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I need a clintasha fic rec as good as We Were Emergencies.

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And yet she's still the one that got screwed over by Marvel 😮‍💨

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don’t fall into her web.

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Budapest by ~nami86

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Hello dear writer! Please, help me 😭

Since Endgame I have this vivid idea that I simply can not write: AU!Natasha keeps dreaming about the events of endgame, especially her own death. In this alternative universe there's no avengers (she's still probably in the red room?), so she doesn't know Clint. But she feels like she needs to, because of what she felt in her dream when the other Natasha died.

Thia idea came because of this verse of a song called "funeral song" by the rasmus:

"I died in my dreams. What's that supposed to mean? Got lost in the fire. I died in my dreams. Reaching out for your hand. My fatal desire"

Don't know if this will be of any interest to you, but thanks for the opportunity anyway ❤️

the wheels have begun to turn

I’d like to do this just after Nat’s defected to S.H.I.E.L.D. Maybe Clint and Nat are growing closer as friends when she starts to have the dreams; perhaps an effect of the two worlds converging? And because of this, Clint starts to have dreams too, which terrifies him. He’d thought they were just nightmares, but now he’s seeing the same thing from the other Clint’s perspective.

Definitely a multi-chapter fic. I’ll see what I can do!

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AVENGERS: AGE OF ULTRON (2015) dir. [REDACTED]

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She rolls over to look at the time on her phone, wondering what woke her. It’s raining, but the quiet pattering on the window is more soothing than unsettling. There seems to be no immediate danger. No lingering fear from a nightmare. She kicks off a corner of the blanket to cool her bare feet.

And there it is.

A whimper, soft and pained, coming from the next room over. The walls are thin. She can hear the noise of the archer tossing and turning, and she debates on waking him. She’s no stranger to bad dreams.

Is that what he would want her to do?

She doesn’t know him very well yet. On one hand, it will stop the nightmare, but she doesn’t want to embarrass him or pry too much. She rolls onto her back and stares at the ceiling.

“Stop.. stop, please…” His voice fades off and the rustling stops. She’s just starting to doze off again when a broken sob sounds from the next room. Before she even registers what she’s doing, she’s standing next to his bed.

“Clint? You alright?”

He doesn’t respond, and she reaches out to touch his shoulder. Big mistake. His eyes snap open and he throws her to the floor, scrambling across the covers and falling off the other side. Heart pounding, she crawls around the bed to get a better look.

“Clint it’s me, it’s Natasha, it’s okay.”

Wild eyes look at her from behind a knife. She’s never seen his hands shake before, but they tremble now, and he squeezes the handle tighter. His chest is heaving and his forehead is sweaty. She stares at him. He doesn’t blink.

“The fuck are you doing in my room?”

“I.. I’m sorry, I-“

“No, no, that’s not what I meant to say.” He drops the knife to the floor with a clatter and pulls his knees to his chest. Suddenly he looks very small. Unsure what to do, she leans back against the wall and watches him.

“You can go back to bed,” he says after a while. She shrugs. The floor isn’t comfortable and her back is getting stiff.

“Don’t want to.”

“Kay.” He ducks his head to wipe his eyes in privacy, but doesn’t ask her to leave. “I’m capable of doing this job.”

“What?”

“I won’t let it affect the mission.”

“I know that.”

“Do you?” he asks sharply.

“You’re not the only one who gets nightmares.” She says it casually, but it’s a small tidbit of information he didn’t have before, and it’s easier to share secrets in the dark. He sniffles.

“Sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s alright. I can make us some tea if you want?”

“Coffee.”

“It’s three o’clock in the morning. There’s still time to sleep.”

“I can sleep after coffee.” She rolls her eyes, extending a hand to help him up. “Thanks, Nat.” The nickname is unfamiliar but not unwelcome.

“That’s what partners do, right?” she offers. He squeezes her hand once before letting go, and she can’t help but return his smile.

“That’s what friends do.”

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It was bad. -Maria

Clint scowls at his phone and tosses it on the coffee table.

Of course it had been bad. Because why would they send Natasha on an easy mission without him? If only he hadn’t broken his wrist last week. If only Fury believed he could still be useful with one working arm.

He could, mind you.

The sound of the lock turning pulls him from his thoughts. Natasha steps inside and drops her duffel bag on the floor. Her hair hangs in damp curls over his sweatshirt, rolled at the cuffs to fit her small frame.

“Hey. Survive here without me?”

“Barely. I’ve eaten nothing but pizza for the last three days.”

She moves to sit on the couch next to him. Dog Cops plays in the background, volume off, subtitles on. Absently, he scratches his skin near the top of the cast. It doesn’t really itch at the moment. She picks at her nails, sitting just a little too tense, movements a little too controlled.

“Stop analyzing me.”

“Sorry.”

“I’m going to make some tea.”

“I can get it for you.”

“I got it.”

“Okay.”

Quietly, she moves to the kitchen. He closes his eyes. The cupboard creaks, the metal tea canister opening, then closing as she takes out a tea bag. He can picture her reaching for the jar of honey- and then something smashes.

In an instant he’s up and moving into the kitchen. She’s frozen, staring at the broken glass on the floor.

Honey seeps slowly into the throw rug, a small cheap one they got from Walmart, she doesn’t even like it but it was good enough and now it’s sticky and ruined and that’s never going to come out and-

Her breath catches on a sob and she presses a hand over her mouth.

“Hey hey it’s okay,” he soothes, leaning down to make eye contact. She shakes her head, letting him pull her into his arms.

“I hate that carpet,” she chokes out, somewhere between laughing and crying.

“We’ll get a new one.”

“I just..” She manages a deep, shuddering breath, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “I’m just so tired.”

“Come on. You need to get some sleep.”

“Will you come with me?”

“Course I will.”

“What about…?”

“It can wait til tomorrow,” he says gently. And it doesn’t matter if he’s talking about the mess, or the conversation in their future. It can wait.

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2016 Friday Recs - Week 4

Happy Friday! Some reading recommendations for your enjoyment. No particular order and more to come.

I am trying super hard not to rec an author more than twice this year.

It's A Beautiful Night - We're Looking For Something Dumb To Do by kam

lil clintasha ficlet for poemwriter98's secret santa gift!

The Raft by shaneequa

Natasha helps Steve rescue Team America from the Raft prison, because of one person.

Stereo Hearts by 3booksandaclarinet

Natasha and Clint are DJs at Radio SHIELD. Everyone thinks they should be together but they are completly oblivious. It's up to Kate and Bucky to get them together.

Her Secrets Have Secrets by cielinadress

Natasha was ready for someone to notice her necklace. Or maybe she wasn't.

Rainbows When You (Kiss Me Like That) by Port

In which Clint and Natasha have some very important business to take care of, commandeer a taxi, are disliked by their new handler, and don't quite manage to save London from a terrifying monster.

One More Dance by DRACOBLOODFIST

In an attempt to get away from the noise and crowded heat of one of Tony's famous parties, the assassin pair find themselves on the roof of the Stark tower, dancing to unheard music and savoring the each other's embrace.

three steps (four steps?) by gnatromanoff/@caatws

She is Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and Avenger. Fearlessness is a necessity in her line of work, and she's faced many situations before that have left her shuddering with terror. Walking through the hallway from her bedroom to the kitchen in the middle of the night for a glass of water cannot be one of those situations. 

Exhale by Dance_Elle_Dance

He opens his eyes, and for the first time in what seems like years, Natasha can breathe again.

Age of Ultron Redux: Fic Version by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

Mads saw 'Age of Ultron.' Mads hated 'Age of Ultron.' Mads rewrote 'Age of Ultron.' Fic version of my redux.

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