#clintasha advent 2021

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Clintasha Advent 2021 💜🖤❤️ Day 25: Christmas

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Clintasha Advent 2021 - Masterlist

(gif not mine but one I love)

Day 1 - Weather - Clint finds Natasha suffering from heatstroke

Day 2 - Hiding - Natasha finds Yelena in hiding, Clint helps her cope

Day 3 - Friends and Family - Everyone comes home for Christmas

Day 4 - Supernatural/Magic - Maria finds something abnormal.

Day 5 - Time - Natasha has a panic attack on a peaceful day

Day 6 - Langauge - Clint gets caught not knowing the langauge.

Day 7 - Free Day - Part One - Early Shield Days - Relationship beginnings

Day 8 - Au - What if Clint and Natasha were both in the red room?

Day 9 - Domestic - Clint is sick, Natasha is worried.

Day 10 - Missions - Risky missions and the fallout

Day 11 - Colours - The world is grey until Clint shows her the colours.

Day 12 - Gifts - Gifts given freely

Day 13 - Hurt/Comfort - Tony and Steve watch over an injured Clint and Nat

Day 14 - Free Day - Part Two - Early Shield Days (part one = day 7)

Day 15 - Traditions - Natasha and Clint start a tradition

Day 16 - Around the World - 3+1 - Places Clint and Natasha will never go again.

Day 17 - Emotions/Moods - Natasha finds out the Red Room is back

Day 18 - Tropes - 3+1 - times they were opposites (and the one they’re not)

Day 19 - Furry Friends - Liho is not Natasha’s cat. Clint thinks differntly.

Day 20 - Free Day - Part 3 (Part One - Day 7/ Part Two - Day 14)

Day 21 - Senses - Clint likes touching Natasha

Day 22 - Food and Drink - Part One / Part Two (The Pineapple Saga)

Day 23 - Separations/Reunions - Natasha goes into quarantine, Clint stays too.

Day 24 - Signs - Reasons Clint wont let Natasha drive

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Day 25 - Secret Santa Fic (Not Part of Advent as is Clint/Nat, Clint/Nat/Laura and Natasha & Yelena, Clint & Yelena)

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For the Clintasha Advent 2021 I knew I had to do the prompt for “Separation/Reunions” because it fits these two so well. When they’re not on a mission with each other it makes the separation so much worse knowing they can’t cover their partner’s back, but it also makes the reunion so much sweeter. I imagine they go to get some food as soon as one gets back from a mission, where they can catch up and relax. 

[clintasha-week]

Clintasha Advent 2021

Okay lovelies, here we are with your daily themes!  Remember to tag your works with “Clintasha Advent 2021″ so we don’t miss any. And for any newbies who are joining us for the first time this year we wish you a hearty welcome! and also ask that you read the FAQs. There’s a few important restrictions in there regarding content we accept (chiefly no farm fam or OT3s please! We just wanna focus on Clintasha).

So without further ado we bring you the themes!

1. Weather 2. Hiding 3. Family/Friends 4. Magic/supernatural 5. Time 6. Language 7. FREE DAY 8. Alternate Universe 9. Domestic 10. Missions 11. Colours 13. Hurt/Comfort 14. FREE DAY 15. Traditions 16. Around the world 17. Emotions/Moods 18. Tropes 19. Furry friends 20. FREE DAY 21. Senses 22. Food & Drink 23. Separation/Reunions 24. Signs 25. Christmas/Holidays

[americana-gothic]

A Hawk’s Nest & A Spider’s Web

Clintasha Advent 2021 Day 2: Hiding

Excerpt Below

She remembers the first time she saw him, he's loud and boisterous. His voice catches her ears first before her head follows to see a charismatic blonde finishing a joke. It's a cheesy joke but the others around him laugh. She eyes them all in shock. How can rich socialites fall for a cheesy joke like that? She turns distracted once more as a man approaches her and strikes up a conversation. She pretends to be interested, enthralled by his work and he's trying to pick her up like every other rich socialite does by flaunting their status and wealth.

She smiles as a waiter interrupts and offers them both some champagne, she obliges as she glances over to the champagne glasses and looks briefly at the blonde man who skillfully pockets a black throwing knife. He hides it up his sleeve as if he hesitated or changed his mind about something. She swallows this charismatic blonde is obviously more than what he seems.

“Anyways I was wondering if you'd like to see it sometime?” he asks. Natasha smiles as she eyes the gentleman.

“Perhaps another time,” she says gently her hand briefly touching his shoulder before she slips away as she approaches the other assassin. She walks up to the group as he's now listening in to a man talk about business. The shady type of course, that's probably why they're both here. Obviously, they were hired to kill Mr. Barantsik, Hugo Barantsik. Up and coming mobster dealing with narcotics and small arms.

She laughs along with the others as Mr. Barantsik jokes. She compliments the joke in Hungarian fully capturing Mr. Barantsik attention. He looks down at her and smiles as he begins to strike up a conversation with her and she smiles as she drinks her champagne and she sees the charismatic blonde eyeing them. He looks nervous for a moment as if he knows his opportunity is slipping. She can see him crack his knuckles as he lifts his head and she wonders if he can understand what they are saying.

“Ah, I'm afraid I stole you from your friend over there,” she says in Hungarian. Barantsik looks over his shoulder and raises his thumb.

“Him? I just met the guy, friendly fellow, pretty funny,” he said happily.

“He looks quite charming,” she says eyeing him once more and this time, the blonde assassin rolls his head exasperated. He looks frustrated as he rolls his tongue and looks away. She smirks.

“Yeah, you can say that. Most arms dealers aren't usually that funny,” he admitted. Natasha's brows raise as she takes a sip of champagne.

“Arms dealer?” she repeats. “I don't know much about them but he certainly doesn't look like the type,” she says looking him over once more. He's dressed in a black suit, a plum dress shirt, a black tie. He's drinking champagne now as well as he's looking towards another group of people. “Hmph, he does dress nicely though,” she decided.

“Ehhh, enough about him,” Barantsik suddenly decided as he looked back once more. “Perhaps you would like to know me?” he decided. Natasha smirked, that's the in she was looking for.

[jeanbarton]

Rewrite the stars - Clintasha Circus AU

Clinton Francis Barton is one of the main acts of "Carson's circus of traveling wonders". The handsome young orphan is a well trained archer and also very good at the straps and the trapezoid.

One day Natasha Romanova and her abusive husband Ivan join the circus. He is an illusionist and she is his assistant.

Clint falls in love with her even if he knows, he can't have her. But the attraction is just too strong. And he soon finds out about Ivan drinking way too much and hitting Natasha. The same happend to his mother and he is not willing to stand there and just watch it happen again.

She tells him, that she never loved Ivan. It was a forced marriage. She is attracted to Clint too, but Ivan has a mighty family. She can't leave him or they would kill her... and Clint too.

He beggs her to run away with him. Will she do it? Can they rewrite their stars?

[justsomeclintasha]

Day 16: Around The World

Budapest is where she finds redemption.

Leaning back against the coolness of the air vent, she draws a slow breath. She won’t think about what happened- she refuses to- because she’s one step away from breaking and there’s no time for that. He moves beside her, shoulders barely brushing.

“You alright?” She swallows and looks away. Is she alright? Of course she isn’t is.

“Fine.” Neither of them miss the tremor in her voice. He doesn’t acknowledge it. A soft scratching draws her eyes back to the grid he’s carved in the metal. Pressing the arrowhead into her palm, he offers her a smile. “You first, Red.”

XXXXX

Madrid is where she learns to trust.

“You’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine.” She’s not fine. She stumbles, clutching the bathroom countertop with a shaking hand, the other tight around her side. Her eyes snap up as he moves towards her. “Stop.” He does, immediately. Sinking onto the ledge of the tub, she lets out a slow breath, considering her options. “Don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t.” Wincing, she peels the bloody shirt from her skin. He averts his eyes and busies himself with the first aid supplies.

“Don’t hurt me,” she repeats, more of a plea now than a warning. She sets a hand on his shoulder for support, watching him clean the wound on her stomach. Her fingers touch the hair on the back of his neck. “This would be a death sentence where I came from.”

“You don’t have to tell me.” He presses the bandage firmly on her skin and leans back on his heels, looking up into her eyes. “I won’t ever hurt you, Nat.”

XXXXX

London is where she takes the leap.

“Jump!” Without a second thought, she does, feeling his strong arms wrap around her. Dust kicks up behind them in a spray of bullets and they’re falling. She shoots out a grappling line. His body curls over hers as they crash through the window below, protecting her from the glass.

“Clint, shit, are you okay?” They stand up slowly, both breathing hard. His fingers linger on her cheek as he brushes a piece of hair from her face. Her eyes search his- not for injuries, not for pain. Something else. Without thinking, she leans up and presses her lips to his. Instantly, his arms snake around her waist, pulling her in closer, and despite the adrenaline and pounding hearts, the kiss is soft, and tender, and he kisses her in a way she’s never been kissed before. They break apart at the sound of gunshots getting near. He nocks an arrow on the string. She cocks her pistol, glancing his way. He nods.

“I got your back, Tasha.”

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Title: Long Road Home Filled: Clintasha Advent - Day 16 - Around the World - @clintasha-week Mood Boarder: Caiti Relationship: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff Rating: G Warnings: Mood board Summary: “At Christmas, all roads lead home,” Marjorie Holmes.

[widowsresolve]

Clintasha Advent 2021: Day 8 - Alternate Universe

Okay, as long as we don’t die, this is going to make one hell of a story.

Not so subtly inspire by Uncharted (A Thief’s End especially being on my brain right now), an adventurers/thief AU! Adventuring’s always better with a partner, and there’s all sorts of secrets and treasure out there to find…

[natasha-romanoff-deserved-better]

Clintasha Advent 2021

Day Seven: Free Day

CW for nightmares and mention of handcuffs

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It’s Lucky that wakes him.

Clint’s never been the lightest sleeper, but his brain has become accustomed to waking up at the sound of paws stretching softly at the wooden door. He thinks Lucky needs to go outside at first, but after stumbling out of bed, he finds Lucky scratching instead at the guest room door.

The guest room, where Natasha was sleeping. She had had a bad day, and had needed an alone night, as they call them. It wasn’t uncommon for either of them to occasionally need time to themselves, considering both of their pasts.

Clint squints at his dog, but follows his lead anyways and presses his ear against the door. He frowns, hearing Natasha’s heavy breathing on the other side.

“Hey Nat?” He calls out, tapping a knuckle on the wood as he pushes the door open.

She’s having a nightmare. That much is immediately clear from the way she’s kicking out and twisting her body, her head turned into her arm to muffle her sounds of distress even in her sleep. Her right arm is raised above her head, and Clint doesn’t need light to know she’s resorted back to the empty comfort of the handcuffs.

“Natasha.” He says, louder this time, as he approaches the bed. He knows it’s dangerous, but she’s caught too far in the nightmare to wake up on her own. Clint rounds the bed, coming around to the side she was facing, and places a hand on her shoulder to shake her, calling her name once more.

Natasha snaps awake and Clint stumbles backwards, narrowly avoiding the knife Natasha has somehow produced out of thin air as she slashes it through the air. Caught in the throws of her nightmare, she tries to lunge after him, but the handcuff catches her and jerks her back, keeping her confined to the bed. The force of it causes her to lose her balance and she crashes to her knees on the floor beside the bed.

“Shit, Nat,” Clint curses. He is quick to swoop down and grab the knife out of her hand, and she doesn’t resist. “Hey,” He crouches down in front of her, “You awake?” He reaches out and brushes her hair out of her face, pushing it back. Her green eyes blink back at him. “Ah, there you are.”

“I almost hurt you.” She whispers in horror.

“But you didn’t.” Even if she had, he wouldn’t have cared. He understands.

She doesn’t respond, so Clint stands up to rifle through the nightstand drawer until he finds the handcuff key. He jams it into the lock of the cuffs and jiggles until they pop open. Her arm falls free, and she curls it around her midsection.

“C’mon,” He gently takes her by the shoulders, guiding her back up to the bed. Lucky jumps on the mattress, and she flinches away from the dog. Clint is about to shoo him away, but Nat stops him.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Just a bit on edge still.” She confesses. She sends a half hearted smile to Lucky, giving him a pat on the head.

“It’s only 2am. Do you want to try to go back to sleep?”

Natasha glances down to her wrist, where the handcuff has left an angry red mark circling around it. “I don’t think I can.”

Normally, he would indulge her. Put on some goofy movie or suggest taking Lucky on a random midnight walk, but he knows she has a long day of security briefings tomorrow. He guides her back to lay down against the pillows, and then lays next to her. She’s confused, but he just continues, pulling the blankets back up to cover them. Then, he takes her wrist in his hand, wrapping his fingers around it, keeping his hold gentle enough to not irritate her skin further, but firm enough she could easily feel it. “Is this okay?”

She nods, a deep breath of relief finally escaping her as the tension drains. “Thank you,” She whispers in the dark, so quietly he almost misses it. He hums a response, broken by Lucky nudging his way into their tangle of legs.

[scaarletwiitch]

Five times Natasha thinks about it (plus one time she acts on it)

A continuation of Five signs Lila Barton misses (plus one she notices)

Rating: G Word count: 2,583 words Endgame: Clint/Natasha

One

2005

She steeled herself as she followed him down from the rooftop. When he had got her cornered, she had resigned herself to the arrow lodging itself in her throat and she wondered if it might be peaceful that way. Her body neatly cleaned up by an American crew that knew nothing of who she really was.

Then he had started talking, describing to her in excruciating detail all of the feelings and thoughts that she had never been given the vocabulary to articulate in any language. On the one hand his offer of defection sounded like an excellent way to get herself off the rooftop and out of the compromising situation so that she could turn the tables; on the other hand the offer was tempting. But when had SHIELD ever taken in a disgraced Russian agent? There was no telling that bringing her in alive wasn’t just a pre-text for torturing information out of her before disposing of her. Still, she was sure she had had worse than whatever the Americans could dream up.

It wouldn’t be so hard to overpower him. He had never dealt with the Black Widow before. He had believed the tears, shown concern over her shaking, and believed the pleading in her eyes when he had promised her hot tea and dry clothes back at his safe house while they awaited extraction.

She could seduce him. It wouldn’t be hard. Good looking Americans never were. They liked to believe themselves desirable to someone like her. It was the red hair, the accent, something about her felt like a conquest to American men.

Once she had him on his back it wouldn’t take more than his own arm guard to suffocate the air out of his body.

Just as she was wondering whether he’d be the type to go down easily or whether she might have to put on a bit of a performance to get him willingly on his back he turned and smiled, offering her a hand over a missing step.

Nothing about him suggested he was well enough trained for the trusting smile on his face to be anything but genuine.

Her gut twisted as she found herself smiling back as she took his hand and hopped the missing step. She didn’t need his hand.

She didn’t need his American intelligence agency either, but maybe she would like whatever kind of life it was that led to such easily given smiles.

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Clintasha Advent 2021

Day 5 - Time

(Tried something new, no dialogue. As always, gif not mine, warnings for description of a panic attack but not graphic)

6.00am.

Natasha wakes, feels Clint next to her and rolls to check her phone. It’s blissfully devoid of any messages and emails, and she turns onto her back, smiling at the ease of the Sunday morning.

If she doesn’t move, if she takes deep breaths, she can get back to sleep and, for the first time in a long time, can sleep in.

8.00am.

Clint yawns, and opens his eyes slowly. He’s surprised that he hasn’t heard an alarm or that Natasha hasn’t woken him up yet.

His heart stutters until his eyes land on her sleeping form. She’s sleeping in. He can count the number of times that’s happened on his hand.

He settles in close, gently touching her fingers, wanting contact.

10.00am

The coffee seems to hit different when it’s not rushed. Natasha sips it slowly, putting the TV on and sitting down, cupping it in hopes that fixes everything that ails her.

12.00pm

Clint grins and throws a pair of balled up socks at her. The washing now dried and their suits drying in the sun, they make plans for the day.

Clint tells her he wants to work on his arrows, he’s got a thought that there could be a flash bang arrow, like when it strikes anything the head would light up and stun whatever is pursuing him. She laughs at his idea and promises to help.

2.00pm

Natasha tells him to shoot again, the magnesium strikes the target and she shields her eyes against the light that emanates.

The giggle that breaks free makes her laugh too. She hands the last one they made over and he shakes his head. He hands his bow over, and hand over hand they’d shoot it together.

The warmth she feels as he embraces her, makes this one of her favourite moments of this day so far.

She melts into him and she’s knows he feels it.

4.00pm

The subject of dinner comes up, as she puts her book onto her lap and pauses. The discussion that seems to end in compromise or one person just caving to what the other wants, she has no opinion on the matter, having eaten a grazing lunch.

She’s met with grumpy derision until they finally decide on stir fry.

6.00pm

Clint chops up the vegetables as he throws the knife to Natasha. She grins at him and throws it back as he then starts to juggle three.

Turning on the radio for music for him to juggle to, she gets back to unpacking the noodles and sticking them in to pot.

The song changes and she’s frozen on the spot. She tries to suppress her breathing but control is slipping.

Images penetrate her mind as her sister’s favourite song comes through the radio. She’s standing. She knows she’s cooking.

She needs to pay attention.

Making an excuse she pads down the hall to the bathroom, feeling the wall as she goes.

The song shuts off but it continues in her mind.

Clint’s saving her again.

8.00pm

He finishes dinner.

The noodles expanded and cold are perhaps a little textural, but the chicken is cooked; and the vegetables are done.

Clint sighs, as he’s alone in the kitchen, dishing it into two bowls; even though he knows she’s not likely going to eat.

He presents it to her on the couch, as she gives a shaky smile, at least it’s not the ones that she masks with.

10.00pm

Clint carries her to bed.

She complains that she wants to walk but her arms wrap around him and her head buries into his neck.

He holds onto her as he turns the bedroom TV on, not trusting music again unless he has full control. He turns the channel to a long running serial they’ve seen time and time again, knowing the sounds of familiar voices may override whatever volume is going on in her head.

12.00am

The phone buzzes.

First Natasha’s, then Clint’s.

He’s first to check it.

Groaning softly, he turns to her checking her own phone and she holds up the message that reads debrief at 8.00am. They’re off to Italy in the afternoon.

Natasha reaches across and sets alarms on his phone, handing it back to him before doing the same to hers.

He kisses her gently and whispers goodnight.

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The sadness that you do not speak of, that haunts you in the ache of midnight, give it to me. I want to heal that. Nikita Gill

[fandom-took-my-sanity]

If I Ever Lose You

Four days.

It had been four days since Clint Barton, and the rest of his team had dropped off the face of the earth. With their comms down, and all outside communication blocked, no one knew where they were. All throughout SHIELD, agents were working tirelessly to locate the lost team, but there were coming up empty-handed. Everyone was frantic and on edge. But no one was as panicked as Natasha Romanoff.

“You will find him now or God help me, I will burn this base to the ground,” Natasha growled, daring Coulson to fight back. Unfortunately, he did.

“I’m sorry Agent Romanoff, but I’ve told you. The whereabouts of Agent Barton are still unknown. And all information on the search is classified, clearance level eight.” To his credit, he did look sorry.

“I don’t care that it’s clearance level eight, I want to know where my partner is,” Natasha was hysterical at this point, something that had never happened to her before. She usually kept her calm in difficult situations. But this? The possibility of losing Clint? This was too much for her to handle.

“Natasha,” Coulson spoke softer this time, dropping the formalities, “I know that you’re scared, I’m scared too. But the best thing we can do right now is to wait, and hope for his safe return. For the whole team’s safe return.”

She sighed, as tears slipped down her cheeks. She was sick of waiting, she had been waiting for four days. And still, there was no sign of Clint anywhere. No one was telling her anything and at this point, she was ready to burst. She had even tried to pound Fury’s door down in the middle of the night, trying to get information out of him.

But there was still nothing.

So here she sat, in Coulson’s office, sobbing because she felt so helpless. She had no idea what to do, how to help, if she even could help, or when Clint was coming home. If he was even coming home.

Natasha criticized herself for thinking that, of course he was coming home, but with this job came huge risks, ones that no one wants to take. Like losing the person that you love. And she did love Clint. Not that she had ever told him.

They had known each other for three years at this point, but not once had they considered being anything more than friends. Well, at least not that they had talked about. But she knew that she loved him. She had loved him for a while now, and she also knew that she couldn’t lose him.

Natasha sighed, taking another tissue. She just hoped that he came home.

>>>

“Are you sure, Nat?” Clint asked again, for what must have been the fifth time, “They’re saying it’s a really dangerous mission, and they need a really specific skill set.”

“Which is why you should go,” Natasha urged, “they need you.”

Clint nodded, finally accepting her answer.

“I’ll let Coulson know.”

Natasha turned over in bed, the memory haunting her. She had been so stupid just letting Clint go like that. What had she been thinking?

It had been two weeks now since there had been any sign of the team, and they were losing hope. Coulson had announced yesterday that the search effort was being reduced, due to the lack of results. Natasha had locked herself in her room after hearing this and hadn't come out since.

All she could do was blame herself, for letting Clint go. She couldn’t function, it was like life was moving on without her.

This continued for days, Natasha locked up in her room, feeling miserable. Food got delivered to her, but she barely ate. She just stared at the food with no appetite. Nothing tasted good, every important thing in her life was gone.

The one important thing in her life was gone.

And it was her fault.

>>>

Finally, good news came.

Five weeks after the disappearance, the team was located in a remote part of Africa.

3,000 miles from where their mission had been.

But it didn’t matter where they were, everyone was overjoyed by the news. A jet carrying an extraction team had been sent to retrieve them, and now all that was left to do was wait for a little bit longer.

Natasha was elated, but she didn’t dare let herself get her hopes up, in fear of what might happen. They still didn’t know what conditions the team was in. The only information they had (or at least, the only information that Natasha knew) was that the aircraft carrying the agents had been located. So that’s where the extraction team was headed.

She was finally going to see Clint again.

>>>

Natasha watched in anticipation as the jet landed, and lowered its ramp. She held her breath as she watched the agents file out, some with minimal injuries, walking over to those they had left behind. But others were being wheeled out on stretchers and rushed towards the medical wing. She counted as they exited the aircraft.

...13 ...14 ...15, they were all here. Except for Clint.

Natasha walked closer to the jet, trying to get a better look. She peered around the ramp and looked up into the inside of the plane. She still couldn’t see anything. By this point, the commotion had died down, and the landing pad was almost empty, save for a few agents still reuniting.

Natasha’s heart sank.

Maybe that’s it, she thought, maybe he died and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’ll never be able to tell him I love him because he’s gone.

Her feet felt impossibly heavy as she trudged away across the landing pad. All she wanted to do was go to her room, lock the door, and cry until she couldn’t feel anything. This was her own damn fault; she was the one who had convinced Clint to go on this mission. She was the one who danced around her feelings and would never admit them to herself, much less him.

My fault, my fault, my fault. Natasha kept repeating this over and over until she was at the door back inside. The doors slid open when she taped her key card on the reader, and she stepped into the building.

But then she heard it. Something that she was just beginning to process that she would never hear again. Far across the landing pad, came a distant:

“Tasha!”

Her heart speed up, and she turned quickly to make out who had yelled at her. Her eyes landed on his face, and she gasped.

Clint.

All thoughts left her mind as she raced towards him at full speed, almost knocking him over with the force of her when she reached him at last. He didn’t seem too injured, just a few cuts on his face and arms.

They didn’t say anything for a few minutes, they just held each other on the blacktop, both holding on as if their lives depended on it. And maybe they did.

When they finally spoke, they did so at the same time.

“I missed you,” Clint sighed.

“I love you,” Natasha finally admitted.

They pulled apart slightly, and looked at each other. Natasha was scared that she had said too much. Clint was looking at her with an unreadable expression, but she found out why soon enough.

After a few seconds of staring, Clint moved his hand up to Natasha’s cheek, rubbing his thumb across her lips.

And then he kissed her.

Natasha melted into him, sure that this is exactly where she was meant to be. Here, in Clint’s arms. Maybe the landing pad of their base wasn’t the most romantic place. Maybe they were doomed to end tragically. But it was either going to be forever, or it was going to go down in flames. And this felt pretty forever to her.

They pulled away after quite some time and rested their foreheads against each other. Natasha was too relieved to speak. She had almost lost him, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to do it again. Not when she loved him so much.

They were quiet for a few more minutes, simply taking time to be relieved that they were reunited at last. Natasha was a little concerned that she had moved too quickly. As soon as he gets back, the first thing she says is ‘I love you'? That was strange, especially for her. And if Clint didn’t feel the same way, where did that put them? Sure, he had kissed her, but Natasha wondered if that was a genuine kiss or an ‘I missed you’ kiss. Her mind was spinning, but her worries were put at ease a few seconds later.

Clint went in for another kiss, and she happily accepted. Except for this time when they pulled apart, they weren't silent. Clint leaned in and whispered like he had known since the day they had met,

“I love you too.”

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[clintasha-week]

Clintasha Advent 2021!

Hello lovely Clintnats! It's that time of year again: time for the return of the Clintasha advent!  From December 1st to 25th daily prompts will be posted and we will be RTing all of your amazing fanworks (just make sure you check the rules first as we have a few important restrictions).

The list of prompts will be posted next week so you'll have time to plan all the things!  So share this around, and let's get that holiday spirit pumping!

[americana-gothic]

Film Noir Alternate Universe

Natasha Romanov is an amnesiac who can’t remember her past and is searching for any remaining family. Clint is am ex circus performer who just made it big as a detective . She needs his help uncovering her past. However it seems her past is more dangerous then he initially realized. Will his skills as an ex circus performer come in handy? Is Romanov really just a dame with a plight or is she just another femme fatale?