fuck yeah hawkeye + black widow

when you fall, you fly [clint/natasha, 5646 words] by andibeth82  


Clint’s never made anything other than drip coffee in his life, but he figures there’s a first time for everything.

The coffee shop not!AU, in which making coffee is harder than it appears, Clint has never really had a normal job before, and eventually people find out what he’s been up to.

tagged as: #clintasha #fanfic #submission

Wash It All Away (5939 words) by samalander, enigma731 [AO3] 


Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov
Characters: Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov

Natasha shakes her head, trying not to give in to the emotions that surge in her chest, the kind of pride and affection she feels for this disaster of a man. He’s a joke, she thinks, a parody of a functional adult, sitting in his tighty-whities in his own kitchen, needing his face shaved by the assassin he’s foolish enough to trust.

* Written for the be_compromised promptathon.

tagged as: #submission #clintasha #fanfic

our memories are like a city [clint/natasha, 4068 words] by andibeth82 


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.]

After The Bombs (3151 words) by SugarFey [AO3] 


Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Mature
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.

Drawing gold from the dark (come inside) 

Title: Drawing gold from the dark (come inside)
Pairings: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & Kate Bishop
Rating: Teen and up
Word count: approx. 21,200
Summary: “Hey,” he says. He puts his most winning smile on his face and says cheerfully, “You here to make a bad decision?”

The corner of her mouth curves upwards in a hint of a smile and she says in a soft voice that makes something jolt under Clint’s skin, “I was hoping to, yeah.”

OR: that AU in which Clint runs a tattoo shop that Natasha stumbles into one day and then keeps coming back to, and Clint gets maybe a little too invested and Kate teases him relentlessly.

Read @ AO3

tagged as: #submission


times of joy and times of sorrow
so much we've been through



In which Clint and Natasha work undercover as barista and nanny.
Nat comes by Clint's breakfast joint everyday
for some secret message exchange.
Sometimes Clint will put something really embarrassing in that bag.


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.

 crimyami asked: "Why won't you look at me? (Clint To Natasha)"


"Why won’t you look at me?"

Natasha’s head is turned, her hand covering her quivering lips. Most of the time the assassin has the perfect poker face, the perfect little smirk to hide all emotion. This isn’t the time though. Not with Clint and not with what she sees.

The archer moves into her line of vision and asks again, “Hey, c’mon! Why won’t you look at me?” She turns her head again, shoulders shaking as she tries to hold it in.

She looks as if she wants to cry. As least, Clint thinks so. With a frown, he moves again so he could look at her. “Are you upset because I did something?” She shakes her head, which leaves him confused.

"Are you upset because something happened?" She shakes her head again, leaving him more confused. "Well, what?"

Taking a compact mirror from her purse, Natasha shows him his reflection. All over his face are drawings, mostly in black marker, of a Stark-style mustache and beard, along with other more colorful items. Though Clint looks horrified, Natasha finally lets out the laughter she has been holding in.

"What the fu- Stark! What the hell?" As the archer leaves, rightfully angered and hopeful the marker isn’t permanent, Steve walks in. Within a minute, the loud accusations and denials from Clint and Tony can be heard. That’s when Steve and Nat’s eyes meet and they start to snicker like kids.

"Not bad, Steve, not bad."

"How did you know it was me?" he says, a boyish, teasing grin on his face.

"I didn’t, not until now," she replies, her lips curled in a smirk. "There is something ultimately funny about Captain America drawing dicks on someone’s face though."

tagged as: #submission #fanfic #clintasha