#Clint/Nat fic

[quietlyimplode]

Clintasha, "You are mermazing."

“You are mesmerizing,” Clint gushes, staring at Natasha as she comes down the stairs.

He forgets sometimes, not how beautiful she is, he always knows this, but just how she radiates against the world.

Natasha smiles.

A real smile.

He steps forward to greet her, offering her a hand to make her twirl in her dress.

“Is it comfortable?” he inquires, “it looks amazing on you; it matches your eyes.”

She laughs.

Clint grins.

“It has pockets doesn’t it?”

Natasha nods, sticking her hands in the pockets to show him.

“I love you,” he laughs.

“Love you too,” she replies, leaning forward and kissing him softly.

[natashaslesbian]

Baby Monster | NR

Summary: you’ve always been an angry child, what happens when your mom finally hits her limit?

Request: 3 year old beats up avengers for no reason at all or you can make up a reason

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings/Content: Minor Fighting&Violence / bad mom Nat / inaccurate autism discovery

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Natasha curled in on herself as she muffled her sobs behind her fists. She could hear you screaming, hear you yelling at anyone who dared to look your way. The redhead was shaking, though she wasn’t sure if it was fear, anger or pure distress. You had always been a wild child, Natasha assumed it was because you were the daughter of an assassin. She thought it was her fault that you were complete unmanageable, she never had a mother or a role model. Natasha had no right pretending to know how to be a mom and now she was to blame for raising another mess of a human being. But Natasha knew one thing, she loved you so much.

The widow took a few moments to pull herself together and steady her breathing. She emerged from her bedroom when she heard you scream again. When your outbursts first started, Natasha would snap into action at your yelling, fearing you were in danger. Now, she dreaded having to find you when she heard your cries. “Romanoff!” Natasha heard from a distance “come get your child!” Tony yelled in frustration. The redhead rubbed at her tired eyes before heading to the common room, she was completely numb to the sight she was met with.

Tony and Clint were cowering in the corner while you flicked your legs out towards Wanda. The witch knew she had an easy answer to end this situations, but she was completely against using her magic on a 3 year old. “Y/n you need to calm down” she said as she protected herself with her arms. “No!” You screamed as you attacked her hands with your nails. “Leave me alone!” You cried as you rolled onto your stomach. Wanda took the opportunity to attempt to lift you up, but the high pitched scream you let out as soon as her hands touched you changed her mind. “Stop it now y/n!” The witch said, her voice remaining calm as always.

Natasha watched as the seen unfolded, eyes welling up with anger. You continued to kick and yell, the sound causing her ears to ring and the blood in her chest boil. This was her final straw. She couldn’t take it anymore. “ENOUGH!” The redhead suddenly screamed, silencing the room, including you. Natasha hated shouting at you, even when you were miss behaving. She didn’t want you to grow up thinking you would get screamed at for every inconvenience, but she’d held on for as long as she could. “Mommy?” You whimpered. “Be quiet y/n!” Natasha said, a stern look still on her face “I’ve had enough of this! I can’t take it anymore! I don’t know how to help you y/n” she continued, looking over at Clint “I think we have to go to plan b” she cried quietly.

The archer stepped forward cautiously “Natasha” he whispered “we said it would be a last, last resort” Clint said. “I know” Nat muttered “but that’s where we are” she said as she crossed her arms across her chest. “What’s going on?” Wanda asked. “I’ll pack her bag” Natasha said, ignoring the brunette witch. She turned on her heels and exited the room before you could blink “mommy” you whined as you watched her red hair disappear “un-uncle Clint?” You whimpered as your nerves took over. Clint gave Wanda and Tony a knowing look and the pair quickly made their way elsewhere.

“I need you to listen to me sweetheart” your uncle said as he approached you “your attitude lately has been bad, and mommy doesn’t know how to help you anymore. Neither do I. So we’re gonna take you to a doctor okay, and you might stay their for a little while” Clint said. “No” you yelled as you ran at him with your tiny fists “no y/n” Clint said as he quickly took hold of you, restraining you softly. “Listen to me sweetheart, your mommy loves you okay. This won’t be forever I promise” he attempted to soothe. You thrashed weakly in Clint’s arms. Why was Natasha sending you away? What did you do wrong?

It was two weeks since you’d been gone, since Natasha send you away. The guilt was eating away at her with every passing day. The redhead felt stiff as she made her way through the kitchen, she had finally fallen asleep on the couch after not resting for 2 days. Your mom hadn’t been outside of the tower since she sent you away, and she could barely leave her room most days. Natasha couldn’t handle the constant whispers and judgemental looks. She never wanted this to happen, but she had no choice. The widow was pulled from her thoughts when Clint spoke up from the doorway “Nat, dr Abrams is here to see you” he said stoically. “Let’s go to my office” Natasha said.

Your mom guided your doctor down to her office, hiding her trembling hands beneath her hoodie. “How are you doing Miss Romanoff?” Dr Abrams asked. Natasha nearly scoffed at his concern “how’s y/n” she said, changing the subject. “She’s doing well” the doctor said. “Have you done the assessment?” Natasha asked. She knew it would take a little while, but your mom had been going mad while you were undergoing tests. “Yes that’s why I’m here” Abrams said, Natasha let out a sigh of relief. “I’ve spoken to her psychologists and paediatricians. We’ve made a diagnosis of autism, it’s a learning disability characterised by-“ Natasha’s face dropped “I know what it is” she said.

All this time, your mom thought you were just an uncontrollable kid. She thought that she was failing as a mother, and in that moment she believed it the most. “Miss Romanoff?” Your doctor asked, breaking the silence. “When can she come home?” Your mom asked. “We’ll continue to monitor her for another week or two in order to find the best way to proceed with her treatment” Dr Abrams said. Natasha felt the guilt rise through her chest “bring her home. Today” she said. “I’m sorry it doesn’t work like that” the doctor frowned. “It wasn’t a request” Natasha said, giving her signature glare.

She doesn’t know how, but Tony had managed to convince (or bribe) your doctors to send you home. You were on the way back now, terrified that your mom was still angry with you. Natasha was waiting patiently in the common room, holding on tightly to a new stuffed bear. Your mom was desperate to come and collect you herself, but Clint convinced her to stay behind and prepare your favourite dinner. The archer opted to go and get you, he knew you would be less anxious to see him first. You had your uncle wrapped around your little finger and you knew he wouldn’t be mad at you anymore.

Natasha paced the room frantically until she finally heard Clint’s car pull up outside. She couldn’t wait to have you home again. You whined as you climbed out of the car, convincing your uncle to carry you up to the common room. “Is mommy still mad at me?” You quietly asked. You had wanted to ask the second you saw him, but your voice felt lost. Clint was careful not to answer you until you were about to walk through the door, he didn’t want to make you nervous with his response, although he knew the real answer was no. “Why don’t we go and find out” he smiled as he set you down, allowing you to take the lead into the common room.

You pushed open the door slowly and your eyes lit up when you saw the decorated room. There was a huge welcome home banner hanging from the ceiling and balloons floating freely around the room. “Hi my baby” Natasha said in her softest voice, crouching down and extending her arms. “Mama” you whimpered as you approached her. “Oh my girl I missed you so much!” Nat smiled. “You’re not mad at me anymore mama?” You quietly asked. “Oh no baby girl, no I promise! Mama was never mad at you. I’m so sorry for shouting and…and for sending you away. Mommy was wrong and I’m so sorry” Natasha said as she frowned with guilt.

“I forgive you mama!” You said as you threw yourself into your mom’s arms. “Oh my girl” Natasha cooed as she squeezed you tight “I promise to be a better mommy from now on ok, I’m gonna help you” she said. “Help me get better?” You shyly asked. Natasha’s heart ached at your words “no baby, you don’t need to get better because there’s nothing wrong with you” she emphasised as she held your little face in her soft hands. “But the doctor said I have autism, and that I need medicine” you questioned. “And that’s true baby, but it doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you. It just means that your brain works a little differently, but I promise you that is not a bad thing” your mom said.

“So I’m not bad?” You innocently asked. Natasha looked deeply into your watery eyes, she would never forgive herself for letting this happen. “No. No y/n I promise you’re not bad. You are my beautiful brave and perfect little girl” your mama smiled. “Listen to me, things might be hard for a little while, but I promise you they will be okay. We’ll be okay baby girl, because mommy has you. Mommy has you always!” Natasha exclaimed as she kissed every inch of your skin “I love you so much!” She said. “I love you too mommy!” You smiled as you threw yourself back into Natasha’s arms.

When you finally pulled back, you eyed the ball of fur sitting beside your mom. You knew instantly what it was, Natasha always got you one when she had upset you. “Can I have my bear mommy?” You asked with a cheeky grin. Your mom couldn’t help but laugh as you looked back at her with her own signature smirk. “Of course you can baby, you can have anything you want” she said as she pulled the bear from behind her back. Natasha grinned from ear to ear as she watched you meet your new friend, she was filled with joy as she saw the daughter she knew you truly were. You ran around happily showing Clint your new bear, and Natasha knew then that you were going to be alright. Everything was going to be alright.

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A/N: Please note that this story is to highlight parental figures mistaking the signs of autism. An Autistic diagnosis is never usually reached this way. This is a work of fiction written to show the ways in which females are often mistreated when showing autistic traits.

- Astara Bell

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[Taglist]

@saraaahsstuff / @dannipotatoo / @tobiaslut / @nevaeh-daughterofvalcarol / @marvelnatasha12346 / @yelenasdiary / @mousetheorist / @ashadash0904 / @strange-night-owl / @kkreader78o / @hatergirl-69 / @asv-xx

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #147

Fic where Pepper got snapped, too. When Tony finally gets back to Earth, he discovers that not only has he lost his surrogate son but also his fiance.

And, just to dig the knife in even deeper, he finds out about a pregnancy test Pepper had taken after their jog. It turns out, his dream had been right. She was pregnant.

Was.

Tony just lost his son, his wife, and his other child he never even got to know, all at the same time.

To say he explodes at the rest of the surviving avengers is an understatement. Only Rhodey and Happy seem to have a clue what's going on, seem to get just how much Tony has truly lost.

All of this means Tony throws himself into his research to fix the snap. Unlike in canon, Tony has no reason to pull back this time. No one is relying on him to live on with whatever's left. He has nothing left.

This time, Tony won't stop until he's fixed things. After all, these deaths weren't natural, they were caused by aliens and magic. If half the universe can be erased just like that, then there must also be a way to un-erase them

This shit is solvable. There is a solution. He just has to find it.

He's getting his family back.

[widowsistersandfriends]

Comfort

Request: Hello ! I Hope you’re fine and you’re doing well :) I saw a headcanon on @ficsandgiggles page about Natasha and Clint and I was wondering if you would be ok to write that ? The fact that Natasha, after the red room, felt so touch starved and afraid of light touch and Clint comforting her with tickles seems so cute to me ! But if you don’t feel comfortable doing that it’s totally fine In understand ! Have a good day :)

Note: Hi! I am doing well and I appreciate you for asking! Thank you for this cute request! I enjoy Natasha and Clint's bond as best friends <3 I apologize for the delay, but I hope you like it!!

Word Count: 684

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The Red Room was nothing but trauma for Natasha. All the years she was controlled and forced to do horrible things against her will. One of the major results from the Red Room was that Natasha no longer felt safe or comfortable with touch. It was very rare that she would allow someone to touch or even hug her. The only people she allowed to do that were Yelena, Wanda, and Clint at times.

Some days were more difficult than others. Sometimes she wouldn’t even think about her past trauma. Other days she couldn’t stop being reminded. Today was unfortunately one of those days. She was huddled in her room, tears slowly running down her face. She couldn’t help but think about all the time that was stolen from her childhood. Time that she couldn’t get back. 

Just then there was a soft knock at her door.

“Natasha? Can I come in?” 

Natasha got up slowly and opened the door for the unexpected visitor.

Clint was revealed at the door as he slowly stepped inside. The two of them sat on the bed, keeping quiet for a moment.

“Rough day on the mind?” Clint asked, encouraging her to speak about how she was feeling. 

“I just got triggered. It usually doesn’t overwhelm me to this point, but there’s always those days,” Natasha sighed.

“I know you’ve been through a rough childhood. It’s okay to mourn it and even feel jealous of those who were able to have a normal childhood,” Clint said. 

Natasha nodded to show she was listening.

“And I know it’s hard because you can’t change the past. However, you’re free now and you can change your future. You’ve already helped so many young girls not have to go through what you did. That alone is an accomplishment in life not many other people have,” Clint said, softly patting her back.

“Thank you, Clint. That was very sweet of you,” Natasha responded, wiping away her remaining tears.

“Hey, that’s what friends are for. I know Yelena is usually where you go for comfort, but I’m always gonna be here for you, I promise,” Clint said sincerely, opening his arms for a hug.

Natasha embraced him warmly, squeezing him tight. 

“You know, for someone so old you sure can put words together well,” Natasha said cheekily.

Clint rolled his eyes, as he was used to Natasha making fun of his age. However, this sparked an idea in his mind.

“You know what you need? Cheer up tickles,” Clint said, now asking for permission since he knew how traumatized she was from most touch. 

Natasha nodded, telling him to be gentle. Clint promised he would stop whenever she said so. 

He began to softly tickle her sides, making her giggle adorably. 

“Wow, so that hasn’t changed,” Clint remarked, tickling her stomach and ribs now as her laughter went up an octave. 

Clint then moved to tickle her feet, making her squeal with laughter.

“CLIHIHINT,” Natasha laughed hysterically.

“Hmm? What’s wrong? Does that tickle?” Clint said, loving the fact that he was able to make her laugh and smile. 

“YEHEHES,” Natasha giggled out, as Clint flipped her over and began gently tickling her back, making her giggle and squirm softly. He knew this wouldn’t overwhelm her, but was just enough to keep her giggling.

When Natasha had enough, he let her up and got her some water which she much appreciated.

The two of them chatted a bit more, talking about different topics to keep her mind off of her past. After a while, Natasha was starting to feel mischievous and reached out to pinch his side. Clint yelped in surprise and jumped away from her. 

“Natasha! Don’t get any ideas,” he warned her. 

“You know what would really cheer me up? If I got to wreck you with tickles,” Natasha said, now pinning Clint to the bed and tickling his armpits, sending the archer into a flurry of laughter. Natasha giggled along with him at his extreme reactions. Clint was willing to take a wrecking, as long as it made Natasha happy and smile. 

[natandwandaseries]

“How did we end up here?” Clint asks, tying off his wound with a ripped sheet.

“You don’t remember?” Natasha looks up from her own triage, alarmed.

“No, I do,”

“We took rode a motorcycle through the streets for ten miles until we reached a train, hopped on a freight car, rode that for two hours, then jumped off at the first major terminal, walked for fifteen minutes,”

“I mean, here, in general. In this situation.”

“Oh. We are both trained assassins atoning for our sins by joining a secret government organization. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Great. Thanks.”

“But if you mean how we came to be assassins, I’d say we played the best we could with the hand we were dealt.”

[imavikingo]

Headcanon that isn’t particularly mine nor particularly a headcanon really:

Most of the characters having a crush on Captain America at some point, but when they get to know Steve Rogers…

They have a bigger and more real crush on him.

Because he is actually funny? And not only nice but good and not the embodiment of “virtue”? He curses and gets angry, is sassy and a lil shit.

A great artist too, like damn.

He isn’t what they thought Captain America was supposed to be, because that persona doesn’t really exist, he’s just a really good guy with a lot of issues too, like any other normal person, but at the same time really caring and understanding guy who is loyal to a fault.

(He isn’t the judgmental man from the 40’s they thought he was. He isn’t only nice because thats what he is supposed to be. He isn’t just propaganda personified).

Most of them would love to have known Steve when he was a tiny ball of anger who punched bullies, even when he was the only one losing every single time.

He’s just really charming and they don’t understand how he’s still fighting and wanting to make the world a better place when he already lost everything, more than once.

And that makes them want to better themselves too.

Of course Steve doesn’t see this and doesn’t understand why everyone wants to talk to him or wants to listen to him outside of missions. He’s just a guy from the forties that’s is too overwhelmed to process everything all at once.

[scavengerssuccotash]

Do you have any more Katya headcanons?

Aww Katya! I love her so much so thank you for asking and getting my brain juices flowing! Hehe

Katya is as smart-assed as her father when she’s comfortable around you. As soon as she feels like she can let her guard down around you she quickly becomes the most sarcastic one out of the bunch! She’s also very opinionated like her mother, you will know if she doesn’t like you. (Although that’s rare, because she’s genuinely a pretty laid back person.)

She gave a kid a black eye at the age of eight, which greatly alarmed Clint who was fully prepared to give her a stern talking to. His rehearsed I’m disappointed in you talk however flew right out the window upon the news that the kid with the black eye was also the ring leader of a group of bullies. A group of bullies that were harassing Katya’s new friend Daisy, a deaf child. Once the principal told him that, Clint shrugged his shoulders and told the principal, “Actually I think my daughter is the one who deserves the apology for having to do your job for you! And I deserve an apology for you wasting my gas, Principal Townsend!”

Katya later asked him, after a pit stop for some ice cream, why some kids were mean to those who couldn’t defend themselves.

“Sometimes it’s because at home they can’t defend themselves so they take it out on other people. They think it makes them feel better.”

“But that’s stupid, daddy.”

“Yeah, it is stupid ain’t it? If you promise not to tell mommy, do you wanna do something fun with daddy tonight?”

Later that night on a secret spy mission with daddy Katya learned that the bully, little Kevin Granger, couldn’t defend himself at home. She also believed that her daddy was a hero for real that night and that there were far scarier monsters than aliens in New York. Mommy was NOT happy with daddy when they got home.

Katya almost caused an international incident when she went on a ski trip to Finland. Having grown up around little influences of Russia via her mother’s heritage Katya was insanely curious about her maternal country. Natasha, however forbade her from ever visiting, and discouraged her at every turn to learn more out of fear that someone or perhaps the Russian state might kidnap her for testing or training. Katya was after all the daughter of a Widow. So, when Katya and her friends have some free time, Katya ever so carefully persuades her friends into a quick in and out trip next door. “Come on! They won’t even find out! I just want to see it! Please!!”

They make it in just fine and are visiting St, Petersburg Square when she gets the FaceTime call from her mother. It all goes to shit shortly after that. Katya tries to hide her surroundings with the help of all of her friends hoodies dumped over her head, but the call quality is shit and all Natasha sees is Katya’s slightly alarmed face with what looks like a black bag over her head. Then Natasha hears Russian voices in the background and the call cuts out. (Russian police had started to approach them to question what they are doing and spooked Katya. She jolts and her phone flies out of her hand and skids right into a rainwater drainage grate!!)

Tony stark nearly kicks off WW3 (Russia had restricted their air space, because of course they would!) Clint severely injuries eight police officers and one train conductor. And Nat, well…Nat slaps her daughter across the face for the first and only time in her life. It was intense and a very fraught time for the Barton-Romanoff family. It’s after this entire mortifying fiasco that Katya learns what exactly her fearless mother fears the most in the world. Ultimately it brings Katya closer to understanding her mother on a very deep level.

Katya didn’t start officially dating until her junior year of high school. Can you guess why? Starts with a C and ends with a T. She’s a daddy’s girl alright! She loves her father so so much. Not more than her mother or anything but she just understands Clint better. Clint is also a girls dad too, which such a combination does not for vivacious blossoming romance make! She tried of course, but after Clint met her date to the middle school dance by sharpening his knifes on the porch, Katya realized she had to play things a little differently than her peers. This of course doesn’t mean that she didn’t come home at three in the morning a little high or drunk with hickies on her neck once or twice. Her mom, of fucking course, was waiting for her on her bed.

“Sit, before you wake up your father. We need to talk.” “Are you going to tell dad?” “Only if you don’t tell me the truth, are you going to lie, Katya?”

She really hates it when her mom uses mind tricks on her, because damn it they work. After that Katya stops sneaking out. She brings her boyfriend over for breakfast two weeks later. Clint’s cordial on the surface, but obviously doesn’t really like him.

“He’s got a tongue ring Nat!? Do you know who has tongue rings these days! Bad boys! Boys who think no means yes and—“ “Do you trust our daughter, Clint?” “Of course I fucking trust her, it’s him I don’t trust! Look at him! He smells like weed!” “Trust her, Clint.” A sigh. “I just miss my little girl. When did she grow up so fast?” “All things grow old, honey, even you.” “Yeah?You still like this old man?” “Play nice tonight and I’ll prove it.”

Katya would later erase this conversation from her memory, and sleep with her headphones in. Eww. Parents. Are. So. Fricken. Gross.

Eventually, Katya and her high school boyfriend drift apart. She is now dating a young med student at Princeton. She’s planning on bringing him home in the fall.

I might have to fic some of these! Thanks for getting my creative juices flowing!! 👁️👄👁️

[smallblueandloud]

i have to go to bed very soon so instead i'm lying here being overcome by clintasha emotions

[bedlamsbard]

my next fic probably isn't going to be the Yonderverse "Loki organizes Steve's and Bruce's dual stag party and it goes, uh, well, Things Happen" but it COULD be.

peak comedy: Steve, Bucky, Loki, Thor, Clint, Rocket, Sam, Rhodey, Scott, and Bruce getting into Trouble In Space while Steve and Bruce just want to go home and make out with their respective brides-to-be. (Tony was invited but opted out, saying he had had enough of space and someone had to hold down the fort on Earth.)

[heavensenthale]

Found

A Laura/Clint/Natasha story. Written for the @polyship-exchange

Fandom: MCU Rating: Teen Word count: 3.2k

Excerpt:

It was Coulson who called, which should’ve given her a clue that things had gone very wrong.

He went for the jugular; there was no time to process anything after hello. “Laura, I regret to inform you that Agent Barton is M.I.A. and it’s been impossible to establish contact so far.”

A pit of despair opened at the bottom of her stomach. It was a struggle to stay standing as her knees buckled. Clint was missing—just missing. He could still be found. That made her ask for the only person who would be able to find a way out, “What about Romanoff?”

Coulson sighed. “They were together when the structure collapsed, Laura. They’re both missing, presumed dead by now. I’m very sorry for your loss.”

“I need to speak to Fury,” she asked. No, she demanded.

“He’s busy with the cleanup. Agencies tripping over each other for their missing people, yelling about those who got away —you know how it is.”

“Tell him—”

“Laura.” His tone made her pause. “There’s nothing left to do.”

CONTINUE READING ON AO3

[quietlyimplode]

“He’s dead,” Clint whispered. “He’s dead and he isn’t coming back.”

Clint/Natasha pairing. “He” might reference Dreykov or Coulson, but you can interpret this prompt however you’d like!

Send a sentence + pairing, and I’ll send you five back.

“He’s dead,” Clint whispered. “He’s dead and he isn’t coming back.”

The nightmare is still too fresh for Natasha to respond.

She’s holding onto his arm so tight that he knows it’s going to bruise.

Her breath is still jagged, and the screams fresh in both their minds.

Clint grips her hand back.

The anniversary always brings nightmares. Her body knows and keeps score, even if consciously they don’t.

“He’s. He’s alive,” she whispers.

Clint tries to get her to look at him, even though her eyes are pinched shut.

He touches the sweat that’s beading on her face and wipes it.

“Tash, he’s dead. Okay? Open your eyes, look where we are? He’s not here, he can’t be.”

She moans and shakes her head.

“He’s coming,” she says, louder this time. Her hands shake as they reach for his.

“Hey, no one’s coming,” he clasps his hands over hers.

“No one’s coming, no one can find us here, you’re safe, okay?”

He glances at the time.

Only midnight.

The night feels long and it’s just started.

(I liked this prompt, thank you for this one)

[woulddieforloki]

currently obsessing over the idea of Thor and Loki reuniting sometime long after The Dark World (possibly during Ragnarok but that movie doesn't really fit the vibe so probably not) and Thor being pissed that Loki didn't tell him he was alive and obviously they get into an argument about that and finally Loki just cuts him off by yelling, "You didn't even come back for me!" and Thor's like ??? and Loki's like, "I waited for you! I waited for hours and you never came back for me. I sacrificed myself for you, and you left my body in Svartalfheim. You can't blame me for not seeking you out when you abandoned me first!"

[natashaslesbian]

Nats daughter is going on her first mission and it doesn't go well. She's hurt and lost somewhere until Nat finds her and brings her back home

Send Out An Army

Word Count: 1.4K

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Natasha was beside herself with worry. Her one and only baby girl off on her first solo mission. You’d been arguing with her for weeks, trying to convince her you were ready. It was only natural that she was worried but you had gone through the academy training just like everyone else. Natasha finally agreed to let you go when she sat in on your training session with Steve and you managed to knock him on his ass three times. You left a few hours ago and so far Nat had tried training, reading and even resorted to doing her paperwork to keep her distracted. She was in her office now, trying her best to keep her eyes off the clock.

It was quiet in Natasha’s office, so the sound of her mobile ringing took her by surprise. An unknown number appeared on the screen so Nat was skeptical about answering. She brought the phone up to her ear whispering a hello and listening to the crackle coming from the other end. “Hello?” Natasha asked again, being met with the same silence. She was about to hang up when a small voice called through “mama?” It whispered. “Y/n?” Natasha said, pulling the phone back up to her ear “baby are you okay?” She asked with a panicked voice. “Hurts mommy” you mumbled “what hurts baby? What’s happened where are you?” Natasha frantically asked as she made her way to find Tony and the rest of the team. “Lost” you coughed through the phone.

Natasha came bounding down the stairs where she met Clint and Steve in the kitchen. “Natasha?” Clint said, seeing the fear in his best friends eyes. “Y/n baby talk to me, where are you? What hurts?” The redhead said as she dragged the boys down the hall with her. “I don’t know mama” you cried as Natasha switched her phone to loud speaker “baby have you activated your tracker?” Your mom asked as Clint filled Tony in best he could of the situation. “Lost it. I’m scared mommy” you mumbled. “It’s alright sweetie we’re gonna find you I promise” Natasha cooed down the phone. “Stark where is she?” Steve asked as he joined Tony at the computers. “I’m not sure, somewhere in Bulgaria” he said. “How can you not know where?” Steve said frantically “it’s not standard procedure only Fury knows the exact location” Tony said, trying his best to hack into S.H.I.E.L.Ds files as quickly as possible. “Then call Fury!” Clint shouted.

You began coughing loudly over the phone “mommy” you cried. “It’s okay baby girl take some deep breaths for me alright we’re gonna find you” Natasha said as calmly as she could. Tony continued to scan the files as Steve headed off to gather the rest of the team and prepare the quinjet. “Mm tired” you said through the phone “y/n I need you to stay awake for me okay sweetheart” Natasha said, fighting back her tears. “Y/n?” She questioned when you failed to answer her “y/b baby talk to me” she pleaded. “Tony find her now!” Clint shouted, taking the phone from Nats hand “y/n its uncle Clint, can you tell me where you are? What’s around you bug?” He asked, pleading for you to respond. The silence was deafening as the three waited desperately for your voice to come back through the phone. “She’s in Yambol!” Tony cheered as he finally cracked your location “okay Steve’s on the jet let’s go” Clint said. “She’s dead I know she is” Natasha cried “hey don’t go there yet, we’re gonna find her” Clint comforted as he guided the redhead to the jet.

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It felt like weeks you had been lying in the grass, the sharp pain had long ago turned into a dull ache and you were struggling to keep your eyes open. Your cries fell into the open space and you fought to keep your breath, the warm pool of blood being the only thing keeping away the cold. “Mom” you whined into the empty space, pleading for your mother to come and find you. You held on for as long as you could until your eyes finally fluttered closed. In your last consciousness your ears began to ring, sounding like a small crunch of leaves along the ground. Your mind started playing tricks on you, the sound of your mom calling echoing through your head.

Your shoulders began to shake and a soft hand against your cheek pulled you back into reality. “Y/n come on open your eyes baby” a familiar voice called. “Mommy?” You mumbled as you pealed open your eyes “I’m here sweetie, mamas got you” Natasha cooed as she lent over you protectively. “You found me” you smiled up at your mom “yeah we did baby” Nat said as she gently stroked your hair “we?” You sleepily asked. “Hey kid” Clint said as he came to your side and began tending to the open wound on your abdomen “we’re gonna get you home alright” he said. You groaned as your uncle pressed down on your injury, quietly crying out in pain. “Shhh sweet girl it’s ok, you’re okay now” Natasha comforted you “thought I was gonna die mama” you weakly said.

Natasha lent her body down beside yours to give you a tight hug, avoiding your wound “oh my baby I’m so sorry” she said. “I should never have let you come this is all my fault” your mom cried. You slowly reached up your hand to wipe away your mamas tears “no mommy” you whispered “you saved me” Natasha took your hand in hers and gently kissed it. You cried out again as Clint pressed down on your abdomen “sorry kiddo” he empathised “so tired” you groaned, eyelids fluttering closed “no no come on sweetie keep your eyes open for us ok” Natasha pleaded “you’re gonna be alright baby we’re gonna get you home” your mom cooed. You tried to keep your eyes open but being back in your mamas arms you couldn’t help but bask in her comfort. Before long you lost the battle, falling into unconsciousness. “we need to get her to the jet” Clint said to Natasha.

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You felt a gentle scratch along your scalp as you began to wake up, unsure of where you were and almost who you were, until you opened your eyes. “Hey baby girl” Natasha said as she rose to her feet by your side. Her red hair was messy with loose pieces falling by her face, the bags under her eyes were a give away as to how long you had been out. “Mommy” you croaked out “you look tired” you said. Natasha let out a small laugh as a stray tear fell from her eye “oh y/n, I’m okay I promise, you’re the one who needs looking after right now” she said “we look after each other mama” you smiled, attempting to sit up but stopping as a sharp pain shot through your abdomen, reminding you off why you were in the infirmary. You sighed loudly as Natasha softly took a hold of you “easy baby, just lie back ok” she said as she helped you to lay back down “you get some rest ok, we’ll talk later when you’re properly awake” your mom said as she placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

It was a few hours later when you woke up again, your mom still sitting by your side. “There’s my girl” Natasha said “look who’s here to see you” she said as she pointed to the man on the other side of your bed. “Uncle Clint” you smiled “thanks…for what you did” you said sadly “hey none of that” Clint said as he saw your eyes well up “don’t you dare go blaming yourself kiddo, missions go wrong, whatever happened wasn’t your fault” he said. “It was” you cried “what did happen sweetie?” Your mom asked. “The brief said the facility was abandoned, but when I got there it was crawling with agents” you began, your mom placed a comforting hand over your own. “I set off the alarm trying to get in through the back door, I tried to get away and I thought I’d managed but when I stopped in the woods an agent came up behind me. I didn’t think he had any weapons so I fought him without mine but he pulled out a knife. I fell down when he cut me and I thought he was gonna kill me but they called him back to the facility” you sobbed.

Natasha felt the anger rise in her chest “the brief was wrong?” She asked “imma kill Fury” she said, answering her own question. “Mommy don’t go” you called after her as she headed for the door. “I’ll go, you stay here” Clint said as he guided Natasha back over to your bed “you’re not as scary as me” she giggled as she sat back down with you “no” Clint said “but the least I can do is warn Fury of angry mama Nat” he said as he pulled the door closed. Your mom turned her full attention back to you as she sat next to you on the bed “I’m here baby girl” she cooed “it wasn’t your fault ok” she said as she brushed your hair away from your face. You dropped your gaze, still feeling guilty despite what Natasha said. “Hey” your mom said as she lifted up your chin “I am so proud of you” she said “why? I failed” you whimpered. “I’m not talking about the mission, I’m proud of you y/n” Natasha said, leaving a soft kiss on your hairline.

“How did you find me?” You sleepily asked “Tony hacked into S.H.I.E.L.Ds data base” Natasha said. “He did?” You questioned “yeah he did” Nat answered “everyone was so worried “I’ve never seen Bruce move so fast” your mom giggled. You let out a small laugh at the thought. “I didn’t think they’d all come” you said “I knew you’d find me mama but I didn’t think everyone else would come to get me” you mumbled, almost falling asleep again. “They’re your family baby, of course they’d come” your mom cooed “you know they care about you right?” Natasha asked “I know” you smiled up at her “you’ve got a whole army of love and protection behind you y/n, don’t ever forget that” Nat said as she tucked you up in your baby blanket, she made sure you had it the second the team brought you to the medical bay. “Rest up okay baby” your mom cooed. “Can you read to me mommy? Please?” You asked with half closed eyes. “You never have to ask twice sweetie” Natasha said as she pulled your book from her bag, another essential she’d grabbed along with your blanket. Her soft voice lulled you into a comfortable and deep sleep. The deepness with which she spoke her words causing a gentle hum throughout the room. Your mom continued to read long after you had fallen asleep, comforting both you and herself.

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[mothman-can-write]

A Bullet in the Body’s Worth Two in the Barrel

Clint&Natasha, T/M, whump, hurt/comfort, detailed injury

Clint never took the shot in Budapest. He was very adamant about not taking the shot in Budapest. Problem is, now Natasha is asking him to - and he thinks he loves her enough to believe her.

Read it here!

[widowsistersandfriends]

Team Bonding

Request: pleaseeee can I request lee!wanda in AoU where she's really shy with the team and pietro mentions she loves being tickled but she gets super shy and embarrassed by it, and so clint absolutely wrecks her trying to get her out of her shell? thank you! <3 @natashaslovxr

Note: Thank you for this very cute request! I am so sorry it took a while to get to, but I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1625

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The Avengers had all gathered together in the compound for a team dinner and game night. The large table was filled with various delicious foods, which made all of their mouths water and stomachs grumble. Wanda was still shy with the team, as she and her brother were fairly new to the crowd. She took a seat quietly next to Pietro and also next to Natasha. 

The dinner consisted of various conversations, laughter and stories. Wanda tried her best to keep up and follow along, but she couldn’t find herself offering more than a few laughs at other people’s funny stories. It’s not that she wasn’t interested or anything. She just felt like she had a hard time fitting in with them. A majority of the team were guys, and Natasha had been with them from the start, so she was pretty much family. 

“So what’s everyone’s favorite game? I want to have some good ideas for when we play afterwards,” Steve said, looking around the table.

“Uno! Monopoly! Sorry! Trouble! Life! Scrabble!” Various answers had come out in shouts around the table, as they were all eager to get their opinions out there.

“What about you Wanda? What’s your favorite game?” Clint asked gently. 

“Umm, I’m not really sure,” the young witch said, looking down at her plate and poking at her food.

“I know her favorite game!” Pietro chimed in. The whole table became interested and waited for more details.

“When Wanda and I were little, we loved to play hide and seek with a twist. Basically, whoever is hiding also hides an item and the seeker has to find the person and the item. First they search for the hider. Then the hider tells them what item they’re looking for and they look for it. Whoever has the fastest time wins,” Pietro explained.

“Why was that your favorite game, Wanda?” Natasha asked curiously. 

“Oh! Well, I guess it was just a fun way for me to bond with Pietro,” Wanda said shyly.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Pietro asked mischievously, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Pietro no! Don’t tell them,” Wanda whined, now gaining the curiosity of the entire table. This was the most she had said at dinner, and the slight panic in her voice got everyone’s attention.

“I think they’d love to knowwwww,” her twin brother teased.

Wanda covered her face in embarrassment, hoping that Pietro was just messing with her and wasn’t actually going to expose her secret. 

“I have a strategy that lets me win every single time,” Pietro bragged, which earned him a sharp pinch to the thigh by his sister.

“Yow! That was so unnecessary,” Pietro yelped, as Wanda gave him a look of warning. She even made her eyes glow red to scare him even though she knew she would never hurt him on purpose. 

The avengers all looked amused, seeing the twins interact in a playful setting. Pietro looked like he was gonna give in and keep her secret. However, he then quickly blurted out her secret before running off with his super speed. “Wanda is super ticklish and loves being tickled, so I use it to get her to confess where she hid her item!” With that, there was a blur and a young witch there with the rest of her team. Wanda looked around fearfully at the other avengers, knowing what was coming next. 

The witch quickly pushed her chair back, making a run for it. She knew those smirks on all of her teammates’ faces meant trouble. She didn’t know where Pietro went, but her main goal was to hide. She figured if anyone found her, she could fly away. The only exception was her brother, who was so fast she wouldn’t have enough time to escape. 

Wanda squeezed herself into the shower and closed the curtain. It wasn't the best hiding spot but it was all she had time for, as she was getting trailed by the other avengers. The tub was not super wide, so she was able to use both hands to hold the ends of the curtain to either side. This way, even if they tried to pull it open, they wouldn’t be able to. Or so she thought.

It was silent for a while, and she had hope that they had given up. Unfortunately just as she got her hopes up, the bathroom lights turned on and her shadow could be seen through the curtain. 

“Well well well, what do we have here?” Clint asked, and Wanda could hear the teasy smirk in his voice. The witch stayed quiet for now.

“Not answering hmm? We’ll get you talking soon,” Natasha said, and Wanda could imagine her facial expression as she said that.

“As captain, I order that we capture the witch and tickle her to pieces,” Steve said, joining in on the fun. The avengers tried tugging on the curtain, which held up nicely due to Wanda holding on to the ends. However, she didn’t realize a small loophole in her plan.

Natasha moved closer to the curtain, before reaching out and tickling Wanda’s ribs through the curtain. The sudden touch to the sensitive area made Wanda immediately jerk away and use her arms and hands to protect herself. With that, the curtain was ripped open by Natasha, as she grabbed Wanda despite her attempt to fly away.

“No! Natasha put me down!” The witch cried. Natasha’s response was just a jab to her ribs, causing her to flail in her arms helplessly.

Natasha laid her down on the bed, sitting behind her and bringing her arms above her head. Clint then came over with a teasing smile. 

“Don’t worry little witch, I’m not going to hurt you. We just want to see you smile and laugh since you’re so shy,” Clint said.

Natasha looked down endearingly at Wanda, reassuring her. 

“Don’t worry. This is all part of the initiation. Breaking people out of their shell,” Natasha said, as the witch attempted to pull away.

“I’m not ticklish!” Wanda blurted out, desperate to get out of this. 

“Nice try. I know we can’t read minds like you but we can definitely read body language,” Clint said, as Natasha lightly tickled her armpit to catch her off guard.

“AHAHA no! Stop that!” Wanda demanded, a deep blush taking over her cheeks. It was clear she was trying to hold her laughter in. 

“But I thought you said you weren’t ticklish?” Clint asked, squeezing her sides.

“IHIHIM NOHOHOT OKAHAHAY,” the witch laughed, as the two of them chuckled at her futile attempt at lying. 

“Sure, we believe you,” Natasha and Clint said at the same time. With that, Clint began squeezing her hips while Natasha continued to tickle her armpits.

“NOHOHO PLEHEHEASE IHIHIM SOHOHORRY,” Wanda cried out, letting her laughs let a little more loose.

“What are you sorry for?” Clint asked, tickling her stomach now.

“FOHOHOR LYIHIHING,” Wanda shouted.

“So you admit you lied?” Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow. The witch shook her head from side to side, gasping with giggles as Clint poked and prodded between her ribs.

They gave the witch a small breather, as she laid there helplessly.

“You guys are so mean,” Wanda whined with a pout.

“Nah, we’re not mean. We just make a good team,” Natasha said with a smirk.

“wE jUsT mAkE a gOoD tEaM,” Wanda said mockingly. 

“Oh you are so asking for it,” Clint said, as he moved down to sit on her shins.

“No no no please! Anywhere but thehEHEHERE CLIHIHINT STAHAHAHAHAHAP,” Wanda screamed with laughter. To add on to the torture, Natasha began to shake her hands into her ribs. 

“PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIM BEHEHEGGING! MEHEHERCY,” Wanda cried out, helplessly trying to squirm to the best of her capabilities. 

“Aww look at you coming out of your shell,” Clint teased, as the witch couldn’t do anything but laugh.

The two of them eventually let her go, realizing that she had met her limit. 

“Don’t ever team up again,” Wanda said to the two older avengers.

“Oh don’t worry, we plan on tickling you a lot more now that we know how ticklish you are,” Natasha said with a grin.

Wanda groaned, as the two of them helped her sit up and catch her breath.

“How about we make a deal,” Clint offered.

“What deal?” Wanda asked.

“If we find Pietro for you and let you tickle him as revenge, will you forgive us?” Clint asked.

Wanda narrowed her eyes at him, knowing she was bound to just get tickled eventually. She saw this as her opportunity to catch one of them off guard. She quickly flipped onto Clint, pinning him to the bed where she just was.

“I think I’d rather tickle you first. After all, you were the one who tickled me,” Wanda said, asking for Natasha to help her.

“What! I’m not the only one! Natasha tickled you too!” Clint protested.

“Not as much as you though. Besides, I’ll get my revenge on Natasha too, don’t worry,” Wanda said confidently.

“Oh really?” Natasha said, giving her sides a good squeezing, causing the witch to immediately take back her words all while squealing and giggling.

“Come on, I’ll help you tickle Clint. It’ll be some good bonding. After all, we need to have lots of team building and teamwork skills so we can work together as avengers,” Natasha said, as Clint began laughing and protesting as the two girls tickled him to pieces. His weak spots were his armpits and knees, much to the girls’ delight. The archer couldn’t help but snort and laugh through the tickle torture. 

Wanda was still somewhat shy at times, but after her tickle torture experience, she became a lot more open and vulnerable around her new family. As for Pietro, Wanda also was able to sharpen her tickling skills, which left the speedy guy in for a day of torture.

[betrayedbycinnamon]

Inspired by the song Exit Music (for a film score) by Radiohead.