#clint barton prompt

[katebishopsleftshoe]

clint barton x younger!avenger

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a/n: my first headcanon-post on here aahhh I'm so excited! I hope you guys enjoyy

word count: 1.2k

warnings: age gap (reader is 24, clint is in his 40s), reader is fem!

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• clint barton is not the type to go for younger girls

• usually he leaves that to tony stark, who is basically leonardo di caprio reincarnated

• "noo don't turn 25 you're so sexy aha" - literally tony

• but then this young woman joins the avengers, probably just turned 24, amazing fighting skills

• everyone in the compound is all infatuated with her, watching her every move with heart eyes

• clint barton can't help but admire her too, but he knows that such a young gorgeous girl like her would never want an old guy like him

• miss new girl has already wrapped steve rogers around her little finger and clint knows he stands no chance

• until things take a twist

• you have an upcoming mission which clint is supposed to train you for

• you're both very nervous to start training together, mostly because you've both been eyeing each other for a while (not knowing that it's mutual)

• greetings at first training are kept very short, just because you're both very nervous

"clint", you nod, greeting your new training partner. he was just walking into the gym, water bottle in his hand. his training clothes consisted of grey sweatpants and a black long-sleeve compression shirt. jesus christ. you had to stop yourself from drooling.

"y/n", he greets back with a tight-lipped smile.

• clint obviously showed up to training like this on purpose, wanting to see if you'd have a particular reaction

• spoiler alert: um yeah you did

• basically it only increased the little crush you were harboring on him

• when clint saw you stare at his muscles for a little too long, he had to bite back a smile

• eventually, when the two of you would become more comfortable with each other and he would wear similar things, he would ask you stuff like: "like what you see?"

• you just roll your eyes, overplaying the fact that obviously you do 🙄

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• after a while of training, you and clint become a well-coordinated team!

• you notice that you guys actually have the same type of humor, so training sessions are always filled with lots of laughter

• before training, clint braids your hair so it doesn't get in the way (i'm screaming)

• he knows a few braids because of his daughter and he's glad he remembered them so now he can do them on your hair

• he's soo afraid to hurt you during training and always goes easy on you

• freaks out when you fall

• "baby are you okay?" and he says it so worriedd

• the "baby" just slips out 🤭

• both of you get so flustered

• clint is like "why tf did I just say that" to himself

• you only murmur that you're fine, allowing him to help you up, but he accidentally pulls you up against his chest

• he literally freaks out even more when you touch his torso with your hands

• you quickly distance yourselves from each other, awkwardly avoiding each other's gaze

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• moments like these only get more frequent between you two

• for example when you have to sit on clint's lap on the way home from a mission because there isn't enough space in the car or when you bump into him the hallways of the compound, him being shirtless because he just took a shower

• you both know you like each other as more than just friends / teammates but you don't know what to do about it

• so you just quietly pine for each other and flirt during training

• but of course it's always just "friendly" and "casual"

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• clint and you obviously have banter, his sarcasm and playfulness is at its peak when he's with you

• the two of you like having little verbal play fights

• clint during training with you: "that's the best you can do?"

• and he says this while smirking and wiggling his eyebrows which makes you want to jump him 🙄

• but you counter: "your ass must be pretty jealous of all the shit that comes out your mouth"

• this makes clint laugh loudly and he wraps an arm around your shoulder for a moment saying "good one" while grinning

• in general he lovessss that you always have comebacks for his sarcastic remarks

• sometimes, when he wants to tease you even more, he picks you up, slinging you over his shoulder 🤭

• "clint, put me down!!!"

• "sorry princess, no can do! not until you agree to stop whining about me paying for your lunch"

• "clint-"

• "no y/n, I don't want to hear it. I really don't mind paying from time to time. anything for you"

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• a few days later, you, clint and the other avengers went out to party to celebrate another mission gone well

• you're eager to dance and you wanna dance with clint

• he refuses first, which annoys you

• "come on you grandpa"

• "y/n I have many skills but dancing isn't one of them", he laughs

• "come onn, try at least!!", you encourage him, smirking

• he sighs, reluctantly letting you drag him on the dance floor

• you both start dancing while the other avengers go to the bar to order drinks

• they come back to their seats only to see you and clint making out on the dance floor 🤭

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• that evening basically kick-started your relationship

• literally, clint can't believe he pulled you

• he feels so lucky to be your bf

• but he's also so scared you will dump him for any other younger guy you meet

• he definitely thinks he's not good enough for you :(

• so you gotta reassure him sometimes

• you guys are the goofy couplee

• you make dad jokes to each other all.the.time and your friends are soooo annoyed by y'all

• you even make jokes during missions like when there's a weird ass looking alien you have to fight you tell clint:

• "omg clint look he's literally you"

• clint: 💀

��� honestly he loves you but sometimes he's also so done with you because why are you showing him the 5th meme in a row??? XD

• clint does take on the more dominant role in your relationship bc he's always watching out for you, does a lot of things for you (he once built you a shelve from Ikea you really wanted for your books)

• he likes to take the lead so when you're with him and for example exploring a new city / traveling, you can just relax and because you know clint already took care of everything that needed taking care of!!

• maybe he also has a slight arrogance and thinks he knows things better just because he's older and more experienced 🙈

• that's probably his only red flag though, other than that he's naturally a golden retriever bf

• when you're sad he always knows how to lighten the mood and make you feel better instantly

• his kids also love you and after laura left clint you're definitely not the stepmom but the mom THAT STEPPED UP!!

• you and his kids are clint's #1 priority and he intends to spend the rest of his life with u :))

i hope you guys enjoyed!!

[kilibaggins]

Physical Affection Prompts

hi all! I just thought I'd make my own list of various physical affection prompts and since no idea is ever original some of these are 100% on other peoples lists but im not using other lists as reference or copying anyone. this list is for my own use and other peoples use and there's no need to credit me (though it's always nice).

reblog to have your followers send you these as prompts !! or just use them for your own writing.

all of these are meant as sfw prompts but some may seem a bit more intimate.

tracing someones face

tucking hair behind their ear

forehead kisses

desperate hugs

crying into their neck/shoulder

reversed little spoon & big spoon (the one who is normally the big spoon is the little spoon and vice versa)

holding their hand under a table

kissing their hand

kissing their collarbone

sitting with legs in their lap

morning cuddles where they're both mostly asleep and they don't want to wake up yet but they want to cuddle

petting their hair

head pats

sitting on the floor in front of them while they sit on the couch and their arms touch their legs.

holding both of their hands

hugs from behind

gently touching their waist to move past them (dont do this to someone you're not dating! dont believe I have to say this.)

grabbing their wrist or hand and turning them around

playing with their hands when nervous

slow dancing

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1360

Whumptober #10: Slurred Words

A: “B, do you copy? Where are you?”

B: “‘m here… sort of… kinda cozy in this corner…”

A: “There you are! Are you alright? What’s your status?”

B: “Status… uh… bit fuzzy, but I’m still kickin’… well, kinda… head’s… spinny.”

A: “B, did you hit your head? Are you hurt? Where are you?”

B: “Um… was tryin’ to… get to, uh… sector …can’t remember. Everything’s sorta… blurry, y’know?”

A: “Okay, okay. Just hang on. Keep talking to me. I’m tracking your signal, but you need to stay awake.”

B: “Aw, c’mon… I’m not… not goin’ anywhere… room’s doin’ enough spinnin’ for both of us…”

A: “Yeah, I bet. Just keep that radio on, alright? No shutting down on me.”

B: “Hey… do I sound funny to you? Can’t… can’t get my mouth to… to say things right…”

A: “You’re doing fine. Tell me what you’re seeing.”

B: “Uh… somethin’ like… a hallway… I think… and some kinda… uh, blue light… real pretty…”

A: “I’m almost there. Just stay focused on that light, alright? Talk to me. What’s the first thing you’re gonna do when we get you out of there?”

B: “Gonna… take the longest… nap… maybe grab… somethin’ to eat… got this craving for… uh… pizza…”

A: “Pizza sounds good. Hang tight, B. We’ll get you that pizza, after we get you to a doctor.”

There’s a distinctive groan over the radio, and A can’t help but chuckle. 

B: “With sides?”

A: “If you don’t fight the doctors this time.” 

B: “...f-fine.”

[oldfangirl81]

Fic ideas: Clint and Lucky undercover at the airport.

[tremorsmackenzie]

There is an unexplored time period in shield where maria, bobbi, may, natasha, isabel hartley, sharon carter, clint and coulson all worked simultaneously at shield and its a crime that we havent seen anything set in it. that literally sounds like the best thing ever.

like, may has nat in her contacts (season 2 i think). come on.

just imagine the snark.

[katebishopsleftshoe]

clint: *wearing grey sweatpants and a black compression shirt*

y/n: when has this become a WHORE HOUSE??!!

[askatrigenderlgbt]

Marvel prompt~♥

Tony: Clint?

Clint: *Munching on Pizza* Yeah?

Tony: *Sighing* Do you have to sit on my lap?

Clint: Yes.

Tony: Why?

Clint: *Hugs Tony.*

Clint: Bromance.

Tony: ...

Tony: Fine.

[oldfangirl81]

Because even if it wasn't true Bucky/Nat/Kate would write it while he slept. And Clint would wear it with a smirk.

[frenchfriedgiraffe]

week 1: pet

so obviously when given the prompt “pet” i just had to draw the best duo in the history of… everything? what can i say, i love these guys.

thanks again to the legend PT for motivating me to do this (and for the prompts of course)

[quietlyimplode]

ignite your bones

After the fall of General Dreykov, and the remnants of the Red Room still at large, Natasha first year at SHIELD is anything but healing. Labeled a traitor and a turncoat, Natasha tries to find her footing in a strange new world.

Whumptober 2024: Day 21 - Alt Prompt - Survivors Guilt

Warnings: child trafficking, red room (start of black widow)

Word Count: 2k (gif not mine)

Summary: Natasha and Yelena are split up. Clint and Natasha talk about their siblings.

Masterlist

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Yelena’s body is warm against her, Natasha can feel her body shaking, tears still running down her face.

They’re dirty, and tired and the smell in the shipping container makes her feel nauseous.

They can all hear the commotion outside, the container stationary.

Natasha can hear the whimpers and sobs of the other girls, everyone is so afraid. She is so afraid.

If they send her back there…

She feels tears on her own face as she hugs Yelena tighter.

They hang onto each other, Yelena’s little fingers pieces into her skin, but Natasha doesn’t care. She wants to go back to when they were at the house, back to her room.. Back to before.

She feels like she’s drowning.

The commotions outside, boots against the road, car doors slamming, screams of other girls; heightens everyone.

Their door opens.

No one can contain their fear.

One of the younger girls scream.

It’s piercing.

Natasha feels Yelena look up, the fear overrides them both.

Screaming, Natasha feels the fear take over.

Her whole body feels like she can’t take it.

She screams as they get hauled out, pushed against the wall of the container.

“Stand straight,” the order comes.

None of the smaller girls move.

One of them is hit, then pushed to the side.

Natasha stands in front of Yelena, trying to obscure her from view.

Flashlights and bright lights.

It’s chaos.

Girls sobbing.

Harsh voices.

The sound of a butt of a gun hitting flesh.

She seems him.

She knows the voice that haunts her dream.

Natasha tries to shove Yelena to the side.

It’s not too late for her to run, maybe hide.

The line of girls are pushed aside.

Pushed apart.

An arm grabs Yelena.

The scream of shock and pain makes Natasha hold on tighter.

Their screams add to the cacophony of sounds, but for Natasha all she can hear is Yelena.

The men in helmets pull her away, and Natasha screams in anguish. Yelena cries, she tries and fights.

Natasha feels her own body being dragged away.

She remembers how to fight.

Breaking free of his grip, she makes her way to her sister.

“Take this!”

Yelena stops fighting for a minute, as she pushes the pictures into her hands

“Take it!”

Yelena looks terrified.

They’re pulled apart and Natasha’s last view of her sister is her fighting against a soldier's arms surrounding her being pushed into a car.

She stops fighting then.

Feels all emotions bleed out of her onto the floor, until she feels empty.

She couldn’t save her.

She hears his voice.

He stands in front of her, smiling, grasping her face.

“The Red Room is your home now,” he tells her.

Forever, is the unspoken word.

She’s theirs forever.

“Put her in my car,” she hears him say.

Natasha feels herself get pushed, picked up and stuck into a car.

It starts to move and she looks around desperately for one last look at Yelena.

She keeps looking, until the world goes dark.

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“I had a sister once,” she starts.

Clint perks up, the words the first thing she’s said in hours.

She’s speaking in Russian. The words are soft, and he has to think, he’s not sure what she’s saying.

Russian isn’t his most fluent language.

“Hey,” he says, voice as low as hers, trying to meet her where she’s at.

“I had a sister once,” she says again.

This time he understands.

He doesn’t say anything else, wondering what she’s looking for.

He wants to reassure her, help break her out of this catatonia-like state.

Clint looks at her face, hoping for some recognition of him.

The morning had broken with rain and a thunderstorm; Clint’s favourite weather, so he’d opened the door, and let the smell of petrichor in.

Her eyes close and a tear rolls down her cheek.

“What was her name?”

He could ask in Russian, but he opts for English.

Finally, Natasha’s eyes focus on him.

“Yelena.”

Clint is unsure whether to keep asking questions or just let her come out of whatever this is by herself.

He doesn’t know her well enough to know.

Instead, he sits next to her and just waits.

It seems to be the right move.

“She liked the stars, and balloons,” she starts, her voice thick, and accented.

The sound of rain beats down on the cabin and they both watch it in silence until Natasha speaks again.

“They took her. I never saw her again.”

The horror of Natasha’s past never seems to end, the trauma of her life continuous.

Even he’s added to it.

“I had a brother,” he offers.

She turns towards him, the tear tracks wiped away, and her attention on his words.

“What was his name?” she asks.

He takes a minute to interpret it.

“Barney,” he replies.

Natasha looks to the rain.

“He ran away with the circus, I chased him there and to then to the army.”

If he surprises her with his words, she doesn’t make comment. Maybe joining the circus and the army doesn’t mean anything to someone who made it out of the Red Room alive.

“Do you miss her?” Clint asks, feeling the familiar pang of grief.

She doesn’t answer straight away; he thinks perhaps she’s never allowed herself to think of the answer.

“Yes,” she replies, swiping at her eyes.

“I miss him too,” he admits.

“He was annoying and loud and always ordered me around, but I miss him, even after all these years.”

Natasha nods.

“I wish she made it rather than me.”

“I wish I ran away when I still could.”

“I wish I took her with me.”

“I wish…”

She stops herself. Clint can see she wants to keep going, her glassy eyes full of she’d tears at things she stops herself from saying.

He wishes he understood more.

“I wish a lot of things,” she finishes.

The clouds seem to get darker, and Clint glances at his watch.

“Me too.”

He pulls the water bottle from his backpack and offers it to her.

“Here.”

Scabbed hands take it, and Clint nods.

“We have to go,” he sighs.

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[widowwnat]

natasha romanoff prompts/headcanons 4/?

natasha's birth name being natalia alianovna romanova is somehow unknown to the avengers

when the accords came out and the avengers were reading whilst sitting in the meeting's table, they get to the page where it says the names of the avengers and a little box underneath each name for them to sign.

all the names are there 'anthony stark, steven rogers ect.'

they see one name thats completely unfamiliar 'natalia alianovna romanova'.

tony is obviously the one to speak up and ask 'who the hell is that...?'

and secretery ross looks and him and smirks 'that is your resident miss romanoff'

natasha turns around and deadpans 'bitch you thought natasha was a russian name?'.

'thats one very long name yk?' sam says.

'stfu'

'romanova? huh. so are you like a lost princess? a descendant of the romanov's?' tony asks

'no tony. i am not. its a common russian surname.' she looks and him and says 'i think.'

'ok princess.' he replies, taunting.

natasha groans in her hands knowing he's gonna call her that for the next year.

steve looks confused and says 'wait but when we were in that bunker and zola said our names, he said 'Romanoff' not 'Romanova'.

'Romanova isn't on my sheild files. it was spoken in person to Fury, Clint and Maria. Otherwise the only other place you can find that name is in my old KGB files. which im assuming is where Ross found it. Loving the privacy Ross.'

'you're welcome miss romanoff.'

'fuck you mr secretary.' she says with a smile.

IF you wanna write a fic on this please do (i would but i have zero fic writing skills) send me the link or smth i wanna read it too xx :)

[be-compromised]

Promptathon 2024

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[moon-language-0]

my submission to @capim-tinybang is now live! one of two prompts released this week to kick off the prompt fest, if anyone's feeling inspired... (what do YOU think is going on, here? all entries welcome! see: event guidelines) [here it is on ao3] 🖤

[lifeinacartoon]

Agents of Snow

Christmas Drabble 3/25

The wind screamed through the mountain pass, snow blasting against Clint’s face as he trudged forward. His bow, useless in the storm, was strapped across his back, and every step felt heavier as the snow piled up around them.

“Are you sure we’re even moving?” Natasha shouted over the wind, her voice muffled by the thick scarf wrapped around her face.

“Moving, yeah,” Clint called back, squinting through the whiteout. “In the right direction? No idea.”

Her exasperated sigh was lost to the storm, but before Clint could offer a sarcastic apology, a dark shape loomed ahead.

“Cabin!” he yelled, relief surging through him.

Natasha squinted, then nodded, quickening her pace. They reached the small, weather-beaten structure in minutes, but their relief was short-lived. Snow had piled up against the door, almost burying it.

“Great,” Natasha muttered, yanking her gloves tighter. “Guess we’re digging.”

Clint dropped to his knees, his gloved hands plunging into the packed snow. It was hard work, the icy wind biting at any exposed skin as they scooped away handfuls of snow. Natasha worked beside him, her breaths coming in sharp bursts of white mist.

The door groaned under Clint’s first shove, refusing to budge. “Stuck,” he grunted, leaning his shoulder into it.

Natasha narrowed her eyes, crouching beside him. “Move.” She pressed her hands against the wood, bracing herself. “Together?”

“On three,” Clint said. “One, two—”

“Three!”

They shoved, the door creaking violently as the snow began to give way. With a final heave, it burst open, sending both of them stumbling into the cabin, Natasha landing on top of Clint in an undignified heap.

“Well, that was graceful,” Clint said, his voice muffled against the floorboards.

“Shut up,” Natasha muttered, rolling off him and sitting up. She shoved the door closed, barricading it with an old chair they found nearby. “At least it’s warmer in here.”

The cabin was dark and cold, but it was shelter. Clint dug through his pack, pulling out a flare. “Romantic lighting, anyone?”

Natasha snorted, taking it from him and igniting it in the tiny stone fireplace. The glow flickered to life, and while it wasn’t much, it was enough to chase the worst of the cold away.

They huddled under a shared emergency blanket, their backs against the wall. “Well,” Natasha said dryly, “Merry Christmas.”

Clint chuckled, shaking his head. “Merry Christmas, Nat. Next time, I’m picking the holiday spot.”

“Yeah,” she murmured, resting her head against his shoulder. “Somewhere warm.”

The storm raged on outside, but inside, they found a flicker of warmth—and hope.

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1355

Whumptober #5: Sunburn | Healing Salve | Heatstroke

“Go to the desert, they said, It’ll be great, they said. Absolute bollocks I say.” The whumpee rumbles, dragging their feet across the rocky desert. Their mission had taken far longer than expected, and they knew they’d miss the rendezvous the second the mark missed their supposed meeting time. Eventually, the whumpee managed to make the kill, and retreat back to the small cave in the hills they were hiding in, after hours of waiting in the blistering sun. 

The next morning, a terrible sandstorm hit, wiping out communications, ruining the landscape, and making it near impossible for your whumpee to retrace their steps. Still, with the commotion caused in the nearby camp due to their mission, the whumpee knows they need to press on; to at least make it across the valley to the next set of hills where surely more shelter was. They try and wait for their next chance - a break in the winds perhaps, but as night falls they know they’re stuck until sunrise. They try to hunker down behind a bend in the shallow cavern, but it does little to stop the harsh winds whipping coarse sand against their sunburnt skin. In an act of self-pity, they dig through their bag for a sip of precious water, and to see if they packed their salve…

They hadn’t. Of course they hadn’t. Nevertheless, your whumpee tries to get a few hours sleep, just managing a few naps here and there as they are kept up by debris and the discomfort of being so close to the enemy. The second the morning light hits, they’re up, though no more lucid. The heat is stifling, but they know they’re likely better off covered than exposed to the harsh heat. The winds had died down, though the valley had turned into a hazy bowl of dust. 

They trek for hours, their gps thrown by the extreme weather and heat. At one point, they trip and it cracks against a sharp stone - rendering it almost unusable. Still, the whumpee knows it’s best not to panic, but they can’t help the pit of uncertainty that begins to open in their stomach.

They begin to wonder if that is due to their hunger, as rationing the energy bars offered nothing more than vital glucose and vitamins. 

By nightfall, your whumpee finds shelter between some boulders, and sleep still doesn’t come easy. 

By noon the following day, the horizon begins to grow hazy, and their legs weak. They’re parched, they know, but they cannot afford to waste the precious water they have left on comfort. Instead they press on. At this point, maybe they’re being pursued by the enemy - or maybe they’re suffering from injuries due to a fall… 

Either way, their handler/team eventually finds them. They’re staggering across a dune, delirious from heat stroke and a blistering sunburn. They fall to their knees the second they see a familiar face. 

“Miss me?” They smirk through cracked and blistered lips; their voice raw. 

“Well someone had to come find you.” Says the caretaker, trying to be nonchalant despite the fact they’d been a whirlwind of worry the second the whumpee missed their check-in. 

[frenchfriedgiraffe]

week 4: fear

so… 6 days and a billion drafts later, its finally here! i definitely took some creative liberties with this prompt, but i was rereading fun and games and it kind of just took over my brain… a lot.