#black widow x hawkeye

[checkingoutforheroes]

Stop it.

Y/n: There you are. I've been looking for you.

Natasha: You need to stop it.

Y/n: What?

Clint: Who?

Natasha: Stop imagine that I'm here. I'm not here anymore.

Clint: Who are you looking for, Y/n?

Y/n: ...

Y/n: No one.

Clint: Y/n..

Y/n: I'm fine. Let's go.

*GIF credits to owner

[voicesinthedarkness]

friends

Clint Barton

Feburary 17th, 2008

Unspecified location

Clint wakes to the sound of the other hotel bed creaking.

“Nat?” he mumbles, rubbing at his eyes. “I’m fine, Barton,” she snaps, but her voice shakes—just barely.

She heads to the bathroom, and he can hear her washing her face at the sink. He sits up, turning on the lamp as she returns. “You okay?” he asks gently, noticing her red, puffy eyes. She grunts, the sound nearly a growl, and gets back into bed, facing away from him.

“Why do we need extraction?” Nat asks after a long, silent moment, and Clint’s heart skips a beat when he realizes that she’s never had anybody come back for her.

He shrugs. “In case we got badly injured, I guess?” She looks over her shoulder at him, examining and evaluating his response. 

“You know you can tell me if you’re not okay, right?” he says just before she turns back around. “It’s—it’s okay to not be okay. I won’t think any less of you for it.” Nat stares at him. “I had a nightmare,” she says bluntly. Then she faces away from Clint again.

He turns out the light, curling back up under the blankets with a sigh. It’s a while before Nat breaks the heavy silence.

“I dreamed that the extraction squad were double agents from the Room,” she says quietly. “And they came for me. And you let them take me.” Clint sighs sadly. “You will never have to go back there if you don’t want to,” he tells her firmly. “Not on my watch.”

Nat doesn’t answer. Maybe she doesn’t believe him; maybe she’s reached her limit of vulnerability for the month. Clint can’t tell.

He really, really hopes she believes him.

>>>———————————————>

Natasha Romanoff

April 12th, 2009

Odessa, Ukraine

"Ястреб."

Natasha's voice echoes raspily through the comms, cool and calm as ever despite the immense pain dancing merrily through her injured body. Barton reopens his end of the comms immediately.

"Паук," he answers easily. She coughs, wiping dust off her face. "I've been shot," she tells him, rummaging through the supplies in the half-smushed jeep for a first-aid kit. "The engineer is dead." She pauses to focus on bandaging the bloody hole in her gut, and Barton panics. 

“Паук?! Respond!” he yelps right in her ear. “I’m doing first-aid, ястреб!” she snarls, and she can practically hear his embarrassment. “Sorry,” Barton mumbles, “I… I got worried.” His American accent is rough, raw, genuine.

For some stupid fucking reason, this makes Natasha’s heart constrict. She doesn’t deign to respond except with a cold, “Over and out.”

She thinks about it as she’s cleaning up the many, many scrapes from falling down the cliff. Did Barton really care for her like that? Was it all some greater scheme? 

Fucking hell, she thinks, I’m so damn sick and tired of being so wary of the first person to ever show me kindness.

>>>———————————————>

Clint Barton

June 5th, 2010

Clint and Natasha’s shared apartment

Clint flops on the couch, exhausted. Absently, he wonders when Nat’s going to get home. A few days was the longest S.H.I.E.L.D. had let them be apart since Budapest, and now they’d been apart for two weeks, give or take.

He’s only vaguely surprised to realize that he misses her.

The door clicks open. Lucky barks excitedly, and Liho meows from the back of the couch. And Nat’s there, just as exhausted and even more beautiful. She looks at him, unsmilingly, yet Clint can see the glint in her eyes.

“How are you?” she asks casually, sitting down on the couch next to him. “Tired as shit,” he answers. She laughs genuinely. It wasn’t even that funny.

He leans closer, waiting for the punch to his groin. Nat continues to watch him calmly. Clint swallows, tentatively running his calloused fingers through her red-gold curls.

Nat’s eyes drift shut, and she leans into his touch. Clint’s breath hitches audibly and a delighted smirk curls Nat’s scarlet lips. “I missed you, you dork,” she whispers, snuggling close against his side. “I missed you too,” he whispers back, nuzzling a kiss into her hair and holding her close. He closes his eyes, breathing in her pine scent. 

God, she smells amazing.

~ ~ ~

so this was meant to be long but the MCU's timeline is confusing and even longer and also I don't like having to bullshit scenes where we know they happened but we don't know the exact details because my brain is just like "But What If 🤭 This Didn't Actually Happen 🤔”

anyway

"Ястреб" = Hawk

"Паук" = Spider

[itsdrippingred]

Natasha: We have a problem.

Clint: No, YOU have a problem. I just have a wife who keeps creating them.

[hotsauceandfork]

yelena once said “kate bishop” and i can never say that name again ever since without an accent goddammit

[yyink]

Doomed Clintasha 😔

clintasha makes me so weak

[bronzewool]

Creators: (Doesn't develop the friendship between a boy and girl and expects me to ship them)

Also creators: (Does develop the friendship between a boy and girl expects me to NOT ship them)

[itsdrippingred]

I’m sorry but this is so funny to me.. just imagine what could going on here.

Natasha: Hey, Clint.. *trying to hold back laughter* Can you do the thing.

Clint: What, now??

Natasha: Yeah.

Clint: Nat-

Natasha: Please.

Clint: Alright.. Fine. *Fires off a foamy whistling nerf arrow*

Natasha: What did you hit?

*wailing in the distance*

Clint: A small child.

Steve: You hit a child?! Did you miss?!

Clint: I told you; I don’t miss.

Steve: I can’t be apart of this. *walks off arms flailing*

Natasha: Did you really mean to hit that kid?

Clint: No, not all. I definitely missed but I wasn’t going to tell him that.

[waltermis]

I miss them 🥹🥲

[chaxan08]

Yelena: Our relationship is strictly professional.

Kate, sitting on Yelena's lap: Absolutely, only business.

[gattaxa]

Kate Bishop & Yelena Belova Vampire!AU

"She looked so pretty like the Devil."

[voicesinthedarkness]

Hidden Injury

Natasha’s key clicks in the lock of Clint’s apartment and she sighs in relief, the same way she does every time. It’s a near-constant worry that Clint has changed his locks, purposely without telling her or giving her a new key.

The door creaks open, and Natasha steps inside. Her ankle hurts and there’s a couple stab wounds in her stomach, but it isn’t hard to hide the pain. Never is.

Natasha moves through the small apartment, smiling when she finds Clint snoozing on the couch beside Lucky and Liho, the latter of which she’d asked him to take care of while she was on her mission.

Natasha gets in the shower, groaning with pleasure when the hot water hits her sore neck and back. She gets out only a few minutes later, though, to keep her injuries as dry as possible.

Clint enters the bathroom as she’s washing her face. “Hey,” he says, rubbing out the last of the tension in her shoulders. “Hey,” she answers, finally getting the last of the dirt on her face. “How was it?” he asks. She shrugs and turns to press her forehead to his chest, fingers surreptitiously checking her stitches.

He sighs, resigned to the fact that Natasha probably won’t tell him anything, and tugs her out of the bathroom. The kettle’s boiling and a peppermint tea bag sits in a tea mug, making Natasha smile when she notices it. “It was fine,” she surrenders, the kettle beeping. “Quick in and out. Some dickhead trying to escape a prison who really shouldn’t be.” Clint chuckles, the relief evident in his voice, and grabs the honey and cream for Natasha. “Thank you,” she whispers, leaning into him as she pours her tea. Clint’s arms wrap around Natasha’s waist, her heart skipping a beat when his fingers run over her stitches. “Nat,” he murmurs sternly, pulling her shirt off to look at them. “They’re fine,” she snaps, grabbing for her shirt and wincing when the movement puckers the skin around her stitches. Clint sighs again, ensuring that they’ve stopped bleeding, and returns her shirt. “Thank you,” she scowls, but she knows Clint can see her smile.

Within ten minutes, they’re curled up on the couch, covered in blankets, cat, and dog, Natasha’s stitches more securely bandaged on insistence of Clint. “Stubborn,” he says after putting away the first-aid kit. “Who, Lucky?” Natasha laughs, trying to get the half-asleep dog out of Clint’s warm spot on the couch. “Well, maybe I won’t come back, then. I’ll just stay over here and eat the pizza I ordered.” Clint sits at the kitchen table, making Natasha squawk with protest. “Nooo, I wanna sit with you.” He raises an eyebrow. “The Black Widow, clingy?” Immediately her cheeks are like tomatoes, and she ducks her head, embarrassed. “I—I can go,” she mumbles, flinching when she moves too fast, irritating her stitches, but she steps too close to Clint and he grabs her gently. “Stay,” he breathes in her ear, holding her to him and wiping her wet eyes. She nods, and they wait for the pizza together.

[gazpachito]

Fight so dirty, but you love so sweet

[floilee]

The girlfriend 👇🏼

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Bucky: Why is Y/N crying?

Kate: They're drunk and Wanda just told them that she couldn’t be their girlfriend.

Bucky: Has anyone told them that she’s their wife?

Yelena: Nah, we’re having too much fun.

[yyink]

Lil Clint Dump

minor Clintasha and Like a Kate drawing😭

tbh ive been meaning to post Ive just got caught up in something else so tryna come back!!

well heres a post before I probably die again