#clintasha christmas

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die hard isn’t a christmas movie… or is it? 🤔

[quietlyimplode]

the language of flowers and silent things

Whumptober 2023: Day 30 - borrowed clothing

Warnings: (Christmas?)

Word Count: 3.7k (a long one friends) (Gifs not mine)

Summary: Christmas at the avengers tower

A/N: Please be kind to your fic writers. We are doing our best. Your words and comments mean so much. So if you enjoy it let us know (if you didn’t keep scrolling). One to go after this. <3 <3 thanks for being on the whumptober journey.

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2014

NEW YORK

CHRISTMAS

Natasha eyes the Christmas tree. Everyone was asleep, she’s sure of it.

She holds off on asking Jarvis, instead tuning into the cadence and quietness of the house.

It’s Christmas.

She knows the presents inside carry things inside them, but she’s taken back to the night in Ohio and compulsively picks one up to shake it.

It rattles and she feels her breath slow.

It’s not Santa, but Tony is just as good as.

There’s a tiny package wrapped in newspaper, her name written on it with a black marker.

She’s sure it’s from Yelena.

She even thinks she knows what it is.

“Come to bed,” she hears, and Clint stands in the doorway, his hair disheveled and face tired.

Natasha pads towards him.

“I got you something,” he says, pulling her close, “and now it’s Christmas, can I tell you what it is?”

Natasha nods.

“Only if I can give you something?” she replies.

Clint disappears, and Natasha finds the package she had wrapped in paper.

“You go first,” she says quietly.

“What are you doing on the 27th?” he asks, laying down and pulling her down next to him.

“I don’t know? Did Fury give us a mission? Do we need..”

He puts a hand to her lips and then reaches into his pocket.

“Nah, but we may be getting married,” he proposes.

Natasha’s heart stops as she eyes the rings.

One has a tiny arrow, and the other has a tiny hourglass engraved.the rings they had decided on months ago, she had completely forgotten about.

“What?”

Her voice gets caught in her throat.

She’d all but given up on the idea that they would ever be able to. The hope she had all gone and the presentation of the rings brought it back as a flush.

“We’ve organised most of it, Pepper and I, but she’ll need to talk to you tomorrow or the day after, just around how you want it to go…”

Natasha flings her arms around him.

“What— hey,” he laughs,

“We’re getting married?” she asks.

He nods, a tear pricking in the corner of his eye.

“Yeah,” he tells her.

“Let’s get married.”

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The food is what Steve feels he is drawn to. The Christmas meal has him sitting in the kitchen as he works alongside Pepper and Bruce to cook potatoes and green vegetables.

The two turkeys cooking smell so soothing that he keeps looking to the ovens to check it’s not just a sense memory.

They never had turkey, but they did have chickens his neighbor killed and gave them some of - a Christmas gift to the family.

In return, Steve’s mother had darned all their clothes to look presentable at church.

He smiles at the memory.

The community felt like the tower in this moment as he sets the table and hears Clint and Natasha talking and an heated conversation between Tony and Yelena about something he has absolutely no idea about.

He lays the last piece of cutlery down.

The man - Gus, Clint’s friend approaches him.

“Hello,” he greets with a friendly smile.

Maria wanders over to Pepper and Bruce and Gus sits down with a groan.

“Hello,” Steve replies.

“I keep trying to help, but everyone tells me to sit down,” Gus tells him, unprompted.

Steve nods.

“I think they have it covered,” he tells him, looking around, “would you want to come sit with me? Maybe you can tell me how you know Clint?”

Gus laughs.

“That’s a long story, did you know I taught him the magic he knows?”

Steve looks at him intrigued.

“Magic?”

Gus nods, then pulls two coins from Steve’s ear.

Delighted, Steve takes them and gestures to a seat near where Clint and Natasha are talking.

“Will you teach me how to do that?”

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Bruce looks over to Pepper, feeling nostalgic cooking with someone else.

“Did you know in Kolkata there is a dessert that they’re famous for?”

Pepper looks up intrigued.

“Sandesh,” he smiles, the memory strong of the sweet treat.

“We would eat it all together sitting on the floor, telling stories. More so on special occasions, but it’s times like those become memories, you know?”

Pepper smiles and places her hand on his.

“What did you like doing in Kolkata?”

The conversation flows easily, he’s never spoke a lot about his time there, but as he chats and laughs to Pepper, then as Maria joins in too; Bruce takes a moment and enjoys the feeling of happiness.

He knows it doesn’t come often, and likes to take stock when it does.

Bruce looks to Tony who holds a drink up in acknowledgment, and he nods back with a smile.

The man who made this all possible.

A man who, didn’t seem to judge Bruce on his alter ego- rather he embraced it. He had no context for this friendship. These relationships and community that surrounds him.

Pepper taps him on the back and hands him a plate of potatoes, then together they begin to set the food out.

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Maria spent time in Japan in her first rotation in the military. She remembers some of it, but the food, god the food she remembers the most.

She doesn’t remember having this conversation with Tony, that rice balls and ramen were her favourite foods but they sit in front of her on the table alongside a host of other foods, some that Pepper and Bruce prepared and others that had been catered.

The others slowly gather, taking their seats at the round table.

Tony and Pepper sit side by side, Bruce sits next to Tony, Steve on Bruce’s other side.

Maria watches as Natasha smiles, a rare sight. Holding her sister’s hand, almost dragging her to sit down, next to Steve, then Clint sits her on her other side.

Gus, the older man, who liked a chat, and brought a bit of magic to the table pulls out a chair for a Maria and nods to the food.

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?”

Maria smiles.

“I hope everyone is hungry.”

Tony stands once everyone is seated, holding his glass up and commanding attention as he so often does.

“I didn’t want to do this,” he opens, “given the attack, the… mission and everything that’s happened in the last month, it didn’t feel right to be celebrating.”

He looks down to Pepper.

Maria sees, when she really looks at Tony, the scared man that just wants to do right by his people. They were wrong to accept Ironman onto the Avengers and not Tony initially.

“It still doesn’t.”

Everyone looks somber, and Natasha holds his gaze.

“But where better to be than together?”

He shrugs with his one good arm.

“We aren’t alone in this.”

He sighs, “I’m glad we are all here and together, and I’m grateful for the company.”

Maria knows the truth under the words, and everyone nods in agreement.

He smiles, a fake one, Maria thinks.

“Let’s eat,” he announces, sitting back down and handing Pepper the broccoli.

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Gus hadn’t known that there'd be so many people here when he’d agreed. He’d tried to back out, stay elsewhere but Clint had insisted that he stay.

He feels he owes the child more than he knows.

The blow of his brother being dead had brought them closer together but it had clearly been at a cost.

He sees Clint, and is proud of him, and from the others stories tell, the people here in the tower see his goodness and strength of his character.

Clint moves away to talk to Bruce, leaving Gus leaning back wondering when he’d last eaten so much.

“He wants to give you something,” Natasha tells him, coming up behind him and sitting on the chair’s arm.

“The watch, he kept it safe,” she nods.

Handing him a drink, Gus looks up at her; Clint’s fiancé and smiles.

She seems so normal… despite the obvious.

He’s glad of it, though

Nothing like Edith, and nothing like Howard.

Someone… different.

She smiles easily and he feels immediately at ease as she continues.

“He told me what you did for him when he was little,” Natasha pauses, “I know it’s not my place, but I want to thank you for it. You became a safe person in a place of uncertainty and it saved him, and without you he wouldn’t be here with me.”

Gus takes her hand and kisses it.

“You credit me with too much,” he comments lightly.

“The only person that saved Clint was himself. If I had a small part to play in his life, then I’m glad for it.”

“The watch, it was given to me when I needed it. For Clint, he was always so fascinated with the story.”

Natasha laughs easily.

“It can’t be true, that story? The one you told Clint about the watch? Is it?”

Gus nods.

“Of course! Shall I tell you my version and not Clint’s abridged version?”

Natasha sits fully in the chair listening to him as he launches into the story.

It’s nice, Gus thinks, to be around people.

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After dinner, before presents, Pepper pulls Natasha aside.

“Can I show you something?” she asks, looking nervous.

Natasha feels the nerves but still follows Pepper into the tower, with a small look back to check on Yelena.

She’s talking with Clint and Natasha feels better that she’s not alone.

Pepper leads her into a room, a large one that Natasha hadn’t been before, painted a soft blue. Clearly, they had been staying in this room and not on their floor which was, perhaps; still being repaired.

There’s a large bag that looks suspiciously like it’s covering a dress.

Pepper notices Natasha looking, and pauses in front of it.

She lets her actions speak louder and unzips it to reveal a wedding dress, lacy and white.

“It’s beautiful,” Natasha says softly.

Pepper swallows.

“My mother, uh. My mother is dead,” she opens. Natasha had known this, but had never pried, Pepper had never seemed to want to talk about it and the subject of mothers was one Natasha felt was personal.

“She married my father, they were married til she died. She made this dress.”

Pepper swallows and brings the dress down. Gently she touches the intricacies of the lace and the way it blends into the skirting.

“I wasn’t sure if you had a dress, but if you want to, it’s yours to wear,” she offers.

Natasha’s stomach bottoms out, the generosity not lost.

“What?”

Pepper nods.

“It served her well, I want it to serve you well too,” she nods, holding it up and holding it to her.

“I think it will fit, but tomorrow… if not the dressmaker can make any alterations you need.”

Natasha starts shaking her head. It’s too much, too much to repay.

“No, I can’t, what about you? Don’t you want to wear it? Don’t you—“

Pepper holds up her hand.

“What better honor to share a dress with someone I know and love?”

In that moment, Natasha feels the tears and moves to hug Pepper.

“Do you want to try it on?” Pepper asks in the hug. Wordlessly, Natasha nods.

Taking the dress, Pepper points to the ensuite.

It takes a moment, before she exits.

“You look beautiful,” Pepper breathes.

She steps around, and pushes Natasha to a mirror.

Natasha can feel her gaze, burning directly.

“You can ask,” she tells Pepper quietly.

“Do I want to know?”

Pepper looks scars that moves from Natasha’s back, to her ribs; the four gashes gnarled but white and old.

“You can know.”

Natasha turns in the mirror and reaches across to touch them.

“Was it… was it from the Red Room?” Pepper asks tentatively.

Shaking her head, Natasha turns.

“The Red Room knew how to remove scaring, anything to make us perfect and unblemished.”

She touches the closest one.

“Clint and I were on a mission in Bucharest, we got captured by a militant group that enjoyed using whips as torture. When they saw how much it affected Clint when they touched me, well..” she pauses.

“It looks a lot worse than it was, and Coulson came for us. It’s just that those four were the deepest. There’s probably something they can do to fix it, just like the red room used to, but I don’t mind them.”

Pepper hugs her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers

Natasha smiles.

“Don’t be, I’m not. I like my scars.”

Taking one last look at herself in a wedding dress, she swallows and leaves to get changed.

“You’ll wear it?” Pepper asks, taking the dress and hanging it back up

Natasha nods.

“Only if you’re sure.”

The laugh that breaks from Pepper is one of joy, and she links arms with Natasha and leads her back to the others.

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He wishes it were different. Not the intense sense of dread that has been with him since the tower.

Pepper had helped, the movement of tower, how she’d moved things around so that it wasn’t the same.

The small differences that made it so he knew it was his home but also enough that it wasn’t the place that hydra infiltrated.

He didn’t want them here, but he’s glad they are.

He didn’t realise how much he valued his friends.

Adjusting his sling, he grows annoyed and takes it off.

He wonders just how hard it would be to build a motorised arm, and creates a schematic in his head as he watches everyone eat.

He wanted this.

He’s glad for this.

The people milling around him.

Pepper sees him, and even as she talks to Steve, she smiles at him; and despite the sorrow that pulls at him he smiles back.

Bruce hands him some water, and then his sling.

“You should be wearing this you know?” His friend berates.

“Got annoying,” Tony responds.

“It’s okay, you know? To fake it?”

Tony looks across.

“What?”

Bruce points to the mountain of presents and then gestures to the tower.

“Sometimes, faking it helps us to reset and allow others in so we can talk about what really matters and how we really feel.”

Tony looks down.

He doesn’t want to ruin anyone else’s Christmas with his sadness. And he supposes that it is sadness.

He’d usually just drink, but he’d promised Pepper to do better with that.

Be better.

So here he sits.

“The tower is your home,” Bruce continues; “and we all know what it means to you, to all of us.”

Bruce looks intently at him, like the next words are the ones that matter.

“I’m sorry they hurt it,” he says and the words hit deep.

“It’s silly,” Tony mumbles.

“Nah,” Bruce replies, “it’s not. Why do you think we have all worked so hard to be here? It’s our place too.”

It shouldn’t mean anything to Tony, but it does.

He watches Pepper and then Natasha and her sister.

The acknowledgment makes his heart slightly lighter. All the decoration and work Pepper had put into making this day what it was, brings him out.

It matters, not just to him but to everyone around him.

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The abundance is phenomenal.

Yelena takes a moment to absorb it all as she wants into the room. The tree and presents, the meal, the people. She watches as Natasha smiles easily, holds her drink and easily talks to those around her.

Only having talked to Tony and Clint, she stays more to the side, watching the others.

She doesn’t know what it is but breathing becomes difficult, she takes a step out, the balcony providing shock of fresh air.

She doesn’t belong here, amongst her sisters friends.

It’s too much.

The day has been too nice.

Everything too much.

She doesn’t deserve this.

The thought perseverates in her head.

Looking out over the skyline of New York, she feels sick and her vision blurs.

She feels a body at her side, of course Natasha knows.

“I don’t deserve this,” she says with belief; not wanting to look back at the abundance of food and gifts.

“I don’t…” she gasps, feeling Natasha hand grasp hers.

The hand drags her down to sit on the cold concrete.

It’s slightly a shock.

“I’ve done bad things,” she tells her sister.

“I shouldn’t be here.”

Natasha doesn’t say anything, instead she pulls her close, arm around her and rocks her gently.

“Breathe,” she says quietly.

“After all it’s..”

“The secret to life,” Yelena finishes.

The old saying from the martial arts instructor, who seemingly never left the Red Room, does help to slow her breath.

Being held by Natasha on the roof of a tower in the middle of New York in America seems so surreal.

Maybe that’s the point if it.

“You’re exactly where you need to be,” Natasha tells her, hugging her closer.

“It doesn’t matter what’s come before, all that matters is now. Okay?”

It takes a second, but Yelena nods.

The moment is what matters.

She doesn’t deserve this abundance.

But she knows, she’ll likely never have it again.

The moment is what matters.

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“Hello, old men,” Clint goads at Steve and Gus, laughing as they both frown.

“I’m not old,” Gus says indignantly, “and this man must be…”

Steve holds his hand out.

“I’m 94, theoretically, “ he laughs,

Gus looks aghast.

“It’s a super soldier thing,” Steve clarifies and Gus looks to Clint.

Clint nods, laughs, and passes two beers across, that both take gratefully.

“Come on, we’re going to open presents.”

Gus stands, “I didn’t bring anything?” he grumbles.

Clint clasps him on the shoulder.

“That’s because we said just yourself, now come,” he ushers pushing them toward the great room.

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There’s more presents than there were last night, Clint is sure. Tony stands dramatically at the balcony on the stairs with a fake bead and a Santa costume tailored to his body, and claps.

It takes a moment but everyone looks, and Tony looks smug.

“They’re colour coded,” he says happily, “so find a present and pass it around.”

As it turns out, Clint gets passed the purple presents and Natasha shrugs as she’s passed the red ones.

He watches Yelena get surprised with blue ones, and Maria with orange.

Bruce’s are predictable green, whilst Gus’ are yellow and Peppers are gold and shiny.

Clint wants to hold this memory.

Remember it forever as he watches his friends smiling and laughing.

He looks Tony who had descended the stairs and helped pass out the presents.

The presents that aren’t colour coded take a few more minutes, but no one goes without, as everyone starts to open them.

Tony’s pile of presents is not colour coordinated, he didn’t bother to get anything for himself, but the presents that sit in front of him are perhaps more sentimental because of this.

Clint sits back, wanting to just watch.

He’s happy.

Despite the trauma of the last week, the frustration of losing the sceptre, he watches his friends; his family smile and laugh.

Natasha sits next to Yelena.

The tiny package in hand and she passes it across.

He watches as Yelena opens it, and freezes.

He thinks she’s overcome with emotion as her bottom lip turns up, and she looks to Natasha for assurance.

The little photo frame with both of them as children sitting in it.

Natasha then shows her its matching pair, one for each of them.

It was an idea she thought of as she looked carefully at the pictures.

It was his turn he supposed.

He turns to Gus opening a present of engraved playing cards, the man looks delighted

Clint holds out his own.

“Open this next,” he prompts.

Gus looks at Clint and looks to the present.

“I think I know what it is,” he says, taking it from Clint and opening it carefully.

“This watch,” he says slowly, “is not mine any more, it’s yours.”

Clint shrugs.

“I said I’d get it back to you?”

He promised, and a Barton always keeps his promises. This one anyway.

“Fine, but you have to wear it one more time, okay? Something borrowed.”

Clint laughs and nods, then hands him another present.

“This one next? It’s from Natasha,” he smiles.

Gus looks slightly overwhelmed, and takes the gift from Clint.

It seems it’s not the only photo frame she’d had made up.

The picture of Gus, Clint and Barney standing under the big top with them all looking serious, gives him pause.

“How did she—“

Clint smiles at his joy.

“I think these things are a lot easier when you know technology and have some super computers behind it,” he admits.

“I’ve got to thank her,” Gus says, standing and leaving Clint to look on.

As far as Christmas’ go, he’s glad for the memories of this one.

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Natasha watches Tony, worried at how pensive he looks.

He leaves for the balcony and she follows him.

The others seem to mull around them, some cleaning in the kitchen, other sleeping on the couch.

Steve plays with his new iPod, sitting with Maria and together loading songs into it.

She doesn’t know why but the scene makes her smile.

She catches eyes with Clint who sits close to Yelena, both of them throwing Yelena’s new throwing knives at a target, with Yelena growing more frustrated at Clint’s inability to miss.

She nods and he smiles and grabs a blanket as she steps into the cold.

He turns to her and nods.

Sometimes things don’t need words.

Sometimes it’s about those who have lived lifetimes with you.

She wraps the blanket around them both, sitting on the swinging chair and listen to the sounds of the other and sounds of New York.

“We’ll get them, you know?” she promises.

“Yeah,” Tony says quietly.

“Merry Christmas Tony.”

“Merry Christmas, Nat.”

[writerkenna]

Merry Clintasha Christmas!!

[multifandomnonsense]

Apologies in advance for the long ask but could you maybe write an Avengers fic with 1, 9, 11, 13 and 19... (most of those can just be references or brief comments lol) and with the og avengers group (cap, tony, nat, bruce, thor, clint, scott, sam + like bucky and pepper) I just would like to read some fun found family avengers Christmas (with a bit of stucky and clintasha thrown in if you want) ur writing is awesome btw :)

Alright I finished the last one! Merry Christmas I hope you like it. Also thank you I’m glad you enjoy my writing!

The text from Tony to the Avengers had stated that they all needed to be at the Avenger's headquarters at 10 am on Christmas Eve, to wear their ugliest Christmas sweater, and they were welcome to bring some kind of food if they wanted. He’d followed it up after a few seconds with another that said “And before you ask Capsicle yes you can bring your stupid husband”. They didn’t get any other details after that other than he promised he could get them to their families by Christmas morning so they didn’t need to worry about flights if that was necessary (that only really applied to Sam though since he had his sister and nephews).

When Christmas Eve rolled around Steve found himself entering the headquarters with a plate of freshly baked Christmas cookies and his husband Bucky, wearing a red sweater covered in reindeer. Bucky’s was a Hanukkah featuring a cat playing with Dreidel that Steve had gotten him because of how much his husband loved their car Alpine. He didn’t really expect the other to wear it too much but he loved it.

Most of the others were already there when they arrived, seated on the couches in the sitting room. Someone, probably Tony since he organized this, had put up a tree in the corner of the room and some other festive decorations. Christmas music was playing from a speaker he couldn’t see. Some food was already out on the table and the Avengers who had arrived were chatting about something he didn’t hear because Tony interrupted to greet them as they approached.

Continued on AO3

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A big fat—

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

—To my mutuals! Today Clint and Nat are eating Christmas cookies while they watch the team open their Christmas gifts.

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Finally up later than intended because I couldn’t think of a title, the final fic of my twelve holiday fics is now up! This one’s Clintasha all throughout with a sprinkling of some familiar faces. Hope you all enjoy it! And happy holidays!

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Clintasha Advent Day #2 - Decorations

Part Two. @clintasha-week

“He’s probably going to kill himself,” Yelena said with a snort as they watched Clint stringing lights across the rooftop. “Natasha, are you really going to let a man you un-ironically called the love of your life die because of a stupid holiday tradition?”

Next to her, Kate laughed. The three women were watching, alarmed, as Clint Barton brought Christmas to their little rented home. After he and Natasha had come home from their holiday stay-cation, Kate and Yelena had confronted them about being busy-bodies and getting involved in their budding relationship. Now, the four of them were spending Christmas in the countryside and Clint was trying to decorate the house they rented, hanging lights from the roof. 

“He wanted to give you a nice American Christmas,” Natasha said, arms crossed. “Shut up and let him do it.” 

“He only did because he felt bad about stalking us,” Kate murmured. “Because he thought your sister was going to defile my honor or something.”

Which was ironic, Natasha knew, given that her sister was asexual and her relationship with Kate was new, something the girls were trying to figure out on their own. There was no defiling just two adorably confused young women.

“He didn’t think she was going to defile you,” Natasha hissed, hoping Clint didn’t hear. Even though Kate was about to turn twenty-three, the idea of her having a relationship sent Clint on edge. He saw her as a kid or something, but Natasha understood. Her sister was older, but she was just getting used to living life outside of the Red Room’s control. “He was just worired about the type of trouble you two could get in. Now, let him put up some twinkly lights. It’ll make him feel better.”

Clint, on top of the roof, groaned so loudly that they could all hear. 

“Can you stop gossiping and get up here to help me?” he asked. “I’m not going to kill myself, but I could use a hand.” 

“Of course, honey,” Natasha laughed, heading for the ladder.

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Clint And Laura (Claura) Masterlist 2

part one

blow a kiss ; fire a gun (ao3) - daredoll M, 12k

Summary: First day on the job and she gets handed a train wreck; you could say that Laura Mitchell’s hard work hasn’t exactly paid off in the way she expected it to. Still, she’s read the SHIELD handbook at least eight times by now so she’s sure she can more than handle some upstart carnie with a bow kink who somehow managed to beat her training score without even going through the academy.

Spoiler Alert: she’s wrong.

Distraction (ao3) - woamx G, 875

Summary: Clint gets a phone call right before having to go out on the field with his teammates.

Five Years in a Blink (ao3) - Gnb_rules M, 3k

Summary: Laura knows the world has changed in the past five years, and in the days after she and the kids return from The Blip, she realizes that she needs to learn how much of her husband has changed as well. Clint/Laura, post Endgame. Mentions of a very loving and deep but platonic Clintasha friendship. Please see tags for more info/warnings.

here is my hand that will not harm you (ao3) - andibeth82 T, 18k

Summary: It starts the day they assign him to Laura Morse.

It starts as something he wants nothing to do with.

And then, it becomes something more.

I'm Not Going Anywhere (ao3) - aberrations_reality T, 3k

Summary: They swore they were going to take it slow. They did. They really did. But Clint has always been terrible at planning; has always had the worst timing. At this point it was probably a curse. So it only made sense that the second he pulled out the ring the window shattered in a spray of bullets and glass.

Never far from home (ao3) - RedBatons T, 112k

Summary: Clint is crazy. Laura already knew this. But this time, Clint was seriously out of his mind crazy. He had one job, to kill the deadliest assassin known to man. And then he decides to keep her like a lost puppy found on the streets. But Laura trusts Clint. The Black Widow, not so much. A story about Laura and Nat's friendship over the years.

One thing, and three people that Laura loves (a non exclusive list) (ao3) - Maia_saura G, 1k

Summary: Laura loved math. She had loved math since the second grade. Other than an intense but ill-advised fling with theoretical physics right before the start of her graduate program, she and math had shared a rewarding and monogamous relationship.

Reconnecting (The Reclamation Remix) (ao3) - Huntress79 M, 2k

Summary: Sometimes, Laura thinks she has two babies instead of just one - her husband’s lingering trauma from his latest mission makes life at the farm not exactly easier, for no one. Until one night, it does. Or: how Clint and Laura overcome trauma and reconnect with each other.

she sees better from a distance (ao3) - andibeth82 T, 8k

Summary: This is the story everyone knows: Clint Barton is SHIELD’s best sniper. Laura Barton is the simple girl who fell into his life and learned to deal with aliens and spies; with secrets and firearms and security.

In this story, Laura Martinelli is SHIELD’s best sniper. Clint Barton is the man she falls in love with, and he’s never even heard of SHIELD.

Sleep Number Rule (ao3) - RecessiveJean T, 7k

Summary: Farm or not, Clint always had a firm policy against bringing home strays.

Well.

Firm ish.

The Ghost of Christmas Past (ao3) - mitchpell T, 28k

Summary: Clint takes his children to New York City to see Rogers: The Musical.

The Girl at the Circus (ao3) - Hogwartswonderland N/R, 3k

Summary: At the beginning of their partnership, Clint told Natasha a story of a beautiful acrobat nicknamed Rapunzel and how he fell in love with her. Five years later Natasha still doesn't know how the story ends. Well, until now. Otherwise the story of how Natasha met Clint's family for the first time.

This little light (ao3) - Builder G, 1k

Summary: “Daaaad!”

The complaint has Clint turning on his heel.  “What now?”

He looks at the coffee pot still in his hand and wonders what the fuck he did with his mug.  And more urgently, how the fuck is he going to get the coffee into his body without it.

we belong to those who live (ao3) - daughterofrohan G, 2k

Summary: The absurdity of the fact that he’s crying in his kitchen with the assassin sister of his dead assassin best friend who was hired to kill him and has only just recently decided not to do it after all almost makes Clint laugh.

You're Here Where You Should Be (ao3) - paperairplanesopenwindows T, 1k

Summary: Summary/Prompt Used: Natasha’s first Christmas with the Bartons + Clint and Laura’s first Christmas with Cooper doesn’t go exactly as planned + (an itty bitty little bit of) If love is for children, then so is Christmas. Clint’s determined to convince Natasha otherwise.

you were more than just a short time (ao3) - mayadrinkswater G, 2k

Summary: laura barton is all-too-familiar with the antics of her husband and his best friend. they always, even in the most serious and near-fatal of missions, come back with a good story. they've perfected their ability to recall them, too, in a near perfect push-and-pull that almost seems rehearsed even though laura knows that it isn't. laura never expected to miss it so much.

or

three times clint and natasha bring a good story home and the one time clint brings a new stray home in the form of kate bishop

[stoplookingupforheaven]

ty for the tag @poppy-inmyhair ur a treasure 💜

three ships: clintasha as a qpr, jukebox, lewis hamilton x wdc 8

first ship: p sure it was jily

last song: thelma + louise - bastille

currently reading: way out there in the blue by frances fitzgerald

last movie watched: ermmm i’m p sure it was the muppet christmas carol

currently consuming: nothing i just got back from lunch

currently watching: the mayor of kingstown, with my roommate

currently craving: water

@holdingontoheart @cuddlingsun @cyncity2000 @i-know-how-my-story-ends if y’all wanna take a spin at this 💜 no pressure!

[caiti-creative-corner]

Title: Wintering in the Country Filled: Clintasha Advent - Day 2 - Decorations - @clintasha-week Mood Boarder: Caiti Relationship: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff Rating: G Warnings: Mood board Summary: “What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future. It is a wish that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace.” Agnes M. Pahro

[quietlyimplode]

Clintasha Advent (6)

Prompt Clint & Nat in her early Shield days: she doesn't understand the act of giving presents without expecting anything in return and/or doesn't want to accept a present as she doesn't want to be even more in Clint's dept (in her way of thinking). Have a wonderful Advent season!

For/Prompter: @callousedhandskindhearts

Warnings: much of this is under the cut because a lot refers to quid-pro-quo gifting, and what that meant for the girls in the red room. There is nothing graphic in there as it’s all conversations.

Word count: 680

A/N: if I had the time, I’d make this longer. I hope your advent season is also lovely.

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Clint looks at the candle Maria shows him.

“I think she needs something different than a candle,” he tells her, smelling it then putting back.

The shopping centre felt like a bust.

“What are we going to do with her at Christmas?” Maria asks, holding up another for him to smell.

“She’s not a lost dog,” he replies disdainfully.

“Do you think she even understands the concept?”

The words feel offensive to Clint as he looks at his friend with a disapproving frown.

“I’m not being mean,” she starts.

“I’m just saying, that if you give her something and she has nothing to give you, do you think that she’ll feel obliged to give you something… you know, in the way that she previously been made to?”

Clint feels his heart sink.

He understands what Maria is getting at.

“You’re not being mean, but calling her a whore?”

Maria hits him.

“No, you know that’s not what I meant. I’ve been by your side for this journey. I’m the one that’s been debriefing her, just like you have, and we both know how she reacts to being given things. She either doesn’t take it, or feels the need to give something back. Remember the bed incident?”

Clint remembers.

Natasha hadn’t slept in it until he flat out asked her why.

He wishes he hadn’t heard it.

How the girls of the red room had to earn their bed and then been chained to them. How’d she’d asked, standing tall across for him if Sheild was the same.

He’d wanted to be sick as he hold her no, nothing in the room required any sacrifice of self.

Clint stops in front of the books and groans.

“Can you talk to her about it?”

Maria picks up a best seller and puts it back.

“Me? Why can’t you?”

Clint shrugs, “I dunno, it just feels weird.”

Rolling her eyes, Maria agrees, she can read in between the lines, and knows the looks between them.

She throws the candle at Clint.

“Get this for Coulson,” she laughs.

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Maria waits until she’s driving in the car with Natasha, the invitation accepted with encouragement from Clint and suspicious look.

Maria gets the feeling that Natasha only agreed because she wanted to say something too.

They’re ten miles into a drive before Natasha speaks.

“Clint is going to get me something for Christmas isn’t he?”

Maria hazards a look at her.

Natasha’s eyes look out the window.

“Does it worry you?”

They may as well cut to the crux of the matter.

“Yes.”

Maria wants to put her at ease, but likely it’s not the easiest thing to do.

“Would you prefer he didn’t?”

Natasha doesn’t answer straight away.

“Where I come from, presents and gifts don’t mean what they do here. To accept it, it means unlearning a lot.”

Maria is quiet.

She understands.

She doesn’t want to.

“Does Christmas have the same… trauma?”

Maria knows it’s the wrong word and probably too forward but she’s wondering if there’s a way that they can celebrate without triggering her. Without it being a day that Natasha would rather stay in her pyjamas and read a book.

The non answer is probably all she’s going to get.

“For the record, it doesn’t mean the same here, a gift is just a gift. Nothing needs to be reciprocated, you’re not in anyone’s debt.”

Maria turns into the car park.

“I’m always in his debt. These little things just cement it further.”

Maria opens her car door, then moves around to Natasha’s.

“Why are we here?”

Maria nods to the large shopping Centre.

“I’ve got some shopping to do, and you’re going to help me.”

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1/ Clint/Nat/Laura + traditions

2/ Clintasha + temporary blindness

3/ Clint/Nat/Maria + traditions

4/ Natasha and Yelena watch the stars

5/ Clintasha - stab wounds + wrapping presents

[deafarcher]

get to know the mun

what’s your phone wallpaper : Clint Barton, and art of an feline ranger on my work phone

last song you listened to : Assemble by Alan Silvestri

currently reading : Hawkeye (2012), multiple clintasha fanfics

last movie : last night I tried to watch Captain America 3. Last movie I finished was Black Panther 2. I think.

last show : Ultimate Spiderman (actually watching it right now)

craving : ice cream

what are you wearing right now : capris and a humorous Christmas t-shirt

how tall are you? : a better question would be how short I am (4 feet 11.9 inches)

piercings / tattoos? : no tattoos, one set of ear piercings that have healed over

glasses ? contacts? : yep i wear glasses

last thing you ate? : currently eating cinnamon candy

favorite color(s)/shade : purple, blue, red, black (so basically bruises are my favorite colors....)

current obsession : Hawkeye, Black Widow, perler beads, Steve Rogers' shield

any pets : five cats, two dogs, about 12 chickens...

do you have a crush right now?: only on fictional characters and other people equally unavailable to me

favorite fictional character: Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Phil Coulson, Eowyn, Lukas

tagged by: @redxinmyledger and @hellsxbellsx

tagging: @icouldkillyouwiththistray @born-to-be-mischievous @manymusesbym @stripesofbrooklyn

[writerkenna]

This year MCU Carols ideas are:

Christmas Wrapping-Clintasha

O Holy Night-thorbruce

What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve-Kate & Yelena

I Have a Little Dreidel-WandaVision domestic/no powers AU

Must Be Santa-Wilson Barnes Family/sambucky

Santa Baby-Stony

We will see how many I actually write!!!

[stasiachan14]

I could use some Clintasha chatter today, especially gearing up towards Clintasha Advent!! 😍 So, what are some tacky/cute Christmas things you could see them doing, individually or together?

[scavengerssuccotash]

In your Clintasha head canon: is there a Kate Bishop? How does she fit into the dynamic?

Kate’s definitely the adoptive child of Clint and Nat. I picture it as akin to the Peter and Tony father/son mentor/mentee dynamic. I haven’t quite figured out her role yet for my fanfic universe but it’s something that I’ll need to think more about in the future (Sightline hasn’t even hit the Avengers movie yet!)

They would take turns training her, Nat with her fighting style and Clint for targets. Though they intermix their teaching styles constantly so overall Kate gets a very well rounded education befitting two ex-SHIELD agents, Avengers, on ex-Russian spy and one ex-outside the law carny.

Of course Kate idolizes Clint, much to the amusement of Nat. (Clint’s just baffled the poor man.) All three of them will have Christmas dinner together sometimes, and Kate visits the farm often enough that Lucky knows she’s coming by the sound of her car.

Eventually when Clint decided to hang up his bow for good, Kate gets his blessing with the Hawkeye mantle. Clint and Nat will sit in the sunroom he built and remark about how fast kids grow up these days when they read about the Amazing Hawkeye stopping a terrorist or other big deal crime boss.

“Look Clint, she kept your quiver!”

“That old thing?! Huh, would you look at that!”

“Awww are you getting teary eyed old man?”

“Shut up no!”

“You’re such a softie, ястреб!”

(He totally was!)

Overall pretty happy and good dynamic. Gives me a lot of the domestic!Avengers vibes of old 2012 Avengers fics!