, crying out Clint’s name. Clint continued to lap at you, reveling in the taste of your sweet reward of your orgasm, until you squirmed, trying to get off as you overstimulated.
With Clint’s help, you climbed off his face, your legs trembling. He pulled you into another kiss and you could taste yourself all over his face. He pushed against you once more, rolling you so you were on your back.
Instinctively, you wrapped each leg around his hips. He pressed the fat head of his cock into your soaking cunt, and then slid into you slowly, inch by inch. You groaned as he stretched you. You felt wonderfully full; there was a slight burn mixed with pleasure. You gripped his biceps - the ones that used to save the world and would do it once more. You bit your lip again, your eyes fluttering shut. With a snap of his hips, Clint bottomed out and fully sunk into you.
You stayed like that for a moment, completely intertwined. Your lips brushed softly against his, breathing each other’s air. The moment was pure intoxication and you felt dizzy from it all.
After a beat, Clint began to thrust - slowly at first. His skin was hot under your hands, and you are able to feel the play of his muscles under his skin when he starts to move. He set a gentle pace, hips rolling, hands wandering. Soon enough the tempo quickened, and he began to drive into you with long, hard strokes. His kisses deepened with him licking into your mouth. The obscene sound of skin hitting skin and moans of pleasure filled the bedroom.
Clint wanted nothing more to savor this moment with you but it was too good to not chase the release. You reached up to cup Clint’s face. “Clint—,” you began but he cut you off.
“I’m so sorry,” he cried out, nearly collapsing onto you. His body shook, wracked with sobs.
“It’s okay,” you murmured. “It’s okay.”
“I love you,” Clint repeated over and over as he continued to fuck you. You’re overwhelmed in a way that is unexpected, warmth and affection welling up in your chest, filling you and making it hard to breathe. It's both all too much, and not enough, and you’re scraping your nails across his shoulders, weaving your fingers into his hair to hold him against you, never wanting to let go.
Your orgasm crested once more and you came undone with a cry of his name and a declaration of your love for him.
Clint let out a deep groan as he came as well, painting your walls with his release. He collapsed against you and you welcomed that tight, crushing feeling.
He shifted his hips slightly, his softening cock slipping out. You felt the trickle of his cum against your skin, damp and sticky with sweat. The second he is on his back, you curve into his side, your head on his chest. Clint grasped your hand and held it tightly. You closed your eyes and tried to preserve the feel of his body against yours to memory.
When you wake up in the wee hours of the morning, Clint is already gone. There’s a note on the pillow but you can’t bear to read it and instead turn and sob into your pillow.
The vanished returned and you knew Clint had his family back. You were tending to your garden when your phone rang.
You wiped your hands of the dirt and looked at the incoming call. You recognized the area code. You waited a beat and then answered.
It was Laura.
And she wanted to know if you could fly out to the homestead.
“He told me everything. And to be quite honest, since we have been back, he has not been the same,” Laura replied quietly. “Happy to see us, of course - but he is also… despondent.”
“And you think me coming will fix him?” You asked. You tapped your foot. Not getting a real answer from her, you simply agreed to it.
The following week you stood in front of the homestead watching Clint help Lilah shoot arrows.
Clint was about to show Lilah a specific trick shot when he felt someone’s eye on him and he turned around. He couldn’t believe his eyes.
You held up your overnight bag and gave him a shrug. “Hey Clint.”
Fin.
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mirkwoodshewolf · 2 years
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Procrastination or Progression?; Clint Barton x teen reader
*Author’s note*
Alrighty first I want to say to @06gal​ for being SUPER patient with me and for this great request. So for the Avenger member I’ve chosen, I’ve decided to use our beloved Archer CLINT BARTON cause the man deserves more love and I’m super glad that HAWKEYE gave us that. Hopefully in the future I’ll come up with more Clint Bartons fics or people will come forth and ask for more Barton fics who knows. 
And also in light of FINAL EXAM time (trust me I’ve been there my people) I figured this fic and their request will help you guys out in getting through these stressful times before your WELL DESERVED summer vaca! (enjoy it while it lasts cause once you get a job, that’s not happening). But enough of that, and on with the fic! Enjoy my lovelies!
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Okay this is it! Come on girl you got this! Woo let’s do this! Gonna study up for my Spanish final, gonna pass it, and then gonna graduate and get that scholarship to Columbia University.  I break out the flashcards, get the study guide, open up my books (everything at this point is sprawled out on my floor like a crime scene) and thus I begin my studying.
And I study, and study….and study.  However now that I’m learning about the traveling section of my Spanish final, I’m starting to grow bored.  I looked at my clock and saw that I had been studying for about ten minutes so far.
“Okay, seems like a good time to take a break anyways.” I said stretching myself out and got up from the floor.  “God!” the numbness in my butt for sitting on a hardwood floor starting to spark up.  I sat against my bed trying to rub the numbness away with a comforting mattress. “Perhaps I should look into getting some carpets. Or at least put down a pillow or something.”
I left my room and headed straight for the kitchen to grab some water (gotta stay hydrated while studying right?) and there I saw dear old man Barton on the couch just flipping through the channels.
“Channel surfing again?” I teased as I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.
“More like stream surfing. Jesus all these shows on all these platforms and I can’t decide what to watch.” I walked over to him and rested up against the couch but to also give him a hug.  “And what’s that for?”
“What can’t I hug my favorite Avenger?” I asked.
“Hang on, let me call Murdock and get him over here.” I playfully punched his shoulder and told him.
“You know he’s not an Avenger.”
“Still doesn’t change the fact he’s your favorite. I mean really (n/n) he’s a vigilante, they play by their own rules.”
“Now hold on don’t we as heroes play by our own rules against the government?”
“Touché but still there’s a difference between heroes and vigilantes.”
“Kinda being a hypocrite right there, aren’t yah?”
“Shut up kid.” I cackled softly and hugged him again.
“But seriously Clint. You know you’ve always been my favorite. After all you were the one to find me out on the streets shortly after I got my mind-reading powers.”
“Even if you weren’t a super-powered human, seeing you having a panic attack on the street and no one checking up on you was still a dick move.”
“And that’s why you’re my favorite. Tony wouldn’t dare do such a thing, Steve might but he could’ve been a little too overbearing which would’ve made my panic attacks worse.”
“Luckily for him you’ve been schooling him on proper panic attack after-cares. Which has also helped his friend Bucky out a lot.”
“Just thought I’d properly educate the old man especially since back then they didn’t really believe in them, at least medically they didn’t.”
“Hey don’t you have that Spanish final coming up? Aren’t you supposed to be studying?”
“I am. I just came down here to get some water.”
“¿Qué has estudiado hasta ahora?” he asked me in Spanish as he turned to me with a brow quirked, almost like he didn’t believe me.
“Saludos basicos, ocupaciones laborales y ahora viajes.” I replied back sassily.
“Okay I believe you. Damn sometimes I wish I had Murdock’s freaky enhanced hearing to know when you’re lying or not.”
“They’re not freaky and they’ve saved your ass on that one mission we crossed with him involving Kingpin.”
“First off I’m telling Steve you said a bad language word. And secondly no need to rub it in. You know my hearing aid was acting on the fritz that week.”
“Yeah, yeah sure. Geez and I thought Steve and Barnes were the ones with hearing problems, you know being over 100 years old and all.”
“Get back to your room and study.” Clint said placing his hand over my face and playfully shoved me away from the couch.
“Love you Hawkeye!”
“Yeah, yeah love you too (n/n).” I went back upstairs to my room and saw that I had spent my 2 minute break talking with Clint. Okay now back to studying.
For now I skipped the traveling and went through the oral section of the exam where questions about food, future jobs, and places to go would be asked.  I already had my answers written down so now I was just practicing them out loud.
Well all except for my places to travel.  You see, being a young Avenger I’ve already kinda been to my dream places.  Last summer I went to see the Roman Colosseum in Italy, saw the Golden gate bridge in San Francisco when Scott needed some help during spring break, and on my Christmas break got to see the Highlands of Scotland.  So there really wasn’t anywhere else I wanted to go.
And since the answers needed to be an in depth explanation of why we wanted to see them, if I put anything else that’ll prove I’ve already been there it won’t sound like a real reason why I want to go there.  And it also just takes away the ‘typical dream-esque fantasy of wishing you could go someplace but know you’ll never be able to’.
I looked at my clock and saw that another ten minutes had gone by and it was also at that time I heard my stomach softly grumble. I wasn’t quite hungry for my normal pizza roll dinner or even instant ramen.
“I wonder if Sam’s still got his secret stash of three musketeers, recess cup and Hershey kisses?” I got up and headed back downstairs and looked through every cabinet in the kitchen.  Alright come on, come on it’s gotta be around here somewhere. I know it’s here I saw him sneak out a recess cup just this morning after he, Steve and Bucky came in from their morning jog.
“You know Sam would kill you if he found you trying to steal his stash of chocolate.” Clint spoke up.  I yelped in surprise and I said.
“Please tell me I didn’t speak my thoughts out loud again.” Sometimes without even realizing it, I can project my thoughts into another person’s head which allows them to hear exactly what I’m thinking.
“As loud as Tony is when he’s piddling down at the lab with that Parker kid. And that’s not even when he starts blaring AC/DC at full volume.” Clint said as he turned to face me fully from the couch.
“I was feeling a bit peckish but didn’t feel like a full meal.”
“And who’s to say that after you get what you want that I won’t text Sam and tell him you’ve been sneaking out his secret stash?” he threatened.
“Because you’re my favorite Avenger and you love me so much?” I said with a shrug.  He crossed his arms over his chest, his brow raised skeptically.  “Because I’m always available to help fix your hearing aid when Stark’s too busy to even look at it.”
“You can keep guessing but you’re not getting any closer to not letting me snitch on you.”
“Ever heard the phrase ‘snitches get stitches’?”
“Please kid, I can take you down with one hand tied behind my back and you know it.” Well there was one thing I could say to him that’ll get him to keep my secret.
“How about—” and it kills me to say this.  “I won’t go on any serious missions throughout the rest of my college career until graduation.” He pondered the idea.
Ever since I was taken in by the Avengers, Clint’s been more of a father (mainly because he is one) more than any of the other guys on the team.  He was adamant that I go to school, at least apply to college, and if I got in, work, have fun but also succeed in school.  He never really liked me going on the ‘Avenger leveled’ missions and always wanted me to stay local or at least deal with mob-bosses and street gang level crimes (like Peter did before he became an Avengers).
So now hearing me ‘admit’ to putting my superhero career on ‘hold’ as I get a college degree, got him intrigued.
“You swear to me?” he asked.
“I swear.” I said crossing my heart.  He looked at me questioningly then said as he turned around back to the TV.
“He moved them to the top cabinet above the fridge. Caught Barnes and Nat sneaking in a couple of his kisses earlier today.” I then used my telepathic powers and opened the cabinet above the fridge and brought down Sam’s secret stash of chocolate and grabbed three recess cups and a 3 musketeers before putting the bag back on the cabinet exactly as it had been sitting and closed the cabinet up.
“Best part of these powers is getting things from the top shelf all by myself.”
“Great kid, don’t get cocky.” Clint said.
“Okay Han Solo. Now you promise to not snitch on me.”
“I promise.” Clint said crossing his heart. I nodded firmly but stopped to run up and hug Clint once again before heading back upstairs and ate my newly required chocolate before I resumed my studying.
The next 45min were basically the same thing. I’d study for 10 minutes before going downstairs to get something or talk to Clint for about 2 minutes, then before I came back upstairs I would give him a hug.  I was now in the final stretches of my studying and I felt like maybe this time I could probably end the study session now and just go and talk to Clint now.
But right as I opened the door, I was taken by surprise to see Clint right there at my door.
“Oh Jesus old man, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” I exclaimed.
“And I thought I was supposed to be the one with the heart problems.” He said sarcastically.  “How’s the studying going?”
“Great. Real good, just uhh—wanted to head downstairs to get something.”
“I don’t think so.” He then came barging into my room.
“Hey! Hey! Hey! Didn’t anyone ever tell you to ask permission before you enter someone else’s room.”
“Tell that to Vision.” He said going over to my flashcards and skimmed through them.
“What are you doing?”
“The better question is what are you doing?”
“I’m—not following.”
“For the past hour you say you’d be up here studying but then every ten minutes you would come downstairs where I’m at and claim some sort of thing you need, then end that brief interaction with a hug. Now normally I don’t mind getting hugs from you kiddo, but this—this is starting to get suspicious.”
“Clint I swear I am studying it’s just that…..”
“Just what?” he asked as he sat down at the foot of my bed.
“You’re gonna think it’s weird.”
“Kid, I’ve fought off aliens, I work with a demi-gods and superhumans, fought off an army of AI robots, and I do all of that with a bow and arrow. Nothing seems weird to me anymore.” I softly chuckled.
“Okay. I uhh—” I sat down at my computer desk.  “It’s always been this way for as long as I can remember. But when it comes to studying something either too difficult or draining, I take a ten minute break from my hour study session and I—I always need to hug someone. After everything that’s happened to me I…..I need some sort of stress reliever that doesn’t involve drugs or bad habit like picking at my hair or biting my nails. Hugging someone during studying make me feel grounded and not so stressed out.”
“Come here kid.” I walked over to him and he wrapped an arm around me.  “Was it difficult or draining?”
“A bit of both. Some things I’m able to remember but there are others that I’m just—they just aren’t clicking as the other topics are, you know?”
“Trust me, I know. Back when I was in school, studying came hard for me too. Especially with my hearing. Sometimes my hearing aid would fritz right in the middle of the lecture, and it didn’t help that some of my teachers would cover the board with their bodies, move away for a brief second to let us see what they wrote and then just erased it.”
“Sounds like my biology teacher. No one can understand a word she says cause she’s so quiet and has a low voice like one of those robocalls.” I said.
“So I get it. How about this, tomorrow I help quiz you on some of this stuff. Cause I get it, studying by yourself is boring, but with someone else quizzing you, it keeps the brain more focused and alert to what it is you’re trying to say.”
“You mean it?”
“Heck yeah. Gotta make sure you pass that final right?”
“Right. God I cannot wait till I’m finally done with school completely. No more exams, no more homework, and no school drama about whose sleeping with whom or whose got the most followers on Snapchat or TikTok. Especially the dumb TikTok challenges.”
“I know, what is wrong with your generation and licking public toilet seats or eating Tide pods?”
“Don’t ask me, just be grateful that I’m not one of those dumbasses.”
“I would rat you out to Steve about using that word but I’ll let it slide because you’re right. Kids who do dumb shit like that are dumbasses.”
“Ha! Now I can say to Steve that it’s you whose influencing my language!” I raced out of my room.
“Oh no you don’t yah little—come back here!” he exclaimed as he chased after me.
By the end of the school year, I passed all my finals including my Spanish one, graduated with Honors and was soon working my way to gaining my scholarship to Columbia University.
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cannibalizedyke · 1 year
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🏹clint barton🏹
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key: ❤︎︎ - fluff, ☁︎︎ - angst, ★ - smut
coming soon!
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finnicks · 1 year
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( fic ) pickled pizza dog
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hawkeye (comics); kate/clint + lucky; teen; 1385
This looks bad.
"Lucky," Clint says, gesturing to the dog who turns his head away as if he doesn’t want to be a part of this conversation, "is a really handsome dog. He can pull this off."
Or: Clint messes up Lucky’s Halloween costume, leaving Kate very unsurprised.
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missmarvelobsession · 11 months
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Whumpril Day 15 is up! @whumpril
I got depressed and fell behind on posting sorry
Todays Characters: Natalia/Natasha, Clint
Tags: How Clint Met Natasha
Description: The moment Natasha sees her way out
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nataliasquote · 26 days
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Tattoos for troubled minds | n romanoff
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Summary: Natasha struggles to trust anyone when it comes to touching her body. But that becomes rather difficult when a tattoo idea comes into her mind that she just can’t shake
Warnings: mentions of scars, tattoo needles, slight internalised homophobia
wc: 3.6k
note: I don’t actually have tattoos (despite wanting one so badly) so this is probably really inaccurate. I do apologise if this doesn’t make sense. also, I hate this so much but the guilt of not posting is eating me alive so I’m sorry
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Natasha was a quiet soul. She kept to herself, usually sitting at her own table in the Shield cafeteria, eyes focused on her plate of food as she ate quickly, just wanting to get out of there. None of the other agents dared make conversation with her, too spooked by her fighting skills to approach. But that didn’t bother her. Her hyper independence made her hesitant to trust people.
Clint was the only one she spoke to outside of working hours. They weren’t exactly friends, but she tolerated him enough to flash a small smile if she saw him in the hallways or feel slightly relaxed if they were paired for missions together.
And he liked her too, especially since her first words had been a jab at his choice of weapon.
“Bow and arrow? What did you do, get your training in a forest?”
But he didn’t take offense to it. After all, he’d made the call to save her and she owed him her life. Which is how, two years later, she was sprawled on his couch, chewing on take out pizza for the second time that week with a scowl.
“I think I want a tattoo.”
Clint frowned at her, wondering where her brain cells had disappeared to. “What?”
“You know, the permanent drawing-“
“Yes I know what a tattoo is Tasha,” he rolled his eyes at her teasing smirk, already over her sarcasm. “But you know it’s a bad idea for spies to have unique markings like that.”
Natasha shrugged, tugging up her sleeve to reveal a strange shaped scar across her bicep. “I’d say I’ve got enough of those naturally. And it would be hidden on my ribs or something.”
Clint just shook his head and turned back to his food. He was used to Natasha’s odd comments and her tattoo phase probably wouldn’t last in his eyes. Just like her ‘wanting to be blonde’ phase didn’t.
But it didn’t end. A month later and Natasha had fallen down the rabbit hole that was tattoo designs on pinterest, courtesy of a fellow agent who introduced her to the app. She didn’t understand it at first, but now it was 3am and her tablet screen was still glaring bright in her face, a plethora of images scattered across her screen.
She saved a couple to a board, now set on design and placement, before placing it to one side with a grin on her face. Natasha climbed out of bed and padded over to her mirror, pulling up her shirt and smiling softly to herself. But the dim lamplight made her scars glisten and she caught herself, a sudden feeling of repulsion shuddering through her body. She looked like a freak and no tattoo artist would want to go near that. Her scars weren’t normal and she wasn’t ready for the questions yet.
Tears glazed her eyes over and her arms snaked across her stomach, her reflection in the mirror now blurry. Even as the salty tears dripped down her cheeks and soaked the collar of her shirt, she didn’t step away, too engrossed with how disgusting she felt in her body.
That stubborn hope that the redroom failed to squash out had ignited inside her once more, except this time she just wanted to laugh at it. Natasha would never be normal. She was what they’d made her into, and a tattoo was never going to change that.
Clint noticed the change in her demeanor when she sat down at breakfast. Natasha barely engaged in her usual small talk, more focused on her food in front of her.
“Did you do anymore tattoo research yesterday?” He asked, knowing that would catch her attention. But instead of the usual spark, she remained dejected, stirring her yogurt half heartedly.
“Yeah,” came her response, albeit rather forced.
“There’s probably a lot of places in DC that would kill to tattoo a shield agent.” Nat shot him a look. “Just saying!”
“Sure. But I don’t think I can anymore.”
Clint looked at her with a frown. “Why not?”
Natasha just looked down and tugged at her sleeve, suddenly feeling exposed in her tight fitting suit. The image in the mirror from last night came into her mind and she pushed her food away, no longer hoodie. And beside that, she didn’t trust people she worked with, so how would she trust a complete stranger to add something permanent on her body? Getting a tattoo would be nothing but a dream for her, she knew that, but it still crushed her.
Clint studied his best friend for a moment in thought, before he placed his hand gently on her arm. “I might know someone who can help.” Natasha looked up, now interested. Her face was still stony but Clint knew she was excited. “A friend of Laura’s, we helped her out even before you came here.”
“An agent?” Clint hadn’t mentioned anyone like that before and it confused Natasha.
But Clint shook his head. “No, nothing like that. She came to Laura and I when she was a teenager and had nowhere else to go. And you know my wife-“
“Can’t let anyone suffer,” Natasha finished for him, warmth spreading in her stomach at the thought of the soft woman she’d grown to adore. Laura really did have the biggest heart out of everyone.
“Exactly that. Y/n was fourteen, I think, parents kicked her out of the house. How she got to ours, I’ll never know, but she just appeared on the doorstep one night and Laura melted at the sight of her.” Clint’s expression softened at the memory. “But anyway, what I’m saying is that she’s a tattoo artist. She’s got trust issues just like you and I think she’ll help.”
Natasha scowled at the last part, wanting to protest his comment. But she knew he was right; her trust issues were what got her into this mess in the first place.
“But she’s a kid?”
“No, almost the same age as you,” Clint said with a laugh. “You’ll like her, but she can be a little scary.”
“Scarier than me?”
Clint smirked. “Oh, you’d be surprised. That glare of hers rivals yours.” This vague description intrigued Natasha and Clint could see the cogs turning in her mind. “She knows what we do and she’s seen my scars. Trust me, they won’t put her off.”
Natasha’s head shot up, staring at her best friend with confusion. Was she that easy to read? Or did he just know her too well?
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With the news of her favourite girls coming back home, Laura had been in a frenzy of cleaning and preparing. Clint had texted to say he was only minutes away so she left the dishes to soak and headed to the porch, anxiously staring at the track beside their house as she waited.
Anyone would have thought she was married to Natasha over Clint by the difference in reactions she gave them. Sure, Clint got a kiss and a hug, but Natasha truly got the special treatment, with Laura scanning her to make sure she wasn’t injured and quizzing her about how she was. Poor Clint was left to grab their bags as the women disappeared into the farmhouse.
Tea was poured and snacks were eaten in the cosy kitchen before the doorbell rang and Laura excused herself, leaving an anxious Natasha on her own for a moment. Muffled voices could be heard but she tried to go against her instincts of listening in and instead busied herself with a loose thread on the tablecloth. She heard footsteps approaching and turned in her chair, ignoring the way her heart thumped loudly in her chest.
The woman who walked in the kitchen doorway was stunning, Natasha couldn’t deny it, and her eyes darted to the patchwork of tattoos that littered her exposed arms. Their eyes met, and Natasha swore she could see the walls up in the other woman’s mind. But it didn’t scare her off. No. It brought her a weird sense of comfort and her body started to relax.
Clad in a black cropped tank and black cargo pants, Y/n hesitated in the doorway, duffle bag slung over her shoulder hitting the wall gently. Laura appeared behind her, gentle hands falling to her shoulders.
“Y/n, this is Natasha, the one I told you about.” The y/h/c girl made no effort to move. “She’s Clint’s partner.” Clearly not much of a talker, Y/n just nodded, not hiding the fact she was scanning Natasha from head to toe. She didn’t trust strangers, but she trusted Laura and Clint who seemed to love Natasha. So maybe she wasn’t a threat.
“Hi, you can call me Nat if you want.” No one called her Nat except Laura, but it was a feeble attempt to make the atmosphere more comfortable. Another nod came but Laura smiled.
“Do you want to go set up? All of your stuff is still exactly where you left it,” Laura addressed Y/n who adjusted the grip on her bag and disappeared down the hall without a word. Natasha’s eyebrows raised at Laura who watched her go, a fond look in her eyes. “She does speak, I promise.”
Natasha shook her head, brushing her off. “It’s fine, don’t worry. I can tell you care about her a lot.”
“She’s like a daughter to me, kind of like you are.” Natasha’s cheeks flushed at that. “She doesn’t have anyone except us, so I worry. She’s a real sweetheart though, she’s just been through a lot. Kind of like someone else I know.”
“I’ll be kind, don’t worry.”
Laura couldn’t help but smile as she stirred her tea. “Oh I know. She already likes you, you don’t need to worry about that.”
Natasha let out a sigh and started to play with the hem of her zip up jacket. It suddenly felt real, the whole tattoo thing. And whilst she weirdly trusted Y/n, it didn’t help ease her nerves any less.
The redhead sensed a new presence before she spotted her, standing in the doorway just like she was before.
“Ready when you are, Nat.” Her voice was slightly raspy from lack of use and she spoke quietly, almost as if she was scared she’d get into trouble. Natasha smiled softly at the sound of her nickname and squeezed Laura’s hand before she followed the y/h/c girl down the hallway of the house she considered her second home.
Clint’s office had been turned into a makeshift tattoo studio with all new equipment and furniture decorating the small space. The tattoo bed had a fresh paper layer on top and Y/n gestured for Natasha to take a seat.
“Ok, do you have an idea of what you want? And where?” Y/n sat down at a small table and picked up her pen before looking at Natasha expectantly.
“I’ve got a couple of reference pictures on my phone.” The small device was handed over and Y/n swiped between them, nodding in approval before setting it down. “The last one is just for placement ideas.”
“I’ll work up a sketch and you can tell me what needs changing.” Luckily Natasha’s design was incredibly simple and it didn’t take long for Y/n to hold up her page.
Natasha slid off the bed and slowly walked over, not wanting to startle the skittish girl. But Y/n just moved over, clearly welcoming the redhead into her space.
“I love that a lot,” Natasha praised, studying the simple lines. “But maybe it could be a bit smaller.”
“I can scale it down when I make the stencil, no problem. But is the design alright? Remember, it is permanent so I want you to be completely happy with it.”
Natasha studied it for a moment, a smile tugging at her lips as she imagined it on her body. Y/n had talent, anyone could see that even from such a simple drawing, and Natasha nodded before she slid the notebook back to her.
“I love it, I really do.”
Y/n nodded, grabbing her stencil paper from a drawer by her leg. She wordlessly began making the stencil and Natasha took this as her cue to return to her seat. She peered around the room, admiring a few pictures that were on the walls. Incredibly complicated tattoos which she guessed Y/n had done.
The young girl sketching away in the corner thoroughly interested her and something inside Natasha was drawn in. She wanted to get to know her because aside from the shy and hesitant exterior she was effortlessly cool and seemed sweet. Maybe Y/n could be the start of Natasha’s project to make friends.
“If you lie back on the seat and lift your shirt, we can make sure this is exactly how you want it before I start.”
Natasha took a deep breath and slowly lifted her shirt and lowered the waistband of her sweatpants so her hip bone was exposed. She shivered despite the room being warm, fully aware that her nastiest scar was on full display on her lower stomach.
But Y/n didn’t care. Or at least she didn’t make it obvious if it bothered her. “Is it ok if I touch your hip?” She asked, looking Natasha straight in the eyes. The redhead almost melted at her words, not used to ever being asked that question.
“Of course, do what you need.” Y/n’s fingers were soft and delicate as she placed the stencil on Natasha’s skin. She didn’t touch anywhere she didn’t need to and worked quickly, making sure it was fully stuck down before stepping back to allow Natasha to step over to the mirror.
Although it wasn’t permanent, Natasha’s heart was racing as she saw the way the black ink stood out against her pale skin. The symbol was small but perfect in her eyes, and she turned back to Y/n with a grin.
“It’s perfect!”
“Then I’ll get started.”
Due to the design being so small, it took no more than fifteen minutes for Y/n to complete. Her hand was incredibly steady and Natasha’s pain tolerance was so high she barely felt it. The room was silent aside from the faint buzzing, no conversation stemming from either woman. Questions spiralled around Natasha’s head but she knew this wasn’t the place to ask them.
Completely lost in her head, Natasha failed to notice the silence or the fact that her hip bone was no longer burning. Y/n kept working, wiping away the excess ink and making sure she hadn’t missed a spot. But it was perfect, as usual, and she gently tapped Nat on the thigh to snap her out of her head.
“You’re now free to look.”
Natasha grinned and hopped off the bed, holding up her shirt again as she looked in the mirror. Tears almost sprung to her eyes as she admired the finished product, and they probably would have tumbled down her cheeks if she had been alone.
A small spider sat on the front of her hip, legs slightly bent. It looked so delicate on her skin and for the first time in her entire life, Natasha actually liked looking at herself in the mirror.
“It’s so beautiful,” she began to ramble, unable to tear her eyes away. “You’ve got real talent Y/n, I can’t thank you enough. It’s so perfect.”
Y/n blushed and couldn’t stop the smile that graced her lips, catching Natasha’s eyes in the mirror and making the redhead freeze.
Her smile.
The young woman hadn’t smiled the entire time she’d arrived, but seeing her now was like a breath of fresh air. Smiling looked so good on her and Natash couldn’t get enough.
“If you want to show Laura, you can, but you’ll need to come back so I can wrap it safely.” Natasha glanced at her new addition and nodded, but hesitated once she was by the door.
“I think you should come too. The artist and her artwork.” Natasha spoke with a smirk and Y/n couldn’t ever imagine saying no to that woman. So she nodded again, her usual response, and meekly followed her back down the hall, pulling off her gloves as she walked.
Laura was already waiting for them in the kitchen and she placed her reading glasses in her hair to get a good look at Natasha who still hadn’t dropped her shirt down. She’d never seen the Russian with such a wide grin before, her usual collected expression completely out of the window.
“It looks beautiful, Nat, truly. You did such a good job Y/n.”
“You never told me how talented she is!” Natasha stepped to the side to allow Y/n to come forward, but the humble woman stayed where she was, already hating the attention. She didn’t see her art as talent, more like a form of escapism. But it made people happy and that was all she wanted.
“I wanted you to see for yourself,” Laura replied. “And besides, she never believes me when I tell her how good she is.”
“You’re really easy to tattoo. You don’t squirm or cry like other people do, so really I should be thanking you.” Laura was taken aback by Y/n’s comment, not used to more than three words coming out of the girl’s mouth. But the more she observed her, the more she saw her change. The darkness she’d noticed since Y/n was a teenager had lifted a little and she seemed a lot less guarded, looking over at Natasha with a soft expression.
And Natasha looked back at her just the same, purely in awe of how gentle she was. As Y/n gestured for them to return to the office and offered to hold Nat’s shirt, Laura felt like squealing like a child.
Two of her favourite people in the world had found each other and, despite both being so broken and fragile, fit together so perfectly it was like they were made for each other.
Natasha was strong enough and sure of herself enough for the both of them, and Y/n treated her with such delicacy and care that it slowly broke away Natasha’s trust issues and allowed her to open up. And Natasha’s protective nature came out around the other woman, wanting to keep her safe from the world.
With a quick word about going to show Clint, Natasha disappeared into the front yard with her newly wrapped hip, leaving Y/n to find Laura again. The older woman welcomed her with a hug and pulled a chair close to her own.
“You like her, don’t you?”
Y/n kept her gaze on the crossword Laura was doing, not wanting her eyes to give her away if she looked up. “She’s nice.”
“Hey,” Laura said softly, carefully taking Y/n’s hand in her own. She didn’t miss the way she flinched but unfortunately she was used to that by now. “You’re not back there. You’re allowed to like her if that’s what you want and feel. She’s a good person, but so are you, you don’t need to be scared.”
Y/n’s eyes followed where their hands were clasped up to Laura’s face, trying to find any hints that showed she was lying. But all that came back was the soft and caring face she’d grown to love, one that didn’t lie to her and didn’t hate her for who she was.
“I don’t like her like that.” Call her a hypocrite for lying, but Y/n had her reasons. Loving a woman was still unnatural in her eyes, despite her contrasting feelings that longed for it.
“Y/n…” Laura’s ‘mom’ tone was one she was used to and she knew she was caught out. “I’m not asking you to tell me now, but you deserve happiness, as does she. And I haven’t seen either of you that relaxed in a really long time. So please don’t push her away.”
Y/n didn’t know what to think. How could she? Her whole life had centred around hating who she was, so how could anyone ever like her like that? It messed with her head and Laura could see that.
But what was Natasha if not a life saver. She came strolling into the kitchen, her tshirt now tucked up into the band of her sports bra to allow her tattoo to be on full display. Y/n smiled slightly at the sight.
Sinking down into the chair beside her, Natasha noticed the clasped hands of the women and wondered what she’d interrupted. But that wasn’t her place to ask, so she turned to Y/n.
“How can I pay you? How much do you charge?”
Y/n shook her head frantically, pulling her hand away from Laura. “Nothing, honestly. You’re a friend, it’s no big deal.”
“Absolutely not. If you won’t take money, at least let me repay you another way.”
“Nat-“
“Dinner? How about you let me take you to dinner next week. You’re from the city, right?” Y/n nodded, her brows creasing. She turned to Laura for help but the older woman just smiled widely and nodded, giving her as much non verbal encouragement as she could. “Please, Y/n?”
She’d said yes before she could even process what was going on. After all, they were just friends going to dinner. People in the movies that she’d seen did it, so she could too.
What was so wrong with that?
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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.
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make you mine this season [K.Bishop]
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pairing: kate bishop x barton!reader
summary: a badly timed snowstorm leaves you unable to make it to the barton farm for christmas. thankfully, a certain archer shows up to keep you company.
warnings: none, i think? just really cheesy, holiday rom-com type of fluff [i say this as if i've watched any holiday rom-com besides happiest season and the holiday 😶]; kate's a dork [wow, what a shock]; idiots in love; past mentions of bishova; bad jokes?; snowstorm; cheesy gifts bc kate can't talk about her feelings
wordcount: 1.5k
a/n: HI, EVERYONE, I'M ALIVE! and it wouldn't be a rubix fic if it WASN'T posted a little late 😅 i hope you all had a fantastic holiday season and that you'll accept this very cheesy Christmas fic <3 [and maybe that last line is very self-indulgent but that's none of your business, if you know you know]
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You’re no stranger to loneliness but things were bordering on ridiculous. Not only have you spent the past two years ridiculously in love with a certain purple-loving archer, you’re also on the verge of spending Christmas by yourself thanks to the worst-timed snowstorm of all time.
And maybe the first part of your unfortunate situation is your fault but that doesn’t stop the waves of disappointment from crashing into you.
This year was supposed to be different. 
That’s what you had told yourself in an effort to convince yourself to tell the young archer about your feelings for her. It was a strategy that almost worked…until a certain blonde decided to accept Kate’s offer for drinks…which turned into a date…which turned into a second date…which turned into the longest four months of your life.
You could never be one to be mad at someone else’s happiness but that didn’t stop you from feeling absolutely defeated every time you saw them together. There was no one to blame except you for the brunette’s lack of knowledge about your feelings and that only made everything worse.
It was impossible to ignore the ache in your chest when your eyes met Kate’s or the heavy jealousy that clouded most of your interactions with her. Maybe if you had been less into your head about the whole thing, you would have realized the way the archer’s smile never seemed to reach her eyes. 
Eyes that followed you every time you walked away.
You never noticed the traces of darkness that clung to her usually radiant persona but you were the first person at her side when the break up happened. She offered little to no details besides an awkward joke about the relationship ending almost exactly where it started right at the Rockefeller tree.
It was messed up in a way that made Kate want to make as many jokes about it as possible which resulted in you laughing at things that definitely weren’t funny and were just sad. Not as sad as spending the holidays completely alone and hopelessly in love with your best friend, though.
You were sure the archer was already well on her way to your dad’s farm which leaves you completely unprepared when the door to your apartment swings open to reveal her. She almost drops the key in her hand the second she realizes you’re home.
“What’re you doing here?” You question, doing your best to pretend you don’t see the gift bags she tries to hide behind her back.
You can practically see the wheels turning in her head before she’s finally able to respond. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at Clint’s?”
It’s hard not to laugh at the incredulous look on her face. No matter how many times you see it, it’s still as endearing as the first time. Back when she was just your dad’s protege and you hadn’t spent so many of your days learning the ins and outs of her complicated personality.
“Did the incoming snowstorm happen to slip your mind?”
“No, I just thought you’d want to go anyway,” she replies with a small shrug. 
“I’d rather not crash, Lila will never let me hear the end of it.”
Your words make her tilt her head to the side, the slightest hint of a pout on her face. “So…what, you’re just going to spend Christmas alone?”
“Yup. Kate, I’m not a kid anymore, nothing will happen if I spend one day by myself.”
“But it’s Christmas!” She exclaims, looking borderline offended that you’re so comfortable spending the holiday alone. 
“Is that why you’re breaking into my apartment?” You ask in a foolish attempt to stop yourself from asking her to spend the day with you. 
Just because she thought about you long enough to come drop off her, no doubt ridiculously expensive, gifts for you does not mean she wants to spend the holiday with you when she could easily spend it with anyone else.
The pink hue that overtakes her cheeks is a better gift than anything that could be inside the bags in her hand. “Well, uh…maybe…”  
She finally gathers enough courage to get rid of the distance between you with a bright, albeit nervous, smile on her face. You half-expect her to launch into some long ramble about why she just couldn’t stop herself from buying an insane amount of gifts for you this year but she doesn’t. 
For once in her life, Kate Bishop makes things easy for herself.
“I didn’t think I was going to make it to the farm on time so I was just going to drop these off for you…” She holds out the bag for you and you do your best to calm the rapid beating of your heart as you take it.
“Can I open it right now or will you get embarrassed?” 
“Both,” she replies through a chuckle. “I would leave but I don’t want you to be lonely.”
“Right, because I’m the one who gets lonely.”
“Shut up.”
It’s both a blessing and a curse to have broken through the archer’s defenses and right now, her cute reactions are beginning to feel like a curse. Although, that might just be your unrequited feelings talking.
A slightly awkward silence settles over both of you while you rifle through the overwhelming amount of purple tissue paper until you find your gift. You’re expecting another expensive necklace, maybe a bracelet this time, but what you’re met with is the most thoughtful gift you’ve ever received…and probably the most thoughtful gift Kate has ever given.
What you end up pulling out of the bag is a leather journal with a beautiful engraving of yours and Kate’s initials. “Kate…is this-”
“Yeah, I, um…I couldn’t find a photo album that I liked so I sort of…made my own.”
You can’t stop yourself from flipping through the first couple of pages, caught somewhere between the euphoria of being given something so beautiful and the disappointment that comes with knowing it all only serves to fuel your love for the archer. 
Love you can’t express the way you want to.
Love that’s hidden between the pages of the journal you hold in your hands. 
You don’t notice and Kate isn’t really in a hurry to watch you read the series of rambles that make up her overdue confession so she lets the moment fade like she always has. It’s not like you can blame her for wanting to move on to something else, her lack of focus isn’t necessarily a secret, and you let yourself get carried away by her jokes and her stubborn need to make mac and cheese for you.
The archer manages to cook without setting your kitchen on fire and the two of you settle on your couch to watch the first cheesy Christmas movie you find. In all honesty…the movie is awful but the corny jokes make Kate laugh so you can’t find it in yourself to be too grumpy about the shitty writing.
Until the scene in front of you reminds you of the archer and her ex. You’re unable to hold back the jealousy-tinted snarkiness said reminder brings out of you. “I think Yelena watched this movie and then decided to be a dick just like the main character.”
Kate instantly turns toward you, staring at you with wide eyes that barely hide her amusement. “What?”
“What?” You feign confusion to avoid having to repeat yourself.
“You know what,” she replies with an eyeroll. “If I’m the one who got broken up with, why are you the one that’s still upset?”
“Because- wait, why are you not upset?”
Your uno-reverse of a response leaves Kate speechless for a few seconds and you prepare yourself for the series of jokes that will no doubt leave her mouth next. 
But Kate’s never been predictable.
“Because…she didn’t break my heart. She didn’t even own it in the first place.”
Her words spark the low flames of hope hidden in the depths of your heart. It feels impossible and if you were a believer, you might even say Santa’s on your side, helping to give you the one thing you’ve wished for more nights than you can count.
And yet you hesitate.
“What are you trying to say?” You ask, your voice so soft it borders on cautious.
“That I’m an idiot,” she replies with that same bright smile that made you fall for her so long ago. “And…I’d really like to kiss you.”
The world seems to slow down to a complete stop at that moment. 
You almost don’t even know what to do with yourself. Thankfully, you manage to kick yourself into action before the moment passes.
Kate’s awkwardness seems to disappear into thin air as she leans in toward you, meeting you halfway for the softest, sweetest, kiss you’ve ever had. And maybe nothing about it is perfect but it’s you and her and that’s all that matters for now.
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Hi!, how are you? So i saw that you have your request open can I request
Mama!Nat x daughter (around 3-4) in where on one of Natasha's missions she lost her memories and her memory stayed around when she left the red room so she doesn't know she has a daughter (duh), when she is told she can't believe it because she never though she would be able to have a child or they take her daughter to see her for when she wakes up and she finds out that she has a daughter that way. she feels insecure about being with her thinking she may hurt her So she avoids her. But reader insist to be with her mama angst with happy ending pls.
Hope you have a wonderful Christmas an new year🎉
Btw sorry for the bad grammar/English. it's no my first language
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Y/N: 4 years old ——————————————————
NO ONE'S POV "Please, auntie Wanda, I want to see mommy" Y/N begs, hugging Wanda's legs tightly and looking up at her with the best puppy eyes she can do.
Y/N's been begging every single Avenger, one by one, to take her see her mommy. Natasha's last mission didn't go as planned and she got badly hurt. She even was in coma for the entire 3 weeks, but thankfully she's much better now.
Though there is one problem… Unfortunately, Natasha doesn't remember the last years of her life… more specifically, the last memory she has is from more than ten years ago when she escaped the Red room.
Y/N's been begging and crying everyday, wanting to see her mommy. She knows Natasha's here on the compound as she saw how Steve carried her mama to Bruce after the mission.
"Y/N/N" Wanda sighs, lifting Y/N up and sitting her on her hip. "Honey, I know you do, but your mommy needs to rest" She kisses the little girl's head, receiving a whine as Y/N buries her head into Wanda's neck.
"I want mommy" Y/N cries out into Wanda's neck, making Wanda sigh once again.
"I know, bubs, I know"
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It took a few hours of begging, but Bruce and Doctor Cho agreed that they can't go on like this for much longer. Because the only one Natasha briefly remembers is Clint, he agreed that he'd be the one who tells the redhead about Y/N.
"How are you feeling?" Clint smiles at his best friend, sitting down on the bed.
"I'm fine, I don't know why I still have to be here" Natasha sighs, crossing her arms over chest. "Why are you here?"
"Can't I just come to see how's my friend doing?" Cling teases on which Natasha raises an eyebrow. "But yeah, I'm here to tell you something" He looks at the redhead, preparing himself to tell her about Y/N.
"Why are you looking at me like that? What is it? I feel like nothing can be worse than that I forgot the past 14 years of my life" Natasha sighs, waiting for Clint to speak.
"… We haven't really told you everything, Nat. There's something we left out, but we can't keep that from you anymore" Clint starts. "… You saved a little girl on a mission 3 years ago… She's spent here for about… 2 months and you decided to adopt her. She's 4 now and she's been begging us to take her to you. I know it's-"
"Wait. Wait. I adopted a child? Me?" Natasha asks shocked, not believing anything from what Clint has just said.
"Yeah, I-"
"Mama! Mama!" Y/N bursts into the room, Wanda running after her.
"I'm sorry, I turned around for 2 seconds and she was gone" Wanda explains with a sigh.
"Mama, I missed you!" The tiny girl says, attempting to climb the bed. "Mama" A whine escapes Y/N's lips after another failed attempt of climbing the bed as it's too high for her, holding her arms up for Natasha who's just staring at her shocked.
Wanda's quick to lift Y/N up, sitting her on her hip and holding her tightly as Y/N's trying to wiggle out of her arms and reaching her tiny arms for Natasha.
"N-no, no, I can't" Natasha panics, shaking her head.
"Calm down, Nat" Clint moves closer, trying to comfort his best friend. "Take her out, Wanda" He orders, Wanda nodding immediately.
"Want mommy! Mama!" Y/N cries loudly, kicking her legs and trying to wiggle out of Wanda's arms while the witch is carrying her out of the room again.
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A few days have passed since Natasha found out about Y/N and she still doesn't know how to feel about that. And now when she's finally allowed to leave the bed and get back to normal life, it seems even scarier.
Y/N, on the other hand, has been crying nonstop through the days. She just wants her mommy and everyone's been keeping her away again.
"Mama!" Y/N grins once she sees Natasha step into the kitchen, immediately jumping off of the chair and running to the redhead, crashing her little body into Natasha's legs.
"Oh, hi" Natasha says akwardly, carefully peeling the little girl off of herself.
It's not like she wouldn't want a child, but she just doesn't know how to take care of one. After all, she's never taken care of a child before… well, she doesn't remember it… so it's understandable that she's scared of it.
"Mama, I drew you lots of pictures. I'm gonna show you" Y/N informs, already running away for her drawings which makes Natasha let out a sigh of relief and she quickly makes herself something for breakfast.
"Hey, hm. You're Wanda, right?" Natasha asks, sitting down opposite the brunette who smiles and nods in response, so Natasha takes a deep breath before speaking again. "Clint told me you were the one who mostly took care of Y/N. I just… I just wanted to ask you if you could maybe take care of her for a bit more? At least a few more days please?" She asks, hoping to get a yes from the witch.
"Oh, of course. Y/N's such a sweetheart. If you need any help with her, I'll be happy to help you" Wanda smiles warmly on which Natasha lets out a sigh of relief, though the tiny footsteps that are approaching stress her out immediately.
"Look, mama! I have so many pictures for you!" Y/N informs, crawling on Natasha's lap which only makes Natasha panic. She has no idea how to hold the little girl, scared that if she wrapped her arms around her, her hold could be too strong and she'd hurt her. "This is you and me playing soccer, mama!" Y/N grins, pointing at the two figures on her picture before looking up at Natasha who only hums in response and gives the tiny girl an akward smile. "And this is us building a snowman!"
Of course Wanda senses Natasha's discomfort and calls her little niece to come sit back to her and to finish her breakfast which she's been eating before Natasha came in. Natasha mouths a 'thank you', shooting Wanda a smile before quickly finishing her own breakfast, disappearing into the gym without Y/N noticing.
"Where did mommy go, auntie Wanda?" Y/N asks after a while, looking around to find her mother.
"She needs to rest a lot, honey. We should leave her alone for a little bit" Wanda says with a sigh, already knowing this won't satisfy the tiny one.
Y/N pouts, jumping off of her chair, taking her drawings and running away, ignoring Wanda who's calling after her. She hasn't seen her mommy for weeks, she just wants to be with her. Why nobody understands?
The little girl enters Natasha's bedroom only to find it empty. There are ony two more places on the compound Natasha could be, so Y/N decides to check.
After not finding her mother in her office, Y/N ends up in the gym, smiling when she sees Natasha there.
"Mommy, you forgot the pictures!" Y/N informs, running to Natasha with her arms up. "Up! Mama! Up! Please!" The tiny girl pleads, jumping up and down in front of the redhead.
"Y/N, I… just put those drawings on the bench over there. I'll take them later, yeah?" Natasha says, trying her best to not hurt the little one's feelings.
Y/N nods, running away to put her drawings on the bench like Natasha wanted and then running back to her mama.
"Mommy, up please" Y/N requests, pulling out her best puppy eyes in hope to get some cuddles from the redhead.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. I can't" Natasha nearly whispers, hoping the little girl would just go away.
"But mama please. I want some cuddles" Y/N repeats again, tears filling her little eyes.
"Y/N, I said no. Please go away" Natasha sighs, slowly losing her patience as the little child is still standing in front of her with her arms up.
"Mama, please" Y/N pleads.
"What is so hard to understand? I said no. Go away" Natasha orders sternly, her voice raised a little bit which makes Y/N run away and cry loudly.
Natasha lets out a sigh after Y/N's cries die down, squeezing her eyes shut. She didn't want to make Y/N cry.
About an hour later Natasha leaves the gym, picking up the drawings from Y/N on the way. She throws them on her bed as soon as she enters her room, deciding to look at them after a shower. She really feels bad for making the tiny one cry.
Fresh out of the shower Natasha sits on her bed, taking all of the papers Y/N gave her and looking at all of them. She can't help the smile that forms on her face while looking at those drawings.
She spots a few more pictures hanging her closet, so she stands up and goes to look. She hasn't noticed them before as Clint only showed her where her room is this morning.
Now feeling even worse Natasha walks around the compound with hope to find the little girl somewhere. And after what feels like stepping into 100 different rooms Natasha finally finds the tiny girl in what seems to be her bedroom, laying on her bed and cuddling to her teddy bear while sobbing.
"Hi there" Natasha says quietly, sitting down on the bed on which Y/N just turns around and buries her head into her pillow. "Can we talk?" "Hm-hm" Y/N shakes her head.
"… Are you mad at me?" Natasha asks, gently placing her hand on Y/N's back and giving it a rub.
"Yes, because you're being mean and don't want to give me cuddles" Y/N mumbles out with a pout, finally looking at her mother with her puffy eyes.
"Y/N, I… I'm sorry, okay? I didn't want to be mean to you, but I just don't remember you" Natasha sighs, tears forming in Y/N's eyes again at the not very nice tone Natasha used. "No, please don't cry. I'm sorry"
"But I want you to give me lots of cuddles and be nice to me, because you're my mama" Y/N cries out, burying her head into her pillow again which makes Natasha think about whether should she leave or not. She's never been in a situation like this. What should she do?
"I'm sorry, please just stop crying" Deciding to stay, Natasha desperately tries to calm down the little girl somehow, but rubbing her back just doesn't seem to be enough.
Though Y/N's tears don't stop. She just wants more comfort from her mommy, so she crawls over to Natasha, sitting on her lap, wrapping her tiny arms around her and burying her face into her mother's chest.
"I… okay" Natasha carefully wraps her arms around the tiny girl which finally makes Y/N calm down and the redhead smile as Y/N's hug brings her this really nice feeling she doesn't remember feeling before.
"Mama?" Y/N questions, lifting her head to look at Natasha who hums in response, smiling a little bit. "Did you look at my pictures?" She continues, finally being in her mommy's arms making her forget everything that happened just a few minutes ago on which Natasha lets out a chuckle.
"I did, they're very pretty, sweetheart" Natasha tells the tiny one, receiving a huge smile from the little girl before she cuddles up to her, making Natasha smile.
It will surely take a while until Natasha learns how to take care of Y/N and it will surely be hard, but now the redhead knows she wants to try and be a mother to the tiny girl. And there was only one thing that made her realize… a hug from her little girl.
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I'm sorry it took so long. I hope you had wonderful Christmas and New year as well!! <33
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