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Because really, you can't get enough Clint/Natasha love.
I would like to submit my fic, the link to the entry is here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/906807
If ten people were to ask them about the first time they made love (and they were actually willing to answer), those ten people would get ten different answers. They’ll never tell. And they enjoy making up the lies they would tell. Based on something from Tumblr by brbshittoavenge.
TITLE: Here at the End of the World
FANDOM: Marvel 616
PAIRING: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov
RATING: Mature Audiences
WARNINGS: canon-compliant dark themes/violence (feel free to ask if you’d like to know more specifically)
SUMMARY: Clint saw Natasha before, of course, when she slipped into the clearing like yet another memory of the ghosts he carries with him now, a stinging brand over his heart. But he didn’t allow himself to look any closer then, didn’t allow himself to hope. An Age of Ultron fic.
NOTES: Prior comics knowledge not required. If you haven’t read the event, then look at this as a post-apocalyptic AU.
“You’re dead,” says Clint. He doesn’t put down his bow. This world has more than enough cruel tricks up its sleeve to erase the implicit trust he’d have in her under any other circumstances.
Natasha laughs, a hollow, silvery sound that aches deep in his chest. “Like I’d get that lucky.”
She takes a few steps toward him—a test, he thinks, or perhaps a challenge. He’s still got his bow leveled at her, could kill her in an instant at this range. The past few weeks of war have driven him to do countless unthinkable things, but even here he knows he’ll never be able to shoot Natasha. If it isn’t her, if this is a hallucination or a trap, then he’d rather die at the hands of an impostor. He curses under his breath as he lowers his weapon, knowing without question that she’s heard both.
“You always did have too much faith,” she says, almost smugly.
“Yeah, well, I’m still alive,” Clint snaps, feeling irrationally defensive.
“Right,” Natasha scoffs. “That’s the game, isn’t it? Stay alive long enough to watch the world die. Congratulations, we both win a prize.”
Title: Don’t shoot the messenger
Fandom: The Avengers, MCU
Pairing & characters: Clint/Natasha, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, few OCs
Type: established relationship, family, chosen retirement; third person POV (Tony); prompt fill.
Written for be_compromised promptathon, for the prompt: Clint and Natasha have retired from active duty. Maybe they have desk jobs, maybe they run a bar frequented by agents, maybe they’ve been hired by the private sector or they do another job entirely.Then the world is threatened.Suddenly Steve and Tony are at their door, asking if they want to suit up with the Avengers once more by sugarfey.
Summary: Tony didn’t really know why Clint and Natasha chose to retire from active service. When he did find out, it made all the sense. It sucked to be the guy asking them to come back and re-join Avengers. Tony’s POV; and sort of a prequel to Tony Stark’s adventures in babysitting.
Thousand thank - yous to my wonderful friend and beta reader shenshen77. She deserves all the awesomecookies. :D
Read it here at AO3! Feedback is always so welcome!!!
or robusta acri militia puella
An Avengers/Pacific Rim crossover (with apologies to Horace)
This and all previous parts can be found on Ao3.
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