natasha romanoff + full body shots
Pairing: Clint x Natasha
Summary: Natasha Romanoff always gets what she wants.
Notes/Disclaimer: Written for crazy4orcas for this fic meme (currently closed as of this posting) [#10 … pinning the other against a wall].
Thanks to Pamela for the beta work, as always.
Title from Natalia Kills’ "Problem."
Title: our memories are like a city
Pairing: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov
Word Count: 4068
Summary: They train us to learn things like this: nothing is sacred and nothing is actually real. There are masks behind masks behind masks, each one more layered than the other, and if you are smart, if you can figure out how to look past them, then maybe – just maybe - you can survive. [or, the world from Natasha Romanov’s point of view.]
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov
Characters: Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov
Author’s Note: Finally, I wrote a Clint/Natasha sequel to Here I Dreamt I Was A Soldier. It does function as a standalone fic as well, so you don’t have to have read ‘Soldier’ first.
The doctor in the ward gave her an indulgent smile that did not quite meet his eyes. “He can’t hear very well,” he told her. “And he might have trouble speaking. But he can write.”
It was a wartime romance, but now the war is over.
What I love about the The Avengers-end credits
except for the obvious detail porn...
Notice how part of Clint's bow is broken in the first gifs...
I like to think he broke it when jumping through that damn window.
Also note how the focus zooms from his bow to Tony's suit,
indicating this is Avengers-armory we see here.
Now I have that headcanon where Tony insists on repairing Clint's bow.
And Clint is all like, "Tony, I've done this myself for 30-ish years.
I'll be fine."
But Tony brags until Clint finally gives in.
And still uses his own bow whenever Tony isn't looking.
Pairing(s): Clint&Natasha friendship
Warnings: Violence, including animal death.
Remix of: طائر غريب (Strange Bird)
Summary: Natasha has always heard the voices of the animals around her, but when a bird tells her to trust the strange man pointing an arrow at her head, she does.
She grew up hearing their songs.
As a little girl, Natasha would lie in bed and listen to the mice, the rats who threatened to bite the sleepers in the Red Room. Others girls talked about their feet, the scratchy drag of sharp little toes across the concrete, but for Natasha, the songs were more striking.
There were other students—her sisters, they said—who had other problems— there was Olga who could see colors no one else could name, and Masha who sometimes set men on fire when they touched her, but Natasha heard the voices of the rats and the mice, and sometimes she could talk back.
couple of master assassins
Pairing: Clint x Natasha
Summary: It was cute that he thought he had gotten the upper hand, but Natasha knew how to play dirty.
Thanks to Pamela for the beta work.