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Seeing Your Ex Happy

Seeing Your Ex Happy: An IronHawk Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Square: @clintbartonbingo​ G2 Pepper Potts

Rating:  M

Warning:  Angsty, hurt/comfort, language, mentions of sex.

Word Count:  1791

Pairing:  Clint Barton x Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary:  Pepper walks in on you, Tony, and Clint together after her and Tony’s break-up.  She doesn’t take it very well, and you and Clint try and mend some fences.

A/N: No character or ship hate in this fic.  Just a world where Tony and Pepper broke up, that’s all.

Seeing Your Ex Happy

Tony had kept saying he had to go to work.  It was imperative he goes in today.  There was absolutely no way he could miss work today.  It was important.  Serious things were at stake.

You objectively knew that to be true.  Things had been a mess, to put it mildly.  The breakup he’d had with Pepper had been tough.  Not that you’d seen that part.  You’d gotten to him by the time it had reached dumpster-fire proportions.

It wasn’t that anyone was to blame.  You knew first hand what it was like dating a superhero.  You were dating two after all.  Seeing the person you love - someone who was just as fragile and human as you - go out and risk their lives again and again and again - was tough.  In the end, Tony had broken his promise to stop one too many times for Pepper to handle and she’d left.

People grow apart.  It happens.  No one was to blame.  Still, it had been painful and Tony wore his pain like a festering open wound.  It had been difficult because Pepper still ran his company.  So that time you need apart to heal just never came.  They kept lashing out at each other any time something stressful happened.

Time heals all wounds - or so they say.  And for a little while, it was getting better.  Then Clint had forced Tony to go out drinking.  To get back up on the horse so to speak.  That’s when the normal garbage you have to deal with when you break up with someone but you still have to see them regularly had caught fire.

Tony and Clint were… well… cut from the same cloth.  That cloth was made out of something self-destructive and very fond of sex.  The first few times of going out drinking together had been just that.  They’d gotten drunk, flirted (with other people and each other) and then come home.

Then they’d met you.

That’s when all bets had been taken off the table. What had been a friend trying to help take the other's mind of a painful break up had been two guys getting a little competitive for one woman’s attention.  Which had been more than a little flattering for you.  Then things had gotten weird and you’d all ended up waking up all tangled together in the same bed with very little memory of how exactly you’d gotten there.

There had been an agreement that whatever had happened the night before should never be spoken about and definitely should never happen again.  You’d gone home not expecting to ever see another Avenger in person again.

Only the next day you’d woken up in the exact same place.  It hadn’t just been a ‘you and them’ situation though.  They were equally as into each other as they were with you.  Whatever had happened when they met you just seemed to open up the potential for anything at all.  None of you could quite explain it, but that might be simply because none of you could remember it.

You were happy though.  They seemed to be too.  Your two disaster men.  Not broken.  Just bent.

Except that the rumors of Tony’s backslide into his old playboy days had hit the press almost immediately.  Photos of the night of debauchery that none of you could remember came out.  Nothing explicit.  Just pictures of the three of you holding hands and kissing and some of them taking shots off of you.  But it wasn’t like you’d accidentally released a sex tape or anything.  Inside your bubble together, you, Tony, and Clint were as happy as three peas in a pod.  Outside the flame had been sparked.

Like with most people who see their ex move on before they do, Pepper had been hurt.  Worse though, in her eyes, he had moved on by sliding back.  She’d told him in no uncertain terms that she couldn’t watch as he destroyed himself.  He had called her jealous.  She had said she quit.

Pepper was a good person though.  Too good really.  If it had been you, you would have just left.  Despite the pain it caused her seeing Tony with you and Clint, she had said she’d stay until Tony had found someone who would take over the reins of the company. It had taken a full year for them to find someone and train them and have him be totally sure he trusted them not to sink his company or turn it back into what it was.

Today was supposed to be the day the reins were publically handed over and Pepper got to leave and start her new job and new life that had nothing to do with Tony Stark.

He had to be there for that.  You knew that.  He knew that.  Even Clint knew that.  But he didn’t want to, and Clint was having far too much fun distracting him.  When he’d go to stand Clint would grab his hand and kiss his neck, begging him for five minutes more.

It didn’t really take a lot to distract him and those five minutes ended up being closer to five hours.  Clint was good at that.  He could make you forget the important meeting or the party you’d been looking forward to.  He had this special blend of idiocy, vulnerability, and amazing hands that just made time irrelevant.

So when Pepper barged through the front door it was a surprise, to say the least.

“Tony!  Where were you?  How dare you do…”  Her voice carried down the hall and then stopped dead as she came into the living room.

The three of you had been cuddled up together, your legs over Tony’s lap, Clint had one leg behind Tony and the other over yours.  They had been kissing when Pepper had stormed in, Tony mumbling into Clint’s lips about needing to leave as you nipped as his throat.  You all froze and looked up at Pepper like a trio of deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck.

“Right.  Of course, this is what you would be doing.  Same old Tony, right?  Can’t show up to an important event has to be because he’s drunk or in an orgy or both,” Pepper snapped.  “Not even when it’s important to me.  Well, thank you very much.”

“Pep…”  Tony said softly.

“Forget it.  I had hoped the part I’d fallen in love with might rear its head long enough to say something nice about me leaving and show a unified front to the world.  I guess that part isn’t there anymore,” she hissed.  “Well, don’t worry about it.  Goodbye, Tony.  I hope you have a nice life.”

She spun on her heel and stormed off.  Tony blinked at the void in the room that she used to occupy and Clint jumped to his feet.  He grabbed your hand and tugged on it.  “Come on.  We gotta fix this,” he said.  You got to your feet and Tony went to get up too. “No, Tones, stay here.  Let us try and explain.”

Tony nodded and you and Clint chased after Pepper.  

“Pepper,” you called as you caught sight of the redhead hitting the call button for the elevator.

She ignored you and just started stabbing at the button harder.

“Pepper,” Clint said gently. “It’s me.  You know me.”

Pepper spun around, rubbing her red-rimmed eyes.  “He should be chasing after me.  Not you.”

“We stopped him,” you said.

“Pepper.  This is my fault.  All of it,” Clint said.  “It’s my fault that he went out drinking.  It’s my fault this-“ he indicated between the two of you. “- happened.  It’s my fault he didn’t go out today.  But please … you gotta know.  No one did this to hurt you.”

“Yeah, well it did.  It did hurt me.  And you can’t take that back,” Pepper snapped.

“I don’t want to.  I’m in love with him,” Clint said.  Pepper stared at him like he’d just slapped her in the face.  “When the two of you broke up, he was broken.  He was drinking again and he wasn’t going out.  Rhodey couldn’t even get through to him.  So I thought maybe if he could just have a night where he didn’t think about what he lost when he lost you.  And we had fun.  So we did it again and again and he was starting to be… not good … but okay.  And then we met this little minx and okay started to move to good.  I know that’s not easy to see.  Not when you’re still not okay.  But we all want you to be good too.  This isn’t about him being some sexual deviant, Pep.  I love him.  And I want him to be good.”

Pepper shifted on her feet and folded her arms over her chest.  “That doesn’t excuse today.”

“He woke up today and it was like he was getting ready to go to a funeral,” Clint said.  “He was…”

“Grieving,” you finished.  “It was bad.  He doesn’t want to drive you away but he knows he has and it’s killing him.”

“So we… well I… tried to cheer him up.  I guess time got away from us.  He did keep saying he needed to leave,” Clint explained.

Pepper let out a breath and shook her head.  “Today was important.”

“I know.  I’m sorry.  I really am,” Clint said.  “Please don’t take that out on him.”

“What does it matter, Clint?  I won’t be seeing him again,” she said sounding defeated.  The elevator doors opened behind her and she turned and stepped in.  She caught the door as it was about to close and looked directly at you.  “I hope you can handle what being with them means.”

You frowned a little and took Clint’s hand as the doors slid closed again.

“Well, that went well,” you said.

Clint shook his head.  “Could have been worse.  She’s hurt.  It’s her right.  Sucks when your ex moves on first.”

You nodded and the two of you went back into the penthouse.  Tony was sitting on the couch looking up expectantly at you both.  “What did she say?”  He asked.

You took a seat on either side of him and Clint ran his hand up into the back of Tony’s hair, making him close his eyes and hum.  “She said that she forgives you and hopes that you find what makes you happy,” Clint lied.

Tony smiled a little and nuzzled into Clint’s neck as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer.  Sometimes that’s what was needed.  Just a white lie and the people you were falling for so you could finally move on.

[trashcanakin]

Made for @tonystarkbingo

Title: I Run To You

Collaborator Name: Trashcanakin

Card Number: 3031

Square Filled: S1 - Cleaning

Ship/Main Pairing: Tony Stark/Clint Barton (Can be seen either pre-slash OR general friendship)

Rating: Teen+

Major Tags: No archive warnings apply, TW for blood, Injury, fighting/violence

Summary: [Moodboard] Clint once again finds himself in a scuffle, and goes to Tony for help.

Word Count: N/A

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The accompanying fic written for @clintbartonbingo

Can be read here!

[avengerscompound]

Bartoned - Chapter 24

Bartoned - A Hawkeye Fanfic

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Rating:  E

Warnings:  smut (M|F, light d/s, blindfolds, bondage, oral and vaginal sex, use of a sex dungeon)

Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count:  3911

Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Chapter 24

Clint had been more than a little excited when you went in for your post-natal check-up. It was the one where you got told your birth control options and all things going as expected you’d be cleared for sex. You wanted that too, but you worried.

Your body felt different since you’d given birth to Natasha. The Avengers' training schedule,  had given you some nice muscle definition. That had all gone and you were all soft and stretch-marked. That wasn’t the big problem though. You logically knew Clint didn’t care about that. You had felt less you in that sense when you were nine months pregnant and he was all over you like a rash.

The problem was now you were sleep-deprived. Your breasts were often sore and you hated them being touched. Even if you didn’t, they leaked milk with almost any stimulation. And on top of that, you’d just passed a small human through the very spot Clint was so excited to get to explore again. You worried that it would feel different or wrong and you wouldn’t be able to perform because you kept thinking about that constantly. Which of course made you think about that too much too.

Still, you did want to have sex again and logic said that eventually, that need would overwrite the self-consciousness you were feeling. Especially, with the way that Clint looked at you - like you were a particularly tasty snack. So you got your check, had an IUD put in and you were given the all-clear for whatever activity you wanted. You just had to work out what that was.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” Clint assured you, grazing the back of his fingers up and down your leg.

Natasha wasn’t down yet. She was currently on her stomach on the floor straining as hard as she could to keep her head off the ground. Clint had brought up the possibility of having sex tonight. He wasn’t actively pushing for anything to happen. He was just doing the thing the two of you had promised you'd do from now on. Communicating. He didn’t want to push you - he just wanted you to know he was ready when you were and if there was anything he could do to make you feel more ready, he’d do it.

“I want to, Clint. But…” You paused and broke eye contact with Clint not wanting to admit what was really the matter. “What if she wakes up?”

“It’s a possibility,” Clint said. “But what do we really need? Four minutes?”

You started laughing and leaned your head against his shoulder. Clint wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you a little closer to him. “Four? You going for a personal best?”

“Well, it’s been a while. I gotta make it special,” Clint teased, nuzzling against your ear. “What can I do to make you feel better about this?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I - I think about using a toy and I’m fine with it. It’s my body. I know where things feel weird still and what feels good. And it’s just me. I can close my eyes and just go to town. It wouldn’t take me long and I wouldn’t need to worry about Nattie interrupting me. But… actually, having sex? I just …”

“Is it me? Did we rush things? It’s the engagement, right? If you think we should go back to being just friends, you can say, you know?” Clint said a little too quickly, that panicky self-doubt bubbling up.

You reacted quickly, straddling his lap and cradling his jaw so he was looking up at you. You smiled down at him, gazing into the blue of his eyes, as you ran your hands down his neck and over his shoulders. You grazed your fingertips over the defined muscles in his arms and leaned in, resting your forehead against his. “It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. I just… feel weird about me.”

“But you’re gorgeous,” he said.

“You saw a baby come out of me,” you countered.

He chuckled. “Yeah, that was a horror show. But… it hasn’t … I still wanna get all up in there.”

You smiled. He was such an idiot, and yet somehow knew exactly what you needed to hear. “Mmm such good dirty talk.”

Natasha started to fuss on the ground and you slipped off Clint’s lap and he picked her up. “Did my little girl get a bit tired?” he asked as he lay her on her back on his lap. She looked up at him fascinated, still alert, and ready to engage with the world, though you knew it wasn’t likely to last.

“If I were to go and take care of my own business. I’d probably think about you. And maybe Steve double-teaming me, if I need that little bit more of a nudge to reach the finish line,” you said as you cuddled back into his side.

“Your mommy sure does know how to make a guy feel special,” Clint said, looking down into Natasha’s eyes and playing with her feet. “So… I have an idea. And it’s probably dumb because it’s my idea.”

You poked Natasha in the tummy. “Go on.”

“From what I’m getting, you don’t feel quite you. And you’re worried that I might do something that will make that feeling worse. Touch you in the wrong way. Look at you differently. Whatever…” he said.

You pulled back and looked at him. “That’s totally what it is.”

“I’m not just a pretty face. But don’t tell Steve. He hasn’t figured that out yet, and while he thinks I’m dumb, he doesn’t ask me to do anything,” he said.

You snorted, making Natasha’s gaze flick to you, a funny startled expression on her face.

“Yeah, Nattie. Your mommy sounds funny when she snorts, doesn’t she?” Clint said, lifting her over his head. “So,” he continued, pulling her back in close to him and starting to rock her. “What if I ask Nat to come and watch Nattie while we … borrow her room. She has… things. Lots of things. She might not mind if we borrow the ones that don’t involve the exchange of bodily fluids.”

“What are you talking about, Clint?” you asked.

“Nat has a sex dungeon,” Clint said.

You choked and looked at him. “She what?”

“Oh don’t act so surprised,” Clint said. “It’s Nat. Anyway, you can tie me up. Blindfold me. And then do what you’re comfortable with. I won’t be able to touch you. I won’t be able to see you. But I’ll be able to feel you. Then next time I’ll know what’s okay to do.”

“That’s…” you stopped and shook your head a little. “Really hot, Clint. We can try it. I’m not promising anything though. Are you sure you want to do that?”

Clint nodded enthusiastically. “Honey, you don’t even know how much.”

Natasha had agreed to both watching her namesake and you using her apartment very quickly, and you weren’t exactly sure which part of the deal she was more excited about, the babysitting or the making sure you and Clint got laid. When Clint had said it would be a couple of hours tops and Nattie probably wouldn’t even wake she’d made sure to make a point of him taking his time and not rushing anything.

Clint led you into the room that he’d called Natasha’s sex dungeon. ‘Dungeon’ wasn’t exactly an accurate word for it. It was soft-lit with a lot of deep mahogany and black throughout the room and full, floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over midtown. Thankfully the windows of the Avengers Tower were the one-way kind because the things this room contained would have given the press a field day to report on. The walls were paneled in mahogany halfway up and then black, padding the rest of the way. Set into them were beautiful bronze sconces that let off a soft golden glow. There was a long set of drawers along part of one wall, on top of them were racks with various canes and whips, as well as baskets with things like lube, condoms, and dental dams. On the wall opposite the window were a suspension rack and a Sybian that allowed whoever was on it to be shackled into place. Down the middle of the room, in order was a sex swing that hung suspended from the ceiling, a bench that could be used to shackle someone in a variety of positions, and closest to the window a bed that almost looked like a cage. It had bars on either end and chains hanging from the frame around the top. There were shackles all the way around and places where a person’s wrists, ankles, and even head could be locked into place. You blinked around the room in a mixture of shock and awe.

“How many times have you been in here?” you asked.

“This one in the tower?” Clint asked. “Just twice and one of those was because I was borrowing something. The version of this she had back in DC - so many times.”

You chuckled and approached him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He circled his arms around your waist and looked into your eyes. “Are you a bit of a dirty bird?” you asked.

“Mmm… you know it,” Clint said. “I like it every ol’ which way.”

“Can I ask what might be a mood-ruining question?” you asked.

He rubbed his nose on yours. “I’d prefer if you didn’t,” he said playfully. “But I also know it’s gonna eat at you and ruin the mood anyway. So let’s get it over with.”

“What happened with you and Nat?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Don’t really know. Mighta tried the romantic bit a little too soon for each of us. Maybe we’re just the same kind of broken, which meant we could never quite commit to it. We slipped a lot after that first break-up but anytime we got back together it just ended up with us breaking up again.” He wrinkled his nose a little. “I’m gonna say something now that might sound like I think Nat and I are meant to be or something. It’s not at all what I’m saying. What you and I have, I’ve never felt this way with another person ever. This feels… right. Okay?”

You gave a nod. “It’s okay. Say it.”

“I love Nat so much. She is my best friend and sex with her was phenomenal. We did things I’d always thought would stay in that fantasy spot that you can’t even tell another person about. But anytime we got to that ‘we’re in a relationship spot’ we’d suddenly shove each other away. I think we’re supposed to just be friends. We’re better as friends. And you’ve seen what she’s like. She loves you and me together. She loves you and Nattie. So you don’t have to worry about me and her.”

You shook your head. “I’m not. You’ve known her longer than me. If you were going to be with her, you would be. And you’re right, she ships us so hard I bet she’s made a portmanteau out of our names. And you know something else? I love that your best friend is a woman. And that you also stay close with your exes. Those to me are good things. What we have works for us, but I like that if it doesn’t work, I know you’ll still be in my life.”

He smiled at you and brought his lips to yours. You kissed him deeply and guided him back towards the bed. He sat down on the edge of it and you climbed into his lap, grinding your hips against him as the kiss became frantic and hungry. Clint’s arms circled you and he pulled you close. You could feel him harden under you and you pulled back with a gasp.

“Wanna get tied up?” you asked as you looked down at him.

“With all my heart,” he joked. “You ever done anything like this before?”

You shook your head. “I mean, I’ve been tied up with just a scarf I could get out of and done the same. I had someone who spanked me while he was fucking me. But nothing that would require the use of a sex dungeon.”

Clint laughed. “Well, I don’t think we really need a sex dungeon either. But the things you need to know with these things - I can’t get out of them. So if I say I want out, you gotta let me out.”

“Right. Do we… do you want a safeword or anything?” you asked.

He groaned softly. “God, how I want to do the things that need me to have a safe word with you,” he said. “But not for the first time after Nattie was born. And not when you haven’t prepared for it. Just … you know if I tell you to stop, stop. I doubt I’m gonna, but sometimes the cuffs rub if they’re not on properly or my arms may get stiff in that position for too long. It’s not likely though.”

You nodded. “Right.”

He patted your hip. “Little bit intimidating being in here?” he asked.

You climbed off his lap. “A little. Exciting too though.”

He got up and went to the drawers. He had to open a couple before he found what he was looking for and on his way back to you he started to undress. “I guess the other thing you need to know is. I really like doing stuff like this. So you know, I might take it a little too seriously.”

“How come you never brought it up before?” you asked as you watched him strip.

Clint looked at you and raised an eyebrow. “We had sex three times and then nothing and then you were all pregnant and horny and I wanted to make sure you were taken care of.”

You frowned and looked down at your engagement ring, running your thumb over it. “Are we rushing getting married?”

“Oh shit,” Clint said. “I’m naked and we’re doing this talk? What just happened?”

“Well, you have this whole thing -” you waved your arms around. “- that I didn’t even know about. And that’s important. Your needs being met is important. And I never knew about the stuff with Nat. I named my daughter after her because you guys are so close but I never even thought to ask about why you broke up.”

“You just said you were okay with that,” Clint said, sitting beside you.

“I am! Really. But what if I hadn’t been? We’re engaged! I should have asked that first, so I knew I’d be okay with your answer,” you said.

Clint sunk to his knees in front of you, and put his head on your lap. “Babe, we don’t need to know every little thing. We’ve known each other for almost a year. We know what we’re like together. We know how we make each other feel. I like sex, yes, but I don’t need sex dungeon sex. I’d be happy doing what we do. It’s good. I just have experience, is all. You’ve done things I haven’t that you haven’t told me.”

You ran your fingers through his hair. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah. I’m sure,” he said, rubbing his cheek on your thigh. “I’m an open book for you. That’s the thing I think is important. I don’t even think I need to hide anything from my past. And there’s some fucked up stuff. Stuff I haven’t told Bobbi or Nat. But I’m not even scared you’ll find out. I wasn’t not telling you this stuff, I mean, you’re in the sex dungeon now. I am telling you. And besides, we’re open, right? If you didn’t want to do it, I could… you know?”

You hummed and tugged lightly on his hair. “Yeah, you’re right. But… I do still wanna try it, sometime.”

“So, we’re still getting married?” he asked.

“Yeah. It’s still on,” you answered.

“Good, 'cause I wanted to put this really… nice… espresso… machine… on… our… registry,” he said as he kissed the inside of your thighs.

“Yeah, That’s important,” you giggled. “We haven’t really enacted the open thing yet.”

“No. That’s true. You’re a handful. When would we even have the time?” he teased, kissing closer to the apex of your thigh.

You pulled his head back so he was looking up at you. “Nope. No kissing there.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he groaned. “Where do you want me?”

“On the bed. On your back,” you ordered.

He quickly complied and lay down on his back in the middle of the bed. You straddled his waist and ran your arms up his, as you guided them up over his head. He looked so good stretched out under you, his muscles taught and straining slightly as he held his breath. There were several devices for binding his hands, some of them you weren’t even sure you could operate, so you selected some lined leather cuffs that closed the same way an average belt did. You buckled one around his wrist and he arched his back a little to look at what you were doing. “Not too tight. Not too loose. Just firm.”

You gave a little nod and when you thought they looked right you looked down at him. “That right?”

He twisted his wrists and pulled on them, before giving a sharp nod. “Yep. Feels good.”

“Take one last look then,” you said grabbing the blindfold he’d gotten from the drawer. He smirked up at you and you slid the blindfold on.

Looking down at Clint, bound and blindfolded, completely naked and ready for you was very inviting. You crawled down him and flattened your tongue, running it up from his stomach to his chest. He moaned softly and squirmed under you. The way his muscles clenched and pulled taut as he did, sent a shiver through you, going straight to your cunt. You rocked against him, creating a sweet friction that drew more of your wet from you. You crawled off him and stripped down to just your bra. He lay waiting patiently for you, his fingers flexing a little as he tried not to squirm.

You crawled back up between his legs and nosed at his cock. He sucked air through his teeth sharply and lifted his hips, just a little. You imagined a time in the future when you played a game where he wasn’t allowed to do that. Where you’d spank him for being bad. It only made you more turned on. You licked up the length of his cock, your tongue flicking over the bead of precum that was beading on the head of his cock. It formed a sticky tendril from your tongue to his dick that snapped off and you licked your lips.

Clint groaned. “That feels so good.”

“Yeah?” you asked, running your hands down his stomach to his thighs. “Want me to suck your dick for a bit?”

“Yes, please,” he groaned, lifting his hips higher. You licked up his cock again and took it into your mouth. You sucked slowly up and down his length as you tugged on his balls and gave them a soft spank.

Clint gasped and moaned loudly. “Oh god, yes. Thank you.”

You smiled around his cock and started to bob your head faster taking him deep down the back of your throat. He rewarded you with louder moans and grunts. His thigh muscles tensed as he tried to keep himself still and his legs began to tremble. “God.  Won’t last if you keep going,” he mewled.

You let go of his cock and crawled up, kissing your way up his chest as you moved to straddle his waist. As you kissed his neck to the corner of his jaw, he parted his lips slightly and lifted his head off the mattress. You brought your lips to his and kissed him deeply as you ground down on his cock. You rocked back and forth on it, the head of his cock moving up and down your folds. Disappearing and reappearing through the lips of your pussy.

He made a needy whimpering sound against your lips as he bucked up into you. You kept rolling your hips, drawing more of your wet out, letting your arousal grow and seep from you. It did feel a little strange, but you weren’t focused on it. Clint held all your attention. Having him like this, completely open and laid bare for you, was exactly what you needed to get out of your head. It was sexy and you felt in control and most of all, you loved him for thinking of this, and for giving it to you and trusting you.

You broke the kiss and sat up rocking your hips as you rested your hands on his chest. ��Fuck you are so hot, Clint,” you hummed.

“You feel good, babe,” Clint half groaned. “Wanna be inside you.”

You took his cock in your hand and pumped your fist up and down the length before lowering yourself down on it. You moaned as you slowly let him fill you and the moan was echoed by Clint. You slowly began to swirl your hips, resting your hands on his chest as you watched the expression on Clint’s face. His lips were parted, and his head was tilted back slightly. He arched his back, pushing up into and rolling his hips in time, so there was a slight thrust with the swirl of your hips.

You started to bounce, slowly at first, just trying to draw things out. You began to move faster, really riding him. Sweat beaded on your skin as you moved up and down on his cock. “Fuck. Yeah, fuck, babe,” Clint babbled, moving as much as he could under you. His arms jerked in their bonds and he opened and closed his hands like all he wanted to do was touch you.

You brought your fingers to your clit and began to rub it quickly, matching your speed as you bounced on Clint’s cock. Your legs began to tremble as a current ran through your veins. Your whole body seized up and you threw your head back and came hard.

“Fuck!” Clint grunted and his hips snapped up into you as he released.

You collapsed down on him, keeping him inside you as you breathed heavily against his chest. He hummed and nuzzled at your hair. “God, I missed that,” he hummed.

“Mmm me too,” you said, slowly kissing his chest.

Neither of you said anything for a while, you just lay there, slowly kissing his chest.

“So…” Clint said after a little while. “Think you might untie me? We should probably clean up and go rescue Nat.”

You giggled and sat up, unfastening his wrists. “Sorry. The quiet was nice. I guess we better go back to the real world.”

Clint patted your hip as you climbed off him. “Don’t worry. I’m sure we can convince Nat to let us back here whenever you like.”

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Bartoned - Chapter 26

Bartoned - A Hawkeye Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Square: @clintbartonbingo​ - O5 Wedding

Rating:  E

Warnings:  mentions of  sex

Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count:  2316

Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Chapter 26

The six weeks that fell between baby Natasha’s first vaccination and Steve and Bucky’s wedding were hectic, but due to a severe lack of sleep, they seemed to pass in a bit of a haze.

Much to both yours and Clint’s delight, Nattie had started smiling and laughing. Clint couldn’t get enough of trying to make his little girl laugh. There was such a look of pure joy on his face when he heard that baby giggle, it was like nothing you’d seen before. There were none of his self-doubts in that look. None of his trauma. Just pure, innocent, happiness.

The other thing that Natasha had started to do was wriggle on the floor like she was trying to crawl sometimes. It was the cutest thing hearing her little grunts, as she smiled and her arms and legs flailed around wildly.

There had been another dress fittings with Kari and you’d started planning her bachelorette party. You’d booked a place in the Hamptons for a weekend and planned on doing a range of things from horseback riding to getting drunk on the beach.

You’d also been trying to figure out what you wanted for your own wedding. It was difficult because the two of you kept bouncing between these three concepts. Something that was more of a party than a wedding, something casual almost like a cookout, and something up high with a view. You just couldn’t figure out how to make those three things work.

You’d also gone to see some more houses, but that balance between money and distance was still sticking with you. It was not a good use of his money to throw it all into one house, but the three of you needed to move somewhere or decide it wasn’t going to happen because currently your room was just boxes of unpacked baby things and Clint’s was where the three of you were sleeping. Clint had gone to speak to Tony, and Tony had hooked him up with both a lawyer to write up a prenup and an accountant to help him manage his money.

There had also been a bachelor party for both Bucky and Steve. Bucky’s had been low-key. They’d gone to a cigar and bourbon bar and Clint had come home handsy and stinking of cigar smoke. Steve’s had been planned by Tony though, and all the men had been flown out to Vegas via private jet. Clint had texted you throughout the night telling you all the things that they’d made Steve do. He video-called at seven to talk to you and baby Natasha. He read a book to her while people in the background yelled at him about how he was whipped.

At one, you woke up to feed her and there was a text from Clint asking you to call him back as soon as you saw it. You went and changed your daughter and called him, half-asleep while you fed her. He’d said a couple had asked him to join them in the bedroom and if that was okay with you. You’d told him as long as he was safe and gone back to bed.

When he’d come back the next day he’d told you all about it. Initially, it was just a quick reassurance he had been safe and that he was still here with you. When you’d asked him how it happened and what he’d ended up doing, the little run down was quite the turn-on. You’d ended up having sex on the floor while he told you in fine detail exactly what he did with the couple he met in Vegas while Natasha napped in the bedroom, breaking the first rule of Vegas while you came three times.

On the day of the wedding, you wore a lavender cocktail dress with the idea you’d match Clint’s tie. You dressed Nattie in a cute white dress with lavender flowers around the hem and packed the baby bag and stroller with extra clothes. You had the feeling that bringing her along might end up with you needing to leave early, but the only people you’d ever gotten to babysit were invited and that was usually just for an hour or two.

Clint was wearing a suit in black with a lavender tie. It was the first time you’d seen him in a suit, and it was weird. It wasn’t a great fit and he seemed so uncomfortable in it. You came over to him and straightened his tie, while Nattie reached over and smacked him in the face. “Why do you look like you’re about to stand trial for public urination?” you asked.

“Hate suits,” he grumbled, taking Natasha off you.

“But you like dressing up,” you said.

“In costumes yeah. This isn’t a costume,” he argued.

“Sure it is. We’re rich industrialists going to win some new clients at the latest…” You trailed off while you tried to think where you were going.

“… gala for environmental sabotage?” Clint suggested.

You snorted and put your arm around his waist. “Yes. That. That’s where we’re going.”

“Okay, Lady Essex. Let’s go then. We can’t be late for the gala,” he said.

Clint had organized a town car to avoid having to find parking near the venue. As it wound through the streets of Midtown and crossed the Brooklyn Bridge Natasha drifted off to sleep.

“Wonder how long she’ll give us,” Clint mused.

You shrugged. “Hard to say really. But I can always go home early and you can stay if need be. Steve and Bucky were your people before they were mine.”

Clint leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Hopefully it doesn’t come to that,” he said. “I can’t believe it’s actually happening. Those two were engaged for so long. We all just thought they were gonna be fiances forever.”

“Must be exciting for them. Bet they never expected this to happen either,” you said.

“Oh yeah, they’re buzzing. When Thor got Bucky drunk on mead the dude went all wistful and kept talking about how big of an idiot Steve was and how much he loved him,” Clint said. “It was pretty gross… but funny.”

“If you don’t like wearing suits you shouldn’t wear one at our wedding,” you said.

He looked at you with an eyebrow raised. “But… don’t you kind of have to?”

“You show me the law that says you have to wear a suit at a wedding and I’ll make you wear one,” you said. “Until then, what else can you wear? We could do costumes. Make it themed. Knights. Or pirates. Or… you could wear a kilt. If you want to go really over the top, you can look at what men wore to the Met Gala for inspiration. Or if you want to dress down, just a nice sweater over dress pants. It’s our day. We’re making it ours.”

He smiled softly at you and leaned over and kissed you. “Can we serve pizza?”

“Hell yeah, we can,” you agreed.

He reached over and squeezed your hand. “I love you so much.”

“Are you sure? It sounds like you like pizza so much,” you teased.

“I can love more than one thing at a time,” Clint teased back. “I’m kinda excited. We really gotta find a venue.”

“And a home,” you said.

He chuckled and rubbed the back of your neck. The car pulled up at the Brooklyn Historical Society. You went into the 400-year-old Redstone building and parked Natasha’s stroller out of the way before heading through the rows of books to the middle of the library which had been set up with chairs forming an aisle. You and Clint put the gifts on the table with the others and sat next to Natasha, who immediately took her namesake off Clint and rocked her back to sleep as you waited for the ceremony to start.

When the celebrant, Sam, and Tony were standing at the front of the room and the seats were filled with what were mostly familiar faces - Bucky and Steve’s family were made up of Avengers and SHIELD Agents and they were all here to celebrate with them - a pair of cellos began to play ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow’. Steve and Bucky walked in from opposite sides of the room, both dressed in black three-piece suits. Bucky’s was paired with a gray tie, while Steve’s was a pale blue. They reached the aisle together and linked hands as they walked down together.

They reached the end and the celebrant stepped forward. “Friends, we are gathered here today to witness the union of these two people and celebrate the love they share. It is a unique love that has endured a century and many trials. Two men who, despite the odds against them, find themselves here in front of all of you, finally able to declare their love to each other. But first, we have a reading from Ms. Romanoff by James Kavanaugh, titled ‘Love is Not to Possess’.”

Natasha got up and moved to the front of the room cradling Nattie. “To love is not to possess, to own or imprison, nor to lose one’s self in another. Love is to join and separate, to walk alone and together, to find a laughing freedom that lonely isolation does not permit. It is finally to be able to be who we really are, no longer clinging in childish dependency nor docilely living separate lives in silence, it is to be perfectly one’s self and perfectly joined in permanent commitment to another - and to one’s inner self.”

She sat down again as everyone applauded and the celebrant stepped forward, beckoning to Steve and Bucky to step forward. The two men took each other’s hands and gazed into each other’s eyes the smiles glued to their faces. “Before you make your vows, I want to hear you each confirm that it is your intention to be married today. Do you come here freely and without reservation to give yourselves to each other in marriage?”

“I do,” Bucky and Steve said, speaking as one.

“Steve and James have their own vows and I ask them to read them now.

“Today, I stand before you and take you to be my husband. I promise to be open and honest with you and to take care of you each and every day. I promise to uphold the individuality and equality of our spirits, to share your joys and sorrows, to care for you in times of sickness, and to love you no matter what happens in our lives. And most of all, I promise to allow you to do the same for me. ‘Till the end of the line.” Steve said.

Bucky swallowed and cleared his throat. “Today, I stand before you to protect, love and cherish you. To help you carry your burdens and support your decisions, however stupid they might be. I promise to uphold the individuality and equality of our spirits, to share your joys and sorrows, to care for you in times of sickness, and to love you no matter what happens in our lives. And most of all, I promise to allow you to do the same for me. ‘Till the end of the line.”

The celebrant spoke again. “Your wedding rings are the outward visible sign of the invisible bond which unites your two souls in love. The perfect circle of the ring symbolizes eternity. What was once raw and unpolished, was shaped to make something beautiful and eternal, just like the love you share. As you place the rings on each other’s fingers, complete your vows to each other.”

Sam stepped forward and handed a ring to Bucky. Bucky slipped the ring onto Steve’s finger as his hands shook slightly. “I give you this ring as a symbol of my love for you. Let it be a reminder that I will always be at your side.”

Tony handed Steve a ring too and pulled what looked like a pen from his pocket. “I give you this ring as a symbol of my love for you. Let it be a reminder that I will always be at your side.” Steve said as he slipped the ring onto Bucky’s finger.

“You might need to shield your eyes, people,” Tony said, moving between Bucky and Steve. Bucky raised his hand and everyone covered their eyes as a bright flickering light and the sound of Tony welding Bucky’s ring in place.”

When the light faded you all looked up and the celebrant raised his hands. “Friends, I invite you to congratulate these two people now they have been joined as they seal their vows with a kiss.”

Everyone clapped as Steve and Bucky wrapped their arms around each other and kissed deeply. Neither seeming to lead, but rather coming together as equals. When they broke apart Steve was blushing slightly.

The staff started coming through with drinks and hors d’oeuvres as Steve and Bucky first signed the legal paperwork and they moved the chairs out and started setting up the tables for dinner. Clint kept grabbing the mini burgers each time they passed. “I want these at our wedding,” he said.

“Mini burgers and pizzas do sound like a Barton wedding,” you agreed.

“What else have you got planned?” Natasha asked.

“Nothing. That’s it,” you said with a shrug.

“I want a way more graphic kiss than Steve and Bucky’s,” Clint added.

“Yeah. One where people feel physically ill watching us,” you agreed.

For a moment you could see Natasha trying to stifle a laugh. It didn’t work though and she was soon laughing a little uncontrollably. “You two idiots. You’re really made for each other, you know?”

“Thanks, Nat,” Clint said, putting his arm around your waist. “I like to think so too.”

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Bartoned - Chapter 19

Bartoned - A Hawkeye Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Square:  @clintbartonbingo​ - B5, Interrupted Sex

Rating:  E

Warnings:  pregnancy stuff, labor, smut (M|F, oral sex, vaginal sex)

Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count:  2077

Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Chapter 19

Kari was a really bad bride. Not the bridezilla kind. Well, not really. You wondered if Natasha had to deal with the real bridezilla with Wanda or not. It was hard to imagine Wanda getting super bossy, but the wedding was important to her. Kari was more along for the ride. However, because she wasn’t a very girly girl, the wedding stuff didn’t come naturally to her, and anytime you suggested she try on a particularly poofy dress she threatened to make you wear pink taffeta.

“I’m gonna wear pink taffeta if you like it or not,’ you teased. “I’m gonna go out and buy the ugliest, frilliest dress I can find. Then I’m gonna chase you down the aisle.”

“You will not! I’ll kill you!” Kari argued.

“Stop with the threats and pick an outfit then,” you said, taking a seat on the couch in the bridal boutique. You were very pregnant now. Baby Natasha was due any time in the next four weeks. Being on your feet too long was just too much for you to deal with and while you weren’t sick of being pregnant, you knew that if she decided to be late, you were going to be doing everything you could to get her out of there.

Kari whined and tugged on the lace sleeve of a dress. “These aren’t me though.”

“Well, what is you? There’s no law to say you have to wear a big white dress. I bet Wanda wears one like that anyway. You can be the one in the suit. Or you can wear a simple dress. Doesn’t even need to be white,” you said.

“Of course, you would say that. You’re basically married to Clint and you won’t even admit to being in a relationship,” she pouted.

You huffed and pinched the bridge of your nose. Sometimes you wished she got you the way Clint did. “Yeah, yeah. This isn’t about me. When I get married, I’m gonna dress like a butterfly.”

“When?” Kari asked. “And what do you mean you’re gonna dress like a butterfly?”

You shrugged. “I dunno. Butterflies are cool.”

She shook her head and went back to browsing racks of clothes. “You’re hopeless.”

“Me? You just have to wear a dress and you can’t do it,” you argued.

“Well fuck you too,” Kari said, giving you the finger.

You burst out laughing. “I’m going to leave you, you know? Then you have to do this all alone.”

She whined and flopped down beside you. “Maybe I need to go home and do some research. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“That is extremely evident,” you said, wrapping your arm around her shoulder. “But there is time. What do they say? You’ll know it when you see it.”

She leaned her head on your shoulder for a moment, before pulling you to your feet. “Alright, preggo,” she said. “Let’s get you home. I have research to do.”

You followed her out to the car that was waiting for you both. Clint had somehow roped Happy into driving you everywhere because he worried that you were going to go into labor on the subway. The head of security didn’t seem to love the arrangement, and anytime you asked him why he agreed, he muttered words like ‘morals’ and ‘responsibility’.

“You and Clint found a house yet?” Kari asked as you both got comfortable in the back.

You laughed. “You seriously think I wouldn’t have called you immediately if I had found our new house?” you asked. “No. Not yet.”

“You know you’re not going to have it in time now?” she said.

“Uh yes, Kari. I am aware," you snarked. “It’s fine though. Doctors are all near the Tower. We’ll have her, then move. It’ll be fine.”

She shook her head and looked out the window. “If you did get married, what would you do? Like wedding wise?”

You thought about it for a minute. “Okay, so because I don’t see the point in it, I’d want it to be big.”

“What the fuck?” Kari asked, looking at you like you were some kind of alien.

“Well, I’d only be doing it for the ceremony. Or more accurately the reception. So I’d make it a big party. Make everyone come and dress up and dance and eat cake. I wouldn’t write vows but I’d find nontraditional ones. And umm…. It would just be me… or me and whoever it was that I agreed to marry. So nerdy and embarrassing. Not roses and love hearts.”

“Right. Yeah. I get you.” Kari said. “And the someone is going to be Clint, you know?”

You rolled your eyes and made a yapping motion with your hand. Kari burst out laughing and nudged you. “Wanda asked Clint to walk her down the aisle. Well, Clint and Steve. To stand in for her parents. Did he tell you?”

“Oh yeah. He’s really looking forward to it. I was worried about him being a dad, but he’s kind of already one. With Wanda and Kate,” you said. “I’m not worried at all anymore. Whatever happens with us, he’s gonna be there for them.”

Kari nodded. “I sometimes want to smack that man over the head but the amount Nat does, he might get brain damage if I start. But he’ll be a good dad. He’s just gotta stop overthinking everything”

“Oh yeah. He definitely needs to just trust his instincts. Which is weird because he trusts them fine in battle. But as soon as he’s just relaxed he overthinks everything,” you said.

“You’re getting there though,” she said. “And soon you’ll have this little girl here. He’s gonna be great.”

“Yeah,” you agreed as Happy pulled the car into the underground garage at the tower.

You and Kari said your goodbyes and you headed up to your apartment. You found Clint inside trying to stop his hand from bleeding over the kitchen sink.

“What the hell did you do?” you asked, coming over to him.

“I was cutting a bagel and I had my finger in the hole," he said wincing.

You tried not to laugh. You really did. It was a lesson in futility. “Oh my god, Clint Barton. What am I gonna do with you?” you said, taking his hand. You washed away the blood and looked over the wound. “Only you.”

“I know. I know. Do I need stitches?” he asked.

You shook your head and grabbed the butterfly bandages. “No. It’ll be fine,” you said as you started to patch him up. “How you kept cutting after you hit skin, I’ll never know.”

Clint sighed. “Thanks. I don’t know why I never thought to move in with an EMT before.”

“Probably because you never got one knocked up before,” you said.

He laughed and shook his head. “Ahh yes. That makes sense.”

You finished bandaging up his hand and went to tidy things up. “You can’t eat this now.” You said, picking up the blood-soaked bagel.

“I know. I’m not an idiot,” Clint huffed.

“You just cut a bagel with your finger in it,” you countered.

“Right. That’s fair. I’ll let you have that,” he said. “Aww, bagel. I was looking forward to that.”

“Check the freezer. I put a bunch in there,” you said, tossing out the trash and wiping the blood off the bench and floor.

Clint went to the freezer and fished out a couple of everything bagels and came up behind you, kissing your cheek. “Man, I love you,” he said, returning to the bench.

“Yes, yes. I know. I am amazing,” you teased.

“Did Kari find a dress?” Clint asked as he made his second attempt at cutting a bagel in half.

“Not yet. She isn’t really the princess type.”

“From what I hear, Wanda is. It’s all sparkly and frou-frou,” Clint said. “How are you doing? Feet hurt?”

“Mmm… And my hips. She’s been pushing down a lot lately,” you said.

“Alright. Bagels. Then foot and hip rubs,” Clint said.

The two of you moved to the couch to eat. Before you were even halfway through yours, Clint had finished his and was massaging your feet.

“Nat said she really likes her bridesmaid’s dress. You know what you’re wearing?” Clint asked.

“No. She keeps threatening to make it the ugliest one she can find,” you explained. “If she keeps threatening I’m gonna find it myself to spite her.”

Clint laughed. “Now that I’d like to see.”

Clint’s hands moved up to your calves as he worked the tension out. “Maybe you should hop into bed. I’ll do your hips and you can take a nap.”

“Yeah, right. You’re just trying to get me into bed,” you teased.

Clint walked his fingers up your leg. “Since when have I needed to get you into bed to fuck you. You’re on a hair-trigger these days. I can barely keep up.”

“Mmm… I do love it,” you hummed.

“Oh my god! That just did it, didn’t it? You want it,” Clint yelped.

“Uh-huh,” you hummed.

He slid his hand up between your legs and teased them over your clothes pussy. “Alright then, horn dog. Here on in the bedroom.”

“Here,” you hummed, shifting so you were sitting up. You slipped off the couch onto your knees in front of him.

“It’s gonna be fun watching you trying to get up from there,” Clint teased as he looked down at you.

You started opening his fly as you returned his gaze. “You want me to suck your dick or not?”

“Yes, please. I do very much want that.”

You pulled his cock out and pumped it in your fist. “Then watch yourself.”

He nodded and sat back. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

You flattened your tongue and ran it up the underside of his cock. When you reached the head, you nipped at the sensitive spot just under the head. He hummed and closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. Your tongue swirled over the head and flicked at the slit. His cock twitched and jumped with each flick of your tongue. When you finally dropped your head down, taking the whole length of his cock, he groaned loudly and his hand went to your hair.

You kept your eyes on him, watched as his face went from relaxed enjoyment to tensed and like he was barely holding it together. You bobbed your head up and down, sucking hard and curling your tongue around his shaft. Precum leaked from the tip and coated your tongue, salty and strong.

“Honey. Honey. Babe. You gotta stop. Not gonna last,” Clint babbled, his hand opening and closing in your hair.

You pulled back, releasing his cock with a pop, and then attempted to pull yourself to your feet.

Clint started laughing as he watched you struggle. “Oh man, I knew it was gonna be worth it,” he said, getting up and pulling you up.

“I’m not above murder,” you warned.

“You don’t scare me,” Clint said. “Did you forget I dated Natasha?”

You pushed him back so he was sitting, and pushed down your pants. He put his hands on your hips and helped you turn and guided you back down into his lap and onto his cock. You moaned and tightened your pelvic floor around his shaft as it slowly sunk into you. When you were firmly seated in his lap his arms closed around you and he kissed your neck. “There you go,” he said softly.

He kissed the side of your neck and massaged your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples through your shirt. You moaned loudly and let your head fall back onto his shoulder. His hips rolled under you, pushing in deep and swirling before pulling back again. A heat built in your cunt and breasts and swirled through you, meeting in the middle. Your breathing came in shallow as Clint’s fingers moved to your clit and rubbed and pinched at it.

You were just starting to feel your orgasm sitting right there when there was almost a faint pop and fluid gushed from you. You sat up straight and looked down. “Did I just make you squirt?” Clint asked, sounding a little impressed with himself, as he continued to move under you.

You put your hand on his chest. “No, Clint. Stop,” you said, slightly panicked. “My water just broke.”

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Bartoned - Chapter 17

Bartoned - A Hawkeye Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Square:  @clintbartonbingo​ - I1, Cookout

Rating:  E

Warnings:  pregnancy stuff, mentions of sex

Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count:  2338

Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Chapter 17

Four days after you and Clint agreed to become the strange hybrid version of fuck-buddies and people in an actual honest-to-god relationship, you had sex with him again. You’d stayed in his room and slept all night through once again. Then the following night after tossing and turning you crept into his room while he was asleep and slept in the same bed as him. What followed was two weeks of either sex and sleep or creeping in and sleeping until you just gave up trying to sleep separately, and started going to bed together regardless of the sex.

Even though you were sleeping in the same room, you still considered yourselves as having separate rooms. All your stuff was in one room and all Clint’s was in another. So the hunt for a bigger apartment was on the list of things you and Clint were doing together to prepare for the arrival of Natasha. The question was whether you could convince Tony to find you more space, or if you should move off-site again.

Clint kept looking in Brooklyn. It seemed crazy to you to move so far away from work though. Especially when you had just moved your things into the building. Clint argued that having seen Manhattan attacked a few times now, with the Tower being the target for those attacks at least twice, he’d rather not have Natasha be put at risk like that. You could see his point, but you still thought it had better be the perfect place to be worth the trek into the city every day before dawn.

Along with working out the living situation, you had antenatal classes to go to, things to buy, doctor’s appointments and work to do. The work sorted itself out really. It was quiet for you but Clint was as busy as he ever was.

Today you were tackling two of the other issues. First, it was the antenatal class, and when you were done with that you were going to the park where Kari, Nat, and Wanda were organizing a baby shower. According to Kari, Tony had been overseeing everything, so you assumed it was going to be a little over the top.

Clint had loved going to the antenatal classes so far. The other people there treated him as a celebrity, and he had a weird fascination with the whole labor and birth process. For you, it felt odd being in the lessons. It was all stuff you knew. You’d delivered babies before for god’s sake. But now you were learning it from the other side. Not as the medical professional getting someone through it. But as the person who was about to go through it. It was strange sitting beside Clint watching this birth video that was going through five different stories with five different labors, while he whispered to you and all around you people watched on with horrified expressions on their faces. You knew all this. You’d seen all this up close and in living color. But that was going to be you screaming and shitting yourself and the thought of it was horrific.

“Oh my god. Oh my god!” Clint said, nudging you. “She’s just standing up. The nurse should have a catcher’s mitt on.”

“They should totally include catcher’s mitts in the required medical equipment,” you whispered back to him.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna see our baby squeeze its way out like that. It’s so messed up,” Clint whispered. “All stretched out. Shitting yourself.” You elbowed him and he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close. “I hope you do it on all fours.”

You snorted. “You always hope that.”

“Yeah, I do,” he teased. “Can I film it?”

“No, you can not. Get fucked,” you said.

“Aww, man. But I wanna,” he whined.

“Yeah, well I wanna stab you for getting me into this situation. We don’t always get what we want," you whispered. “Now shush, and watch the horror movie.”

The film ended and the midwife turned the lights back on. “I know that might make it a little scarier. But the moral of the story is; make a birthing plan, but be ready to let it go. Giving birth is not a thing you can predict. The pain is something you won’t be able to fathom until you’re going through it. Maybe you can handle it. Maybe you can’t. Maybe there will be complications. Maybe the baby comes so fast you aren’t even ready for it,” she said. “First-time babies are usually long labors. Being on your hands and knees or standing and bent over are the most comfortable ways to deliver. It’s not how you see it on television. Are there any questions?”

A few people in the group asked questions like ‘How will you know it’s time to go in?’ and ‘If they’ll be allowed to move around like in the video?' She fielded them all and then dismissed everyone. You and Clint said goodbye to some of the expecting parents as they tried to bail Clint up and ask him about your birth plan in some weird way to connect to the Avenger baby, and you headed out to the train.

“How do you want to do it?” Clint asked.

“I dunno. Like I’m not opposed to intervention. But I also know recovery is slower when you have it. So I guess I’ll just take it as it goes. The hospital is good though. There’s a bath in the labor ward and they don’t make you give birth on the bed," you said.

“Yeah, take it as it is is a good idea.” He said. “Don’t like the idea of seeing you in that much pain.”

You gave a half-hearted shrug. “Don’t like the idea of being in that much pain. But I knew what I was in for. I’ve seen it.”

“How many babies have you delivered?” Clint asked.

“Five. It doesn’t happen that much really. Usually, it’s like the fourth kid or something, and they come out like they’re on a slip-and-slide,” you joked.

Clint started laughing and patted your knee. “I don’t know if that’s worse or better.”

“Don’t you worry about me, I’ve got a whole bunch of things for kegel exercises. One thing is an app like Flappy Bird, but you control it with your pelvic floor,” you said.

“No shit? I wanna watch you play,” he teased.

“I’m sure you do,” you countered. “Maybe if you’re a good boy.”

He laughed again and the train pulled into your station. He pulled you to your feet and you headed up the stairs into the street and strolled a couple of blocks down to Riverside Park. It took a little while to find everyone, but when you did, it was clear from a way off it was there. A big area had been fenced off with a few security around the edge. Inside was a small marquee and a long row of tables and chairs with people grilling and a big buffet-style table at the end. On a table in the middle of the marquee was a large cake that was pale lavender with sugar paste rattles sitting on the rim of the bottom layer and a large black widow spider on the top. In the corner was another large table piled high with gifts wrapped in various pastel paper. It was a weird mix of formal and casual, and there were so many people there. You didn’t even recognize everyone. There were family and friends from outside the Avengers as well as inside. When you stepped through, there was a small round of applause before Clint was dragged over to the grill and you were pulled over to a table with Kari, Wanda, Natasha, Kate, and some other women.

“So this is Sharon, Jessica, Carol, and Bobbi,” Natasha said, introducing you to the other women.

For a moment you were struck dumb. Part of it was being star-struck thanks to the presence of Captain Marvel at your baby shower. The other part was that there were two of Clint’s exes there. The two he had the biggest regrets about. Jessica Drew, aka Spider-Woman, was the woman he’d cheated on, while Bobbi Morse aka, Mockingbird, was his ex-wife who you still hadn’t got the full story about why they broke up.

“I hope you don’t mind that I came,” Carol said, nodding to you. “Jess hates baby stuff so she dragged me along.”

“And if you’re wondering why I’m here, then you aren’t alone,” Jessica said. “Why am I here, Romanoff?”

Natasha shrugged. “You’ve slept with Clint. I’ve slept with Clint. She slept with Clint.”

“Oh right. Makes us practically sisters,” Jessica said, rolling her eyes.

“Natasha said he Bartoned things up with the two of you almost right away,” Bobbi said. “Care to share the details? If anyone will be sympathetic to it, it’s us.”

You pondered the offer. You knew that Clint was still friendly with all these women. Maybe Jessica less so than Natasha and Bobbi. You didn’t want to give them fodder for bitch sessions about him though. On the other hand, it was all pretty public record. You got the feeling they most likely already knew and just wanted to hear it from the horse’s mouth.

“Well there’s this for starters,” you said pointing to your stomach. “I told him to hurry up with the protection and he thought I was green-lighting him not to use any.”

Jessica snorted. “Sounds like Clint. You need to form very short and concise sentences for him to understand.”

“Then he iced me for a while because he thought if anything happened to me in the field it would be fine if he wasn’t talking to me,” you added.

“Right ‘cause that makes sense,” Bobbi said, shaking her head. “You’re still with him though?”

“Well, I was never with him. We were just hooking up,” you said.

Bobbi looked from you to Natasha with a puzzled expression on her face. “I thought you said…”

“Oh, yes, I did. Wait, get this,” Natasha said, holding up her hand to Bobbi. “So you aren’t a couple now are you?”

“No. Just friends having a baby together,” you said.

“And where do you live?”

“With Clint. But we have sep…”

“Uht!” Natasha snapped, cutting you off. “Separate rooms. Right. And are you or are you not still having sex?”

“We are but it’s just casual,” you argued.

“Uh-huh. And this casual sex you’re having, you and Clint are sleeping with other people?” Natasha asked.

“Well, no, but after…”

“Shut!” She said snapping her fingers closed like a beak on a bird. “And with your separate rooms, are you going to bed at night in those separate rooms?”

“Well, no but…”

“Uh!” Natasha interrupted and turned back to Bobbi. “I rest my case.”

“Wow…” Bobbi said slowly and looked over at Clint.

“Jesus Christ, she’s perfect for him,” Jessica said, shaking her head.

“We aren’t together…” you pouted, folding your arms over your chest.

“You just keep telling yourselves that,” Kari said and Wanda reached over and patted your hand. You looked down at her hand on yours. On her ring finger was a large ornate, vintage diamond ring.

“Woah, hang on,” you said, grabbing her hand. “What is this?”

Kari grinned. “I was saving it so I didn’t steal your thunder,” she said. “Wanda and I are getting married.”

You squealed and hugged her and the women at the table all turned on Wanda. Natasha dragged her into a hug while there were lots of congratulations being offered.

“So tell us. How did it happen?” Natasha asked.

“Well, we talked about how we wanted … well, mostly I wanted to get married. And all the other big things like kids and life plans. And lately, she’s been thinking about proposing. So I thought I’d one-up her. We went out to breakfast today and I got down on one knee.” Wanda said, taking Kari’s hand.

“She’s so cheeky. I was planning to ask tonight,” Kari added, holding up the pendant that she had been given in lieu of a ring. It was very her. Simple and out of the way so it wouldn’t get caught on anything.

“Oh my god, you little sneak,” you said, and Wanda started giggling. “I’m so happy for you both. So… what’s the ‘kids’ plan then?”

Kari shrugged. “I said as long as I don’t have to have them, I don’t mind. We might adopt. But it’s not for a while.”

“Seen enough of the horror show to want to do it yourself?” you teased.

“Oh, yeah,” Kari laughed.

Clint appeared behind you and put a plate stacked with salads and things off the grill in front of you. “Hope you guys aren’t talking bad about me.”

“Of course we are,” Kate teased.

“Aww, man,” Clint whined.

Bobbi reached up and patted his arm. “You’re fine. Congratulations by the way. A girl?”

Clint smiled and rubbed your back. “Yeah. I mean, it wasn’t planned but we’re happy,” he said, almost sounding apologetic. “Are you okay? Didn’t expect you to come to this.”

She nodded and offered a small smile. “Yes, I’m fine. Promise.” She answered. “I’m happy for you, Clint. Really.”

He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Thank you.” He stood up and shifted a little, glancing around the room like he was trying to find anywhere else he could be. “Eat up. They want us to smell diapers or something. I dunno,” he said, patting your back. “Ladies,” he added. “You may continue your dish session.”

He headed off and Jessica glanced sideways at Bobbi. “Jeez, awkward much.”

Bobbi shrugged and got up. “Gonna go get a drink. You want anything?”

Natasha stood. “I’ll come with you,” she said as she followed after Bobbi. You watched them go, whispering to each other. Natasha put her arm around Bobbi’s waist and you looked back over at Kari. She shrugged and raised an eyebrow at you, signally the very confusion about what had just happened that you were feeling too.

// NEXT

[avengerscompound]

The Test

The Test: A Clintasha Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff

Word Count:  3111

Rating:  M

Square filled: @clintbartonbingo​ - G1 Missing Scene

Warnings:  Sex talk, pregnancy scare, talk of past miscarriages and red room stuff, angsty, hurt/comfort

Synopsis:  When Natasha wakes up feeling nauseated, she and Clint had to face the possibility that she might be pregnant.  With the newness of their relationship and the fact that the Red Room has made it impossible for her to carry a baby to term, the three minutes it takes for the test to work are the longest of their lives.

A/N: After Natasha showed up in Rocket Raccoon with two of Clint’s kids I’ve been thinking about a story about how that happened considering in 616 Natasha can’t carry kids to term.  Now with Katie Barton showing up too, this story of finding out Nat was pregnant came to me.  I’m really happy with how it turned out.

The Test

Natasha woke completely engulfed in Clint’s arms.  That’s how it had been since she’d started her relationship back up with the archer.  It was like he was worried that during the night she’d disappear on him again and realize they weren’t meant to be together.  Not that she could blame him for that.  Their history was anything but smooth sailing but even at their worst, she had loved Clint Barton.  He was her best friend.  The only person who looked at her and saw the potential for what she could be despite her past, rather than a limited version of herself because of it.  There were often times she didn’t think she could live up to the image Clint had her, but god damn if she didn’t want to when he looked at her the way he did.  Even when he was married to someone else, or she was dating someone else, he never looked at her with anything other than the eyes of someone who truly believed in her.

They had always felt inevitable, but timing or their own messed up bullshit had gotten in the way.  This … this felt different.  Permanent.  Home.  She just hoped they didn’t mess things up again.

As much as she wanted to stay, wrapped in his well-toned arms, the bathroom called her.  She slipped out of his embrace, pushing a pillow into his arms as he reached out to the once occupied space.  She knew it wouldn’t keep him asleep for long but it would buy her some time in the shower alone before he hopped in behind her and it became about anything but getting clean.

She used the bathroom and hopped under the warm stream of the shower, letting it wash over her.  It was a rare day where she didn’t need to be somewhere doing something.  It was nice to be able to just enjoy it.  She grabbed the shampoo and squeezed some into her palm.  Something about the scent triggered her gag reflex.  She dry heaved as she rinsed the soap from her hand, and staggered out of the shower, dropping to her knees and throwing up into the toilet.

Clint appeared behind her and pulled her hair back behind her head.  “Are you okay, Nat?”

“No,” Natasha said, throwing up again as he rubbed her back.  When her stomach finally seemed to settle, she sat back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.  “Pizdets.  That came out of nowhere.  I can’t even remember the last time I threw up.”

Clint helped her to her feet.  “Maybe it was something you ate.  Those shrimp tacos from that dodgy-looking food truck?”

“You had three times as many as me,” Natasha argued as she got into the shower.  She used the water from the showerhead to rinse the taste of sick out of her mouth.  “Why aren’t you sick?”

Clint stripped off his clothes and took out his hearing aids, putting them on the top of the medicine cabinet.  He climbed in behind her and circled his arms around her.  “Because I’m a manly man and you’re just a tiny girl.”

Natasha elbowed him. Hard.  It made his foot slip out from under him and he pinwheeled his arms trying not to fall before Natasha caught him again.  ‘Are you trying to make me kill you?’ she signed.

“Yeah, I was regretting that as the words were leaving my mouth.”  He said a little too loudly.

Natasha let out a breath and leaned her head against his shoulder.  She wondered if it was the tacos.  She’d been feeling a little off for weeks now.  Achy and ill.  Like she was getting the flu.  She stood back and looked up at Clint.  ‘Maybe it wasn’t the tacos.  Maybe I’m getting sick,’ she signed.

“Can you even get sick?”  He asked.

She shrugged and turned away from him.  Honestly, she didn’t think so.  While the serum she had was flawed compared to Steve’s it had always kept her healthy.  Maybe it had started to run its course now.  Or maybe whatever she caught had been designed specifically to attack super-soldiers.

“Maybe you’re pregnant,” Clint teased, running his hands up Natasha’s sides.  “Let me see.”  He cupped her breasts and seemed to bounce them in his palms like he was trying to weigh them.  “They do feel bigger.”

Natasha scowled and wheeled around on him as she tried to mentally count back to when she’d last had her period.  She had never been great with birth control.  The hormonal stuff worked for a little while and then the serum would start adjusting for it, and her body physically rejected any kind of implant.  So there was just the barrier kind, and she’d remember that most of the time until things got comfortable.  Normally it didn’t matter.  The serum had made it hard for her to conceive anyway.  But not impossible.  “Don’t even joke about that!”  She snapped, not even bothering to sign it, and trusting he got the tone in her voice by lip-reading alone.

“What?”  Clint asked, a genuine look of confusion on his face.  It was hard to keep her fear and anger directed at him.  Besides, as far as he knew she was just infertile because of the Red Room.  He didn’t know the dirty details.

She huffed, jumped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and dashed to the bedroom.  She grabbed her phone and started going through her calendar to work out exactly how late she was.  Clint appeared in the doorway, still dripping water, with a towel wrapped low on his hips as he put his hearing-aids back in.  “What did I say, Nat?”

“Pregnant, Clint!”  Natasha shouted.  “I think I’m pregnant!”

Clint just stared at her with his mouth opening and closing like a fish.  “What?  What?  What do you mean, Nat?  You said you couldn’t?”

She dropped her gaze.  “No,” she said.  “I can.  I have been before.”

“What?”  Clint said.  “Nat!  You said!  I would have been more careful!”

“I know, Clint!”  She cursed under her breath.  Just a string of random nonsensical swearing in various different languages, including Latin.

While Natasha was trying to figure out how exactly to explain to him how she’d fucked up, Clint’s face seemed to go through a whole emotional journey.  Like he was experiencing the five stages of grief all at once but instead of settling on acceptance, he settled on a hopeful optimism.  He moved to Natasha quickly and kneeled on the ground in front of her.

“But this is good,” Clint said, taking her hands in his.  “Nat, if you are… you get to be a mom like you wanted.  That’s good isn’t it?”

Natasha felt a very unfamiliar sensation in her eyes.  Was she about to cry?  Was Clint’s hopeful little puppy face about getting to have kids with her going to make her cry?  She rubbed her eyes in frustration and shook her head.  “You don’t understand, Clint.”

“Is it me?  You don’t want to have kids with me?”  He dropped his hands and flopped back onto his butt.  Lucky seemed to sense something was up with his favorite human being and he padded over and flopped down directly in Clint’s lap.  “Of course you don’t.  Why would you?  I’m a fucking mess.  I’m sorry, Nat.  If you… I dunno… want to …”  He shook his head and shrugged.  “...alone.  Or whatever.”

“Oh, you idiot bird,” Natasha said, kneeling on the ground in front of him and cradling his jaw.  “I love you so much.  Of course, I would want to have kids with you.  If anyone it would be you.  It was always you.”

“Then what is it, Nat?”  Clint asked.  “Shouldn’t you be excited?”

“There are so many things, Clint,” she said, looking down again.  “We’ve only just gotten back together.  Our lives.  But most of all…”  She stopped and let out a shuddering breath.  Clint looked at her with both fear and hope written all over his features and she was about to break his heart, the same way hers broke every time she thought about this.  “Clint, it’s not that I can’t get pregnant.  I can’t carry to term.  The serum makes the pregnancies non-viable.”

“Oh,” Clint said.  The sound almost like he’d been punched in the stomach.  “Oh,” he repeated.  He leaned forward pressing his forehead against hers.  “Has this happened before?”

Natasha sucked in air suddenly and two tears escaped her eyes.  She turned her head away from him.  He couldn’t see her weak like this.  She couldn’t be weak like this.  Not in front of Clint.  Not when he looked at her like the way he did.

He reacted quickly, shoving Lucky off his lap and pulling her into it.  His hands bunched in her hair and he kissed her.  The kiss was everything she needed it to be.  Strong and reassuring.  Loving and tender.  She knew exactly what he was thinking as he kissed her.  It was going to be okay.  Whatever happened, good or bad, they were together and it was going to be okay.

When he broke the kiss he kept her wrapped tightly in his arms.  “Maybe we’re getting ahead of ourselves, Nat.  When was the last time you had your … you know?”

Natasha pulled back from him and got back up, retying the towel around her.  “My period?”  She asked, and Clint nodded enthusiastically.  “Good god, Clint.  You want to have a baby with me and you can’t even say the word period?  What if this works and it’s a girl, and I die, and you have to tell her about periods?”

Clint started laughing as he got up.  “That is really getting ahead of yourself, Nat,” Clint said and when the scowl didn’t leave her face, he shook his head and looked into her eyes.  “If we do end up having a daughter together, I promise I’ll practice saying period.”  He sat down on the side of the bed and patted the space beside him.  Natasha moved up next to him and put her head on his shoulder.  “But when was it?”

“I’m not sure exactly.  It tends to be erratic.  They really did a number on my reproductive system.  But I’d say around two months ago.  Give or take a couple of weeks.”

Clint patted her leg and got up and started pulling on the dirty clothes he had scattered around the room.  “I’ll go buy some tests.  Okay?  Then we’ll know and we can work out what to do from there.”

Natasha watched as he hurriedly got dressed and Lucky seemed to be determined to try and trip him over.  “Clint?”  She said quietly.

“Yeah, Nat?”  He said as he pulled on his shoe.

“You’d be a good father, you know?”  She said.

Clint came over and kissed her forehead.  “Thanks, Nat.  You’d be a great mom.”

“I’m really scared.”  She whispered.

“That’s okay,” he whispered.  “It’s scary.”

She caressed his cheek with her thumb and flopped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.  “I’ll be right back.”  He said and whistled for Lucky.  The mutt trotted after him as he headed out the door.

Natasha was still lying staring at the ceiling when Clint burst back through the door.  She hadn’t moved at all since he’d left.  She had just stayed lying there, wrapped in her towel with her legs hanging over the end of the bed.  The only difference between when Clint left and when he arrived was Liho was now curled up on her chest.

“Nat?”  He said softly.  “Are you dead?”

“I wish I was dead.”  She replied.

He sat down beside her and gave Liho a scratch on the head.  “I got you some presents.  Look.”

She sat up, putting a disgruntled Liho on her pillow, and looked in the plastic CVS bag he was holding open.  Inside was some Hershey’s Kisses, a Pez Dispenser in the shape of Ariel from the Little Mermaid, a bottle of strawberry lemonade, a small remote-controlled car, and the pregnancy tests.

“You bought all this for me?”  Natasha asked, looking up into the blue of Clint’s eyes.

Clint nodded and kissed her forehead.  Her eyes glistened with tears again and Clint's heart ached for her.  He knew how she felt about looking this weak, even in front of him.  He wished he knew the right words to say to make her realize she could do this.

“I love you, dummy.”  She whispered.

“I love you too, Nat.”

Natasha sighed and pulled out the tests.  “I better do this then.”

Clint sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Natasha to come back out of the bathroom. He pulled the remote-controlled car from the box and set it up.  When Natasha returned, she sat down next to him and put the tester on the bedside table.  Clint handed her the car’s remote.

“What do we do if it's positive?”  Natasha asked.  Her voice was hollow like she had lost the ability to emote over this anymore.  She started driving the car and immediately hit the dresser, knocking one of the wheels out of alignment.  Clint got up and picked it up.  He grabbed the multi-tool he kept on the dresser for when he wanted to mess around with his custom arrowheads and came and sat back down while he attempted to fix the small car.

“I don't know, Nat,” he said, frowning.  “What do you want to do?”

“I just -” she let out a breath and leaned over to watch what Clint was doing.  He wasn't entirely sure himself, but he'd taken off the whole base and was trying to straighten up the wheel.  “I hate how the Red Room still has this control over me.  I want to be a mother.  And I can't imagine anyone else being the person I have kids with except you.  But they've taken that from me.  This will just go like it did last time.  I'll get excited about it. Start buying baby things.  And one day I'll wake up in a huge pool of blood and it will be gone.  I can't go through that again, Clint.  It'll destroy me.”

Clint put the car back together and put it on the ground without saying anything.  Natasha pressed on the controls and the car did a donut and spun off under the bed.  Lucky barked at it and crouched with his head under the bed, his tail wagging like a helicopter blade.  “I’ve been through that too, you know?”

Natasha turned her head to face him.  “What?”

Clint nodded and fiddled with his fingers.  “Bobbi.  It wasn’t planned.  Like now.  But damn if we weren’t excited about it.  She didn’t make it very far into it before we lost it, so we never told anyone it happened.  Didn’t want the sad looks and asking if we were over it yet.  It hurt.  Bad.  But you move on.  There’s not a lot of choice.  Whatever happens, if you want to try to go ahead with it, I’ll be here.  If you do end up losing it.  I’ll be here.  If you really think you can’t go ahead with the pregnancy… for whatever reason… I’ll be here, Nat.”

Natasha rubbed her cheek against his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her, holding her close.  “What if it does work out?  I want to be a mother more than anything, but are we really ready for that, Clint?  How would that even work?  What if all that happens is we end up breaking up and raising this kid who just hates us for never being there because there’s always Avengers stuff?”

Clint shrugged and reached under the bed.  He pulled the car back out and took the control from Natasha and started to drive the car in figures of eight around the bedroom floor while Lucky both chased it and ran from it.  “Now?  Later?  What difference does it make, Nat?  We’ll never be ready.  Not really.  But I love you and I want… all of that with you.  We can work it out.  Even when we weren’t together, it’s always been you and me.”

Natasha put her foot out and the car banged into it.  Lucky pounced on it and flipped it onto it’s back.  They both started laughing and Clint pulled Natasha into his arms.

“We’ve never talked about any of this before.  Family.  Children.  Not even marriage.  You married Bobbi but you never even brought that up with me.”  Natasha said.

“Bobbi asked me,” Clint said.  “In fact, Bobbi asked me, took me to Vegas and booked a cabin in the mountains with a spa, so we were married and on our honeymoon within a week of her saying she even liked me like that.  The first day I met you, I was in love with you.  I would have married you right then and there.  But I know you, Nat.  That’s never been you.  You want to get married?”

You smiled and nosed at his cheek.  “Maybe. To you.”  She let out a sigh and wrapped her arm around his waist.  “I hate the can still hurt me.  I’ve been away from them for years and they can still make me cry.  I don’t cry, Clint.”

“I know, Nat.”  He said gently.  “You’re my strong and emotionless girlfriend who I love very much.”

“Has it been long enough?”  Natasha asked.

Clint picked up the test and looked at it.  There were two indicator windows, a really small one with a single vertical line running through it and a much larger one that had what looked like a big bright pink plus.  His heart skipped and for a second he forgot how to breathe.  Positive.  The test was positive.  Natasha was pregnant and maybe she’d end up losing it, but right now she was pregnant with his baby and he was the happiest he had ever been in his entire life.

“Positive.”  He said, keeping his voice neutral, in the hope that how happy he felt wouldn’t put pressure on her to do something she didn’t want to.

Natasha looked up at him and slowly her face broke in a smile.  “We’re parents, Clint.”

Clint grinned and leaned in and kissed her, cradling her jaw in his large hands.  Maybe it would go the way it had for both of them in the past.  Maybe they’d have to work through their grief together in the broken, fucked up way they both dealt with things like that.  But right now, at this very moment, they were parents and nothing, not even the Red Room could take that from them.

[avengerscompound]

Snow Day

Snow Day: A Hulkeye Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Square: @brucebannerbingo​  -E2 Polyamory, @clintbartonbingo​ - I5 Snow

Rating:  G

Warning:  Nothing really

Word Count:  1093

Pairing:  Bruce Banner x Clint Barton x F!Reader

Summary:  You, Bruce, and Clint enjoy a holiday away with each other.  Clint and Hulk enjoy some time playing in the snow.

Snow Day

Clint crouched on top of a branch, keeping his breath deep and even.  The sound of the wind was louder than his breathing, but the Hulk had remarkably good hearing.  If he was going to stay hidden from big green he needed to stay quiet and blend into the canopy.  Which wasn’t easy given a lot of it was gone for the winter and blanketed in a thick white layer of snow.  If he’d thought about it more, he’d have dressed in snow camouflage.  Instead, he was sticking out like a sore thumb in a thick purple coat.

Luckily for Clint, while Hulk was an excellent hunter, he was terrible at blending in.  His footprints sat clear in the snow below.  So deep that Clint thought if he was to jump down into one, they’d be knee-deep on him.  He could follow their trail easily and at the end of them, the large green mountain that was the Hulk stood out against the snow like a giant target.  Clint just had to decide how proactive he wanted to be right now.

He began to carefully collect up some of the snow, patting it into a ball, being careful of the sound of the snow crunching under his fingers.  Hulk was on high alert and even the faint scratching in the snow made him pick his head up and look around.

Clint froze until the huge green man began stomping around in the snow again.  He finished the snowball and lobbed it.  It sailed in an arc through the air, hitting the Hulk in the shoulder.

Hulk wheeled around and held his head up like he was sniffing the air.  “Hulk gonna get you, bird,” he shouted.

Clint stifled a laugh and waited as Hulk charged in the direction that Clint was perched.  Clint pulled himself tight against the trunk of the tree, blocking himself from Hulk’s view.  When the large green shape of Hulk passed underneath him, Clint dropped from the branch and landed on Hulk’s back.  “Got you!”  Clint shouted.

“Nooo!”  Hulk roared, dropping to the ground like he’d been seriously injured.  He and Clint burst into loud laughter.  Clint rolled off of Hulk and they both began swishing their arm back and forth in the snow, making snow angels.  Hulk’s was so deep that Clint could see the green grass hiding underneath by the time they lay still.

Clint ruffled Hulk’s hair and sat up.  “You’re a dork, you know that?”

Hulk laughed gently.  It was a deep rumble of a sound that made his chest rise and fall as he pulled himself to his feet.  “Bird, dork.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Clint said, playfully as he clambered up onto Hulk��s shoulder.  “I never said I wasn’t.”  Hulk laughed again and shook himself a little, his body shuddering as he shivered from the cold.  “Well, I don’t know about you, Big Guy.  But I think it might be time to get in out of the cold.”

Hulk nodded and huffed a little.  “Hulk, cold.”

“Yeah, and you know there’s gonna be hot cocoa,” Clint added.

A large grin spread over Hulk’s face and he took off at a run toward the little wood cabin that sat at the other end of the field.

The ground rattled with each step, shaking the snow out of the trees nearby.  When he reached the cabin he slowed his steps and lumbered up to the front door.  Clint jumped off his shoulders and opened the door, letting them both inside.

The room was warm and cozy.  The fire crackled pleasantly in the fireplace on the other side of the room.  It made everything smell like cedar and pine.   Running through the scent of the fire, was the sweet sugary smell of cookies baking.  The three of you didn’t get up here nearly enough.  It was your happy place.  Remote and peaceful and just the three of you.  Four of you really.  It was where Bruce felt safe to let the big guy out and by doing so in such a peaceful way allowed him to come back and feel safe and calm and relax in a way he never could back in the real world.

“Honey, we’re home!” Clint called as he stomped the fresh snow out of his boots.

Lucky came bounding out first, barking and wagging his tail as he jumped excitedly around both Clint and the Hulk.  You stepped around the corner just in time for Hulk to start shaking the snow off him, splattering you with cold wet drops of melting snow.  “Hey!  Don’t bring all that inside with you!”  You scolded.

Hulk bowed his head sheepishly.  “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.  Go and clean up.  I’ve been baking,” you said.  “I’ll get you both a hot cocoa.”

Both Clint and the Hulk kissed your cheek as they headed towards the bathroom.  As Clint was drying Hulk off, the giant shifted, curving into himself as he shifted back into the smaller scientist.  Clint just kept drying him off, ruffling Bruce’s hair as he dried it out.

“It’s cold,” Bruce said, rubbing his hands up and down his arms.

“Well, you were just running around in the snow, mostly naked,” Clint said moving the towel down to Bruce’s arms and rubbing them vigorously.

Bruce blushed and moved a little closer to Clint.  “Need to knit him a big sweater,” he said softly.

Clint started laughing and wrapped Bruce in his arms.  “That will be a fun side project for you.”

“Yeah.  Better start learning how to knit,” Bruce said.  “Did you guys have fun?”

“Yeah.  It was pretty great.  I won,” Clint said.

“Mmm…”  Bruce hummed as he nuzzled into the archer’s neck.  “That doesn’t sound right.”

“Hey!  We weren’t fist-fighting,”  Clint teased and pulled back, spanking Bruce’s ass playfully.  “Now come on my sexy genius, let's go get into something warm.  Our girl’s been baking.”

“Mmm… sounds good,” Bruce hummed.

The two men padded out to the bedroom.  The scent of warm milk and melting adding to the others wafting through the room.  “Honey, Bruce is back,” Clint called.

“Thank you!” You called back.  “Welcome back, my love!”

“Thank you,” Bruce called a little sheepishly.

Clint slung his arm around Bruce’s shoulders as they headed into the bedroom.  Clint really loved these trips.  It was rare the three of you just switched off and enjoyed each other.  In a world that judged the three of you so harshly, particularly Bruce, it was nice to have the time to just relax and not worry.

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Let Sleeping Birds Lie

Let Sleeping Birds Lie: An IronHawk Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Square: @clintbartonbingo​ - N4 oral fixation

Rating:  E

Warning:  Smut (MMF bisexual threesome, oral sex, vaginal sex, being woken with sex)

Word Count:  1267

Pairing:  Clint Barton x Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary:  You and Tony return home late to find Clint already asleep.  Tony wants to wake him, but you’re not so sure that’s such a good idea.

Let Sleeping Birds Lie

Clint was asleep when you and Tony returned home.  It had been a long night.  You’d ended up being caught up with work and when you’d asked FRIDAY if Tony was in the lab.  She, of course, had said yes and you’d gone and grabbed him, bringing him home.

It was late though, and with training and having to go out to a bank robbery today, Clint had been too exhausted to wait up for you both.  He was snoring softly, as he lay spread out on his back, taking up an incredibly large amount of room on the bed that could comfortably fit the three of you.

“Looks like he’s been put through a blender again,” Tony said as he started to strip off his clothes.

You sat on the edge of the bed and ran your fingers over the archer’s brow.   Between Clint and Tony, you thought there might be more scar tissue than men.  They were very prone to injury and as two of the more human members of the team, those injuries left their marks.  Usually permanently.

Clint shifted closer to you, his head tilted back and his lips parted.  He made a soft sigh that if there was a little more volume to it, it might be a moan.

“Look at how inviting that mouth is.”  Tony teased as he pulled off his shirt.  The blue light from his arc reactor filled the room, playing off Clint’s skin in the dim room.  You traced your finger down his cheek and over his lips.  Clint’s mouth closed around the tips of your fingers and sucked softly.

“Damn,” Tony cursed, shucking off his pants.  “I knew our dirty bird was gagging for it.  But even in his sleep?”

You threw a pillow at him.  “Don’t talk about Clint like that. He just likes sucking on things.”  You said, breaking down into giggles by the end.

“Yeah, he does.”  Tony teased.

He approached the bed and crouched down, brushing Clint’s hair back from his brow.  “Is it bad I want to wake him up now?  Let him suck on something else.”

You smacked Tony’s arm.  “Yes!  You can't wake him now!”

“Not even if I were to wake him up with a blowjob?”  Tony said.  “You know he likes it.”  Though as hot as it sounded you weren't sure it was a good idea.

He brushed his thumb over Clint’s bottom lip.  Clint opened his mouth releasing your fingers and his head fell back, slightly.  “Yeah, I guess he does like it.”

“That’s what I thought,”  Tony said, crawling up onto the bed and pulling the covers off Clint’s hips.

He kissed his way up Clint’s thighs.  Clint’s boxers had Captain America’s shield printed on them like they were polka dots.  The light from the arc reactor lit them up like they were under a black light. 

Clint hummed and shifted in his sleep.  Tony slowly worked Clint’s boxers down and nuzzled at the younger man’s cock.  Clint groaned and his eyes fluttered open as his cock stiffened.  “What… oh… hey…”  Clint babbled, his voice gravelly with sleep.  He reached down and tangled his fingers in Tony’s hair.  “What’re you doin’?”

Tony flicked his tongue up the length of Clint’s cock as he gazed up at him.  “We got in late and you wriggled over to me, and sucked on my fingers.”  You said, tracing your fingers over his brow.   “Tony thought you might want to wake up and suck on something else.”

Clint hummed and tugged lightly on Tony’s hair.  “I like that.”

Your fingers traced along the line of Clint’s jaw as Tony began to suck on the head of his cock.  “Then you can have everything you want, baby.”  You purred.

You traced your fingers over his lips and he pulled them into his mouth, sucking greedily on them.  You moved them in and out, matching the slow and even pace Tony was setting as he bobbed up and down on Clint’s cock.  You took your hand away and stripped off your clothes as Clint watched on, humming a deep rumble as he gently rolled his hips in Clint’s mouth.  When you moved back to the couch, Clint wrapped an arm around you and pulled you so you were straddling his waist and leaned up and started sucking on one breast.

Tony started to move from Clint’s cock to your pussy.  Sucking and licking at one before moving to the other.  You moaned loudly and ground down against Clint, trying to get that little more friction to add to the buzz swirling through you.  Clint switched to your other breast.  Every time Tony moved to suck his cock, he’d make a muffled sound into your breast.

Heat swirled through you and dripped from you, smearing on Clint’s abs.  Tony licked it up greedily.

“Tony.”  Clint groaned, releasing your breast.  “Come here.”

Tony moved up to Clint, kneeling by the archer’s head.  Clint grabbed your hips and pulled you down, his cock slid up and down your folds as he rutted up against you.  You moved with him, groaning at the feel of this shaft rubbing on your clit.  Clit leaned over and licked up the length of Tony’s cock, you leaned in two and you and Clint began to graphically kiss over the length of it.

“Fuck.”  Tony groaned, his hand bunching in each of your hair.  Clint swirled his tongue around the head while you licked over the balls.  Clint grabbed your hips and held you in place, sinking his cock deep into your cunt.

You moaned and began to bounce on Clint’s cock as you helped him suck Tony’s cock.  Clint’s head bobbed up and down on Tony’s cock in time with your movements.  As you picked up your pace, Clint picked up his, until the three of you were moaning and grunting and panting in unison.

Tony reached down and began to rub your clit.  You sucked on his balls.  First rolling one in your mouth and then the other.

It was like you were in a race. The person to come first was the loser.  Tony’s jaw clenched and twitched at the corners as he tried to hold back.  He rubbed your clit frantically trying to bring you over first.  Your body thrummed with its approaching orgasm.  Tony could not hold out, he grunted and his hips jerked forward as he released straight down Clint’s throat.

Clint drank it down greedily, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow. Tony pulled back and moved behind the two of you.  He rutted against your ass as he rubbed your clit and massaged Clint’s balls.  It was too much, you sat right in the precipice of your climax.  Clint pulled one of your nipples into his mouth, and you came hard, crying out and arching back against Tony.

It was more than Clint could take, with a grunt and a snap of his hips he released inside you.

The three of you collapsed down panting into the bed.  “Mmm… What a nice way to wake up.”  Clint said stretching and sitting up.

“What are you doing?” Tony asked as Clint grabbed his phone 

“Well, I'm awake now.  So I guess I might watch some TV or something.” Clint said with a shrug.  “Kinda hungry too.  Might see if there's any leftover pizza “

“Oh right,” Tony said, pulling you into his arms.  “That's why we don't wake Clint up at night.”

You pinched him and curled into his chest as Clint turned the tv on.  It really was going to be a long night 

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Bartoned - Chapter 10

Bartoned - A Hawkeye Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Square: @clintbartonbingo​ - G4, Cuddles

Rating:  M

Warnings:  pregnancy stuff, healing

Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count:  1847

Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Chapter 10

Clint had been as good as his word. You wanted to start on a clean slate and that’s exactly what the two of you did. You wiped it all clean. Clint was a guy you were getting to know fresh again. You just happened to also be carrying his baby.

You’d started hanging out a little more again. Mostly with others there too. The truth was, you didn’t quite trust yourself alone with him. As your morning sickness dissipated your sex drive was blowing up, and the biggest problem with Clinton Francis Barton - the absolute worst fucking thing - was he was exactly your type.

He had stopped being the self-pitting guy who fucked up really badly and became the funny, sweet guy with amazing arms you’d liked spending time with originally. Only he was even better because he was this caring, patient, attentive guy with all the baby stuff as well. You just knew that if you were ever going to add some kind of physical aspect to the relationship - it was going to be ‘friends-with-benefits’ again - you needed to make sure you were friends first.

The training was going pretty well coming into the second trimester. You had more energy as the morning sickness ended and you were finding you were picking things up pretty quickly. You weren’t at the top of the class, but you outperformed everyone (except maybe Kari) in the field medicine units and you were pretty accurate with a gun.

“Is that one of Clint’s shirts?” Natasha asked as she jogged up alongside you. She’d been showing off with Steve and Bucky again, lapping everyone over and over. “You guys sleeping with each other again?”

“Yes, it is, and no, we’re not,” you answered.

“I knew there was something that looked weird about you!” Kari exclaimed. “The shirt’s too big.”

Natasha eyed you. “Spill it, what’s going on?”

You chuckled. “Calm down, killer,” you teased and pushed the shirt down flat against the small baby bump you had. “I started showing and last night I couldn’t even do up my jeans. I thought I’d switch to baggy shirts rather than the fitted things I’ve been wearing. I didn’t have anything that would work so Clint met me in the lobby with one of his baggier ones.”

Natasha didn’t say anything and you started to wonder if you lost her there. She seemed to almost be running on autopilot.

“Nat? Are you okay?” you asked.

“I'm using all my willpower on not putting my hands on your stomach right now,” she said.

You snorted. “Aww, Nat. You’re so cute.”

“No, I’m not, shut up,” she said.

“You wouldn’t be able to feel anything. I can feel it kicking, but it’s just little flutters inside. Like I have gas,” you said.

“Charming,” Kari teased.

“Logically I know that. But look at you. I wanna just -” she made a scrunching movement with her hands in your direction. “I hope Clint has told you, I’m Auntie Nat.”

You laughed. “Yes, Natasha. I would not dare take that from you.”

“You should probably also name her Natasha,” she said, matter-of-factly.

“She?” you asked

“Yep, little baby Natasha,” she said. “Barton? Will she be a Barton?”

You scrunched your nose. “Depends on Clint, I think.”

Natasha nodded. “Right. I guess that makes sense. Well, Natasha anyway.”

You laughed and nudged her. “Alright. If it’s a girl it’ll be Natasha.”

“Are you gonna come up with us for lunch?” she asked, though it sounded more like an order than a question.

“Yeah, okay,” you answered. It had become a habit anyway. Since the day of the swordfight, you’d given up trying to pretend you weren’t friends with the Avengers. Most people had settled into the idea that Kari was dating Wanda, that you were a friend, and that the two of you had also been hired based on your skills. Of the few that didn’t, some liked to bitch about you both, but never actually did anything and a couple seemed to suck up to you in the hope they might get special treatment too.

“Good. I’m gonna have my hands all over you,” she said and jogged off.

Kari laughed. “Good thing you’re tactile I guess.”

You nodded. “She’s excited.”

You went through the morning workout session. Laps, followed by circuits. You thought as you got bigger both would get difficult to keep up with. The laps might be fine if you slowed your pace, but you couldn’t see yourself climbing planks with a huge pregnant belly.

You and Kari made your way up to the common room behind the others. Everyone helped themselves to the food that had already been set up on the table and then took their respective seats on the lounges set up around the coffee table.

“What the hell was with the albatross today, Steve?” Sam complained as he collapsed on the couch and began to rub his thighs. “What did we ever do to you?”

“Sam, sometimes you have to push the limits,” Steve said in his very best dad voice.

“Tell that to my thighs,” Sam grumbled.

“Alright you, come here,” Natasha said patting the couch next to her. You came over and sat down, completely bemused.

She put her food down and curled up in your lap pressing her cheek to your stomach. You tried not to laugh as you held your plate awkwardly above her head and tried to eat.

“Natasha? What are you doing? Don’t tell me you two are dating now,” Tony asked.

“No. But look -” She said, lifting your shirt and showing your protruding belly.

“Nat!” you squawked and tried to push the shirt back down.

“You’re showing? How did we not see that you were showing before?” Sam asked.

Clint put his hand on your stomach. “I knew,” he said. “That’s my kid in there.”

Natasha brushed him away and glared at him.

“I don’t know. I mean, it sort of just looked like I was a bit bloated. Last night my jeans couldn’t button up. So I thought I’d try and be a little bit more discreet,” you said.

“Are you sure it’s safe for you to be doing the morning circuits? Today’s were pretty intense,” Steve said, sitting forward a little. Bucky began to stroke his hair and the back of his neck like he was trying to soothe him.

“What you made us do today wasn’t safe for anyone,” Sam grumbled.

“The doctor said that she can keep doing the same kind of exercise for now if she doesn’t push herself harder than she used to,” Clint said.

Steve winced. “But you were pushing yourself.”

“I’m being careful. I’m not going to lie, they say continuing exercise is good, but I’m not going to be able to keep doing the full run and circuits. Jogging is alright if it’s light but it’s a lot of bouncing around. They say ellipticals are better,” you said. “But I’ve been okay so far.”

Steve scowled and grabbed a tablet. “I’m gonna go talk to a doctor. I don’t want to be the one responsible for you doing something that hurts you or the baby.”

“Steve,” you said. “You don’t have to -”

“No. It’s not just about you,” he said. “We’re supposed to be inclusive. We need to make sure pregnant people’s needs are taken into account.”

“Alright. I’m not going to argue with you. It will need to change I guess,” you said with a shrug.

Steve seemed to have already zoned you out. “Maybe Hill could do some training just the two of you. Then you can join the classes later on. I wonder about the hand-to-hand weapons though. Firearms should be fine,” he muttered to himself.

“And we’ve lost him,” Bucky said. “So if you’re wearing the baggy shirt does that mean you’re trying to keep the pregnancy a secret?”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek. The truth was you didn’t know what you were trying to achieve. You knew there was no point trying to hide it, but you also didn’t want to deal with the questions and rumors about parenthood and how you got the job. It was a complicated enough situation without all that. “Not exactly. I just… Clint’s on probation. And if he decides he doesn’t want to be a part of this…”

Natasha glared up at Clint again and he startled. “I do want to be part of this.”

“… I don’t want to be fielding questions when I don’t quite know what the answer is,” you finished, ignoring him.

“Right, that makes sense, I guess,” Bucky said.

“It’s not a secret though. If someone asks I’ll say.”

“Just don’t want to flaunt it. I get it.”

“Could you all please be quiet? I’m trying to listen to the baby,” Natasha said.

“You really think you’ll be able to hear something, Nat?” Clint asked.

“Not if you blabber mouths keep talking.”

Everyone fell silent and watched her, the expressions of amusement on their faces matching how you felt. “Can you hear their heartbeat, Nat?” you asked after a little while.

“No,” she said, frowning up at you.

“Can you hear me digesting my food?” you asked.

“Yes,” she said and broke down into laughter. You joined her and soon the two of you were almost falling over each other laughing.

She sat up and ran her palm over your stomach. “I’m really glad you’re excited, Nat,” you said.

“You’re never going to get her off me.”

“Well, you’ll have to be excited later,” Steve said getting up. “Time to go. Who’s doing weapon training?”

“That’d be me,” Clint said, getting up and saluting.

“Can you switch to archery?” Steve asked. “Give me some time to see what’s okay?”

“Right, you are, boss,” Clint said. “Come on, you two. Enough canoodling with the help, Maximoff,” he added, and Kari gave him the finger. “Hey! That’s detention! I’ll see you after class!”

Kari kissed Wanda and got up. “Yeah, yeah. Settle down.”

The three of you got into the elevator and Kari folded her arms over her chest. “Not doing the scary boss, jump scare thing anymore,” she asked.

“Nah, I just wanted to make sure no one came asking me for advice about stuff,” Clint said. “Sam goes for approachable and they won’t leave him alone.”

You and Kari started laughing. “That’s good because no one was buying it,” Kari said.

“Hey, I’m scary,” Clint whined.

“Sure you are,” you said, patting his ass.

“Hey, watch your hands there,” he teased, nudging you as the elevator stopped. The two of you moved apart as the doors opened, and you stepped out. “Hey, you want me to take you shopping for maternity clothes after? So you don’t have to wear my old stuff?”

You looked up at him and smiled, that little bit of anger you were still carrying chipping away that little bit more. “Yeah, that would be great. Thanks, Clint.”

//  NEXT

[avengerscompound]

Bartoned - Chapter 6

Bartoned - A Hawkeye Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Square:  @clintbartonbingo​ - O3, Broken

Rating:  M

Warnings:  canon typical violence, unplanned pregnancy

Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count:  1722

Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Chapter 6

“What the fuck do you three idiots think you’re doing?” Clint yelled.

You dropped your gaze. You had been so excited about starting training as an Avengers agent. The number of times you’d already worked with them, you knew you had what it took. You liked working with them. You liked hanging out with them. With Clint especially. Now here you were being screamed at by him because you couldn’t handle being picked on by a couple of the other recruits and you’d decided to get into an actual honest-to-god sword fight with them.

You dropped your eyes as Clint looked between you and the two other recruits who had broken the rules so badly. “You’re supposed to be learning fighting techniques, not killing each other!” he fumed.

The lights in the room dimmed and a screen started to play a video of the fight you were just in. Clint looked up at it with his arms folded over his chest as you rubbed your side when you’d been hit with the blade.

When the video ended Clint wheeled back on the three of you. “The captain gets the final say, but my decision right now is that you, Jones are going out for three months,” he said to the woman, before turning to the guy. “Carson, you get four months, for compounding the issue.” He finally turned back to you and the look on his face was a bewildering mix of anger and hurt. “I don’t even know what to do with you.”

“What a surprise,” Jones muttered. “It’s amazing what sex can get you out of.”

“Are you angling to be fired?” Clint roared. You jumped, actually legitimately scared of how strongly he was reacting to this. He was always so mellow. Even in the middle of a battle.

Jones muttered something under her breath and Clint narrowed his eyes at her.

“I’m sorry, Agent Barton,” you said quietly. “I’ll do whatever Captain Rogers decides when he gets here.”

“Captain Rogers is here now.” Steve barked, striding into the room. “What exactly happened here? I don’t wanna hear anything, I’ve already watched the playback. Jones, Carson, you do not have what it takes to be SHIELD agents, pack up your stuff and get the hell out of here.”

“What?” Carson argued. “She’s the one who can’t hack it!”

“I will decide that, thank you,” Steve snarled. “Now get out.”

The two of them narrowed their eyes at you and stalked out. You turned to look at Steve and Clint, your heart racing. They stood shoulder to shoulder arms folded both looking down at you, jaws set.

“You need to grow up,” Steve snapped. “It shouldn’t matter what other people say to you. You need to be rational when you’re fighting.”

You heard a huff to the side of the room and you saw Bucky trying to stifle a laugh. You would have laughed too, but you were still terrified this whole thing was over before it began. You turned back to Steve who was still glaring at you.

“You’re going to have to take an anger management class, and you’re going to be on probation for a month. That means not a single hair out of line,” Steve said.

You nodded. “Yes, sir. I have just made things ten times harder for me, haven’t I? None of them are going to trust me now if those two got kicked out and I’m just on probation.”

“Damn straight, you’ve absolutely fucked yourself,” Clint said, before promptly receiving a smack on the back of the head from Steve.

“You were willing to stand up for yourself, albeit recklessly,” Steve said and gently touched your arm. “You can’t let what other people say get to you like that. People will talk because you are friends with us. That’s not why you’re here. We don’t give friends special treatment because that gets them killed. If anything we’re going to be harder on you than anyone else. Remember that.”

“Right. I’m really sorry, Steve. I mean, Captain,” you said.

He smiled. “Steve is fine. Just… keep that temper in check.”

“Yeah, you’re good at that,” Bucky scoffed as Steve turned to leave.

“Do you mind not undermining me in front of the recruits, jerk?” Steve said, shaking his head as he left with Bucky.

You put your hand on Clint’s arm and he shook you off.

“Clint?”

“Yeah,” he said, turning away from you. “We - it’s probably best if we don’t … Yeah.”

“Clint?”

He shook his head and waved you off, heading for the elevator. “Yeah. Best if we just… work.”

You stood in the middle of the large gym alone. Maybe you hadn’t ruined work, but you really had ruined everything else.

“He’s really upset. I’ve never seen him get that angry about anything,” Wanda said as she snuggled with Kari.

“Well, now he won’t even talk to me, so maybe I broke him. Maybe now as well as relationships, Clint won’t make friends,” you sighed, rubbing your side where the large purple bruise had broken out and was now starting to fade.

It had been a little over two weeks since the incident on your first day. You had just put your head down and done the work, including the anger management sessions Steve had insisted on. It had been going fine. No further incidents with the other recruits although they did seem to gossip about you more, no one was willing to start shit up again for fear of being fired if they did.

You had made a couple of friends though, and there was Kari. The other Avengers were all friendly towards you. Professional during training and dropping it outside of it to just genuine friends.

Except for Clint. Clint barely even looked at you anymore. He taught his lessons, ignored you were there, and left immediately. You hadn’t hung out with any of the Avengers besides third-wheeling on dates with Wanda and Kari since the incident, so you weren’t seeing Clint outside the classes at all.

Wanda sighed and tapped her finger on one of the many rings she wore. “Okay, I’m going to do something I normally swear off doing because it’s invasive,” Wanda said. “I can tell you exactly what is going through his mind right now.”

You looked over at her hopefully. “Please do, because I don’t know what happened. Did I let him down that badly? They attacked me!”

“That is the problem. They attacked you. It made him realize that he has brought you into a dangerous world and you are now in harm’s way,” Wanda explained. “He’s worried you’re going to get hurt.”

“But… all his friends are Avengers,” you said.

Wanda opened her mouth to say something and then closed it again, furrowing her brow like she was trying to think of how to phrase something. “We were all doing this first,” she said finally. “He still cares about you.”

“Right, well,” you said rubbing your side. “I think they did actually really hurt me. I’ve been feeling awful since.”

“Have you been to see a doctor yet?” Kari asked.

“No,” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“God damn it,” Kari said getting up and coming over to you. “You’re worse than actual doctors when it comes to your health. Let me see.”

You stood and lifted your shirt to show her the bruise down your side. She poked and prodded at it gauging your reactions. “It’s just bruising I think. Nothing feels damaged. You should probably get an ultrasound if you’re feeling sick though. Just to be sure.”

“Weren’t you feeling unwell when you showed up for training on the first day?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah, wait,” Kari added, “You’ve been complaining about nausea for weeks now. Honey, are you pregnant?”

“No…” you said, dragging the word out for four beats. “No, I can’t be. I can’t be. It’s just been me and Clint and we used protection.”

“Nothing has a 100% success rate. Maybe it broke?” Kari said.

“Now wait, because I last had my period…” You counted it off in your head. “Shit… fucking shit.” You said grabbing your bag. “I’m late. Like really late. I must have just ... forgotten it was due.”

“Where are you going?” Kari asked as you put your coat on.

“Home via a pharmacy. I need to find out,” you said.

“Do you want us to come with you?” Kari asked.

You shook your head. “No. It’s okay. Just… I need to find out.”

You dashed out the door without looking back, aware that you were being slightly cruel. Kari cared about you and was worried about you. You just couldn’t do this with an audience. This was bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad. You just started a new job. A dangerous job. Clint wasn’t even talking to you and even if he was you were just friends. You couldn’t just have a baby with a friend, could you?

You went home, stopping at a pharmacy and buying several different kinds of pregnancy tests. You knew it was stupid. You were a paramedic for god’s sake. You didn’t need eight different pregnancy tests to confirm or deny you were pregnant, but at the same time, you did need eight different tests to tell you. You really needed that.

So you sat on your toilet waiting for the eight different tests to change. You leaned your head back against the wall. This was crazy. You had to just be sick. Everything had been going so well and now it felt like it was crashing down around your ears. You had gone from an amazing new job and a fuck buddy you were meshing with perfectly with being on probation and potentially being pregnant to a guy who refused to even look you in the eye. How could it have all gone wrong so quickly?

You took a deep breath and picked up the tests, willing yourself to just look at them. Maybe they’d be negative after all and you could just put this down to one of those stupid in your head, worrying too hard about nothing, things that happened.

You opened your eyes and your breath caught. In your hand were eight positive pregnancy tests.

// NEXT

[avengerscompound]

Bartoned - Chapter 8

Bartoned - A Hawkeye Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Square: @clintbartonbingo​ - I3, Trust

Rating:  M

Warnings:  angsty, sex talk, unplanned pregnancy, talk of abortion

Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count:  1625

Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Chapter 8

At least Steve had been good about this pregnancy.  He’d spoken to you in private and said while the timing wasn’t ideal, he’d make it work.  Training would stay the same unless it got to the point it couldn’t.  Then he’d work out something else.  He’d work out ways for you to learn the fighting techniques without heaving sparring, so there would be no risk to the baby.

The last time you spoke to Clint had been in that closet when you told him you were pregnant and that had been a week ago.  He hadn’t even been showing up to training anymore.  You wondered if you’d broken him in some way.

It was the weekend when you saw him again.  Normally you’d go out, but the funk you’d been dragged into made everything feel like such effort.  You’d ordered pizza and when there was a knock at your door, you’d assumed it was the pizza guy.

It was Clint.

He stood at the door looking sheepish and guilty.  His eyes rested on just about everything except you.  “Can I come in?” he asked.

You stepped out of the way and he came in just as the delivery guy appeared in the stairwell.  You paid him and came and sat down opening the box and grabbing a slice before pulling the blanket back over yourself and starting to eat.  You didn’t say a word to Clint during that time and you could tell that the silence was eating at him.  He stood fidgeting, not sure if he should sit, or start talking or turn around and leave again.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally.

You grunted through your mouthful of pizza but other than that didn’t acknowledge him.  You weren’t even sure which part he was apologizing for.  The initial ghosting.  The more recent ghosting.  Or the fact that he had not worn a fucking condom when you’d told him to.

He seemed to decide he needed to sit and moved to the recliner near you.  “I guess… I guess I should just talk,” he said and when you didn’t respond he let out a breath.  “I’m sorry about the condom thing.  I really… I guess I got caught up in the moment.  I was sure you meant don’t worry about wearing one.  But why would you mean that?  You didn’t know me.  Fuck, I can’t even believe I didn’t do it anyway.  Like… you could have been anyone.  I’m sorry I did that.  I’m a fucking idiot.”

You nodded and took another bite of the pizza.

He scrubbed his hands down his face and continued.  “I’m sorry I cut you off like that.  I freaked out.  It wasn’t your fault.  I just… I thought it would be fun, us working together and all at once it hit me I’d just dragged you into this world where you could really get hurt.  I was blaming myself for the fact they attacked you.  It was my class.  And I couldn’t even do anything to comfort you because I had to be the boss.  I fucking hated it.  And … and the only way I could think to deal with it was if we weren’t friends anymore.  In my head being your friend meant that you’d definitely get killed and it would definitely be my fault.”

You sighed and looked back at him.  “You really hurt me, Clint.  Weren’t we doing what we were doing to avoid the ‘getting hurt’ bit?”

He sunk back into the couch and huffed.  “I am the worst person.”

“Don’t do that,” you said.

“What?”

“Try and make me feel sorry for you.  Don’t try and make me tell you how, no, no, it’s okay.  You’re a good person,” you said.

He sat up and looked at you.  “Right.  Sorry.  I guess I do that sometimes.  I’ll … yeah.”  He paused and shook his head.  “I’m sorry.  My point was, it’s on me.  It wasn’t anything you did.  It was the same self-sabotaging bullshit I’m always on.  I do want to be friends with you but I understand if I hurt you too much for you to want it too.”

You shrugged.  “I don’t know.  I mean… were we ever really friends, Clint?  We knew each other a bit and then one day we decided we’d be friends for a handful of weeks we fucked constantly.  Then you ghosted me.  Is that friends?”

He seemed to shrink down.  “I thought it was.  For a bit.  I really like being around you.”

“I liked being around you too… and now here we are.  Completely fucked.  I don’t even know what to do.”

He looked up and huffed again.  “What do you want to do?  If I hadn’t been a complete asshole.  If we were still how we were.  What would you do?”

“I’d want to keep it,” you said, without even needing to think about it.  “It’s dumb.  I know it’s dumb.  We weren’t together.  We barely knew each other.  But we were making our dumb thing work and I do want to be a parent and maybe… our dumb thing would work and I could forego shitty relationships and still get what I wanted.” 

Clint shook his head.  “It’s not dumb.  I think wanting to have a kid with me is the idea of a huge masochist, but it’s not dumb.”

“But you did do that, Clint.  And even though I do want to be a mother, I have no idea how I could do it alone,” you said, running your hand over your stomach.

“You don’t have to be.  Alone that is.  I think I’d probably be a shit dad, but… I’ll step up.  I dunno.  I like kids,” he said, ruffling his hand through his hair.  “Besides, I think you’d be a great mom.  And - And I couldn’t live with myself if I was the reason you didn’t get to be one.”

You shook your head.  “I feel the same about forcing you to be a parent, Clint.”

Clint sighed and tapped his hands on his thighs.  “Can I tell you something?”  You nodded and he began to twist his hands together.  “My dad was really abusive.  Like… daily beating abusive.  I’m deaf in one ear because of him.  Then when my parents died I just bounced from one abusive foster home to another until I ran away.  I don't know anything other than that.  How can I be a good parent to anyone when I have no idea what that looks like?”

“So when you've dated in the past you were abusive?  If I called up Nat or Bobbi that's what they'd tell me?” you asked.

“What?  No?  I would never…”

“Do you dislike kids?  Find yourself irrationally angry around them?”

He shook his head.  “No.  I like kids.  Back when I was at SHIELD and I had my own place I used to babysit for this single mom down the hall.  It was fun.”

You grabbed another slice of pizza though it wasn't really sitting right.  You felt slightly queasy and you really wish you had a milkshake.  “Then I think you might be overthinking it.  I dunno though.  I pretty much firmly sit on the line of the last people who should be parents are people who don't want to be.”

“Can I have a slice of that pizza?” Clint asked.

“Knock yourself out,” you answered as you lay down on the couch.

He took a slice and folded it in half before he took a bite.  “I don't not want kids.  I think that kids would not want me,” he said, mouth still full.  “If you want to do this, and you want me to be part of it, I'm in.  I'll do whatever you want me to do.  If you can't stand being around me, I can give you money and leave you alone.  If you want me to move in and try at happy families.  I'll do that too.  But I'm in.  I'll support you.”

You looked at him, sizing him up.  “Yeah?”

“Yeah.  Whatever you want.”

“You know what I want?”

He looked at you and frowned.  “Not to be pregnant?”

You shook your head.  “No.  A chocolate malted.”

Clint got out his phone.  “I think there's somewhere that will deliver.”

“Seriously?” you said.

“What city do you live in?  This is Manhattan, baby.  Whatever you want, whenever you want.  Here look.  They have just chocolate or you can do choco fudge or cookie dough…”

“They have malt?” you said.

He nodded, a huge grin on his face. “Why would I do you dirty like that?  Of course, they do.”

“Chocolate fudge then,” you said.

“Done and done,” Clint said, tapping on his phone.  “It's on its way.  You want me to go?”

“What so I can have some alone time with my milkshake?”

Clint started laughing.  “No.  Because I'm an asshole and I've used up my time.”

You shook your head.  “No.  I know we didn't know each other that well, but I have actually missed you, Barton,” you said.  “Besides, if we're going to try and raise a baby together, we should at least try and be friends.”

Clint sat forward on his seat and smiled broadly.  “Really?  We’re going to do this?”

“Yeah, but you're on thin ice.  No more ghosting me.  If you're scared, you tell me.”

He nodded.  “I promise.  I'll even make sure I tell Nat to beat me up if I even look like flaking out.”

“Good,” you said with a nod.

He grabbed another slice of pizza and relaxed back in the chair.  You took a deep breath in and as you let it out you told yourself, new start.  Time to let him prove himself.

// NEXT

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When You’re Alone

When You’re Alone: A Hulkeye Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Square:  @brucebannerbingo​ - E4, Knifeplay, @clintbartonbingo​ - B1, Impact Play

Rating:  E

Warning:  Smut (MMF bisexual threesome, D/S, BDSM, Domme Reader, Sub Clint, negotiations, voyeurism, exhibitionism, bondage, humiliation, name-calling, cum play, spitting, spanking with paddle and riding crop, oral sex, facefucking, gags, nipple clamps, strapon, pegging, aftercare)

Word Count:  3322

Pairing:  Bruce Banner x Clint Barton x F!Reader

Summary:  When you’re in a relationship with two men with two very different needs, pairing off leads to wildly different experiences.  When Bruce sees you eating an apple with a bowie knife, he starts to wonder what it is you and Clint do without him.

When You’re Alone

You were enjoying one of those rare quiet moments.  Clint was laying on his back on the couch with a cup of coffee on his chest, trying to drink it through a straw.  You knew that was asking for trouble but you also knew that telling him he was going end up with second-degree burns would end up with him trying to prove you wrong and thus getting the second-degree burns.

You were playing your own game of ‘wait until she hurts herself’ anyway, as you sliced pieces of an apple with your Bowie knife and ate them off the blade.  You knew it was overkill, but for some inexplicable reason it made you feel like a Bond Villain and you quite liked the feeling.

Really it was only Bruce that was in no imminent danger.  He sat in the sofa chair, working on his tablet with his feet on the coffee table.  He kept looking up at you over the top of his glasses as you carved pieces off your apple and you couldn’t quite figure out what he must be thinking.  Your initial thought was that he wanted to tell you to stop being careless with the knife because he thought you were going to cut off your tongue.  But he wasn’t glancing at Clint the same way and Clint was much clumsier than you were. 

“Am I chewing loudly?”  You asked as you ran your blade through the crisp flesh of your fruit.

Bruce startled and looked up at you, shifting so he was sitting properly in his chair.  “No.  It’s fine.”

“Alright,” you said biting the slice of fruit straight off the blade of your knife.

“What do you and Clint do when you’re alone together?”

You choked on your apple and Clint sat up so fast that his coffee when flying, somehow managing to miss him completely.  “Shit!”  He said getting up and running to the kitchen.

You watched Clint run off, tripping on his shoes, before looking down at the knife in your hand and back up at Bruce.  The three of you had been making this relationship you had work for a few years now.  It had worked so well, you’d even been living together for six months.  The way you all made it work was but acknowledging you all had different needs and sometimes you needed to pair off.  When you and Bruce paired off, it was things like romantic dinners, talking science, visiting museums, and doing things that involved a high level of touch.  Erotic massage.  Spider-walking.  Making love in the lotus position.

When it was you and Clint it was hanging out eating pizza on the roof.  Morning coffee dates.  And every single dirty little thing that passed through his very submissive mind.

“What brought that up?”  You asked as Clint ran back out with paper towels and started to frantically mop up the mess he’d made.

Bruce flushed and took his glasses off and wiped the lenses.  “It’s just, the way you were using the knife…”

“Knife play?  With that klutz?  Do you want to be the one to explain to the emergency room staff how I accidentally stabbed him during sex?”  You asked laughing.

“Hey!”  Clint whined and then let out a breath.  “No, she’s right.  I’d squirm and she’d run me through.”

You got up and moved over to Bruce sitting in his lap.  “Knives are pretty sexy though.”  You said, pressing the flat of the blade against his arm and running it down to the back of his wrist.  “But no.  We don’t do that.”  You said and put the knife down on the table.

“What do you do?”  Bruce asked, flexing his fingers on your thigh.

“What do you two do together?”  You asked.

“Well, he likes to visit me in the lab,”  Bruce said.

“Oh yeah?”  You asked, trailing your finger down his neck.  “What do you do in the lab?”

“What don’t we do?”  Clint joked.

“He likes to … distract me.”  Bruce said.  There’s a lot of blow jobs.”

You laughed and kissed his neck.  “Does Tony know?”

“Hell yeah, he does,”  Clint said.  “I tell him.”

“Is that it?  Just lab sex?”  You asked, still laughing.

“No.  We do food trucks together.  And he likes to take me out with the Quin and we have picnics in these really remote spots.”  He said

“That… actually sounds really good.”  You said.

“Yeah, it’s nice.”  Bruce agreed.

“Plus we fuck in the cockpit and sometimes on the picnic rug,” Clint added.

You chuckled and shook your head.  “Of course you do.”

Clint went and threw out the paper towels while Bruce pulled you a little tighter against him.  “So what do you do?”  He whispered.

“Well, I’ll skip to the sex stuff, because I know that’s what you’re asking,” you said.  “Clint likes to be dominated.  You’ve seen a lighter version of it at the very least when it’s all three of us.”

Bruce nodded.  “Yeah.  I’ve noticed.”

“He likes to dress up.  He likes being tied up.  He likes humiliation.  Being called a little slut.  Being spat on.  Being spanked and slapped in the face.  Choked.  He likes it when I peg him and when I edge him.  You get the idea.”

Bruce looked over at Clint, who nodded.  “I know.  It’s weird.  I don’t know why I’m like that…”

Bruce shook his head, cutting Clint off.  “It’s not weird.”

“Did you want to try it?”  You asked.  “Is that why you were interested in the knife?”

Bruce swallowed.  “I don’t think… I don’t think he’d stay back.”

“So you're interested in being submissive?”  You asked.

“Yes… no.  Both… neither.”  He groaned and his neck tensed a little, a slight green tinge forming.

“Hey, hey.  What was that?”  You asked, cupping his jaw and looking into his eyes as they darted around the room.  “Am I upsetting you?”

He let his eyes meet yours and took a deep breath.  “No.  Sorry.  It wasn’t you.  It’s me.  I want to be what you both need.  And I want to try these things.  Not just what Clint does.  What you do to him.  But… he… won’t let me.”

“Bruce.  I know what you’re thinking.  And stop it.  We aren’t a triad because you’re not enough for either of us.  We’re a triad because we all love each other.”  You said firmly.  “I know the Hulk factor means you have to curb some of your desires but there might be ways to get around it.  Maybe you could watch?

Bruce looked between you and Clint.  “But that’s your special time.”

“Not this time,” you said.  “Do you want to watch?”

Bruce swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he chewed his bottom lip.  “Yes, please.”

You looked over at Clint who was now perched on the side of the chair, practically buzzing with excitement.  “What should we do?”

“Don’t wanna go too hard.  Hulk can get protective.”  Clint mused.

You chuckled.  “Yeah, remember that time he chased Bucky down 5th Avenue because he called you a lazy idiot?”

Clint laughed.  “Yeah, good times.”  He jiggled his foot as his mind ticked over.  “Okay,  Well the latex is a whole day event to get into.  So we might not do that now.”

You nodded.  As good as it felt having Clint rubbing against you, or eating you out through your latex catsuit, it was a two-man job getting in and out of it and you were worried in the time it took to get it on, Bruce would have over thought the whole thing.  “No.  I am not in a latex mood.”

“Light bondage, spanking, and a little humiliation?”  He asked.

You looked at Bruce.  “Sounds good to you?”

“Yes,” Bruce said, his voice cracking a little.

“Alright.  You said getting up.  “I’m going to get changed and set up a few things.  Clint, I want you naked on your knees and with your collar.”  Clint got up immediately and went straight to the bedroom.  You turned to Bruce.  “It’ll take a little while getting set up.  You can come with me if you like.  Wait in the room or just come in when you’re ready.”

“I think… I’d like to see you get ready.”  Bruce said.

You took his hand and led him in through the bedroom to the closet.  Clint was undressing in the bedroom his collar sitting on the side of the bed.   You closed the closet door and went to your underwear drawer.  “There’s a chest under Clint’s pile of t-shirts.”  You said.  “Take a look.  If there’s something you want us to use get it out.”

Bruce dug out the chest and started to look through the various devices you and Clint kept in there as you changed into a garter belt and stockings, knee-high boots and a form-fitting teddy that had a thick strips of fabric around the crotch, neck and running straight up the middle and thin spaghetti-like fabric that wrapped around you in bands all the way down, making it look like you were caged.

Bruce looked up at you and swallowed.  “I’ve never seen that before.”

“I didn’t know you’d be into it,” you said.  “Clint has a huge clothing fetish.  Not just what I’m wearing.  You’ve seen photos of his circus uniform.”

Bruce choked back a laugh.  “Yeah, some of those were weirdly revealing.”

“Yeah.  So it’s an easy way to get him excited.”  You said.   “Did you pick anything?”

“Umm… I like the idea of you with a crop.  And… I thought…”  He held up a set of weighted nipple clamps, a paddle, and a ring gag.

“My goodness, Doctor Banner.”  You said.  “Did you want the ring gag in case you get to fuck his mouth?”

He blushed and nodded.

“You are feeling brave.  Maybe grab me the strap on harness and a toy for it.  Lube and … those thick cuffs with the chains.”  You said.

Bruce did as he was asked and the two of you went back out to the bedroom.  Clint was naked and kneeling on the rug, his collar held in his hand.  He had his head lowered and he didn’t look up as you put some of the toys on the bedside table, you attached the shackles to the bed, and took a seat on the sofa and tapped the riding crop on your thigh.  “Did you want to sit with me, Bruce?”

Bruce nodded and took a seat next to you.

“Clint?”  You said, firmly.

“Yes, miss?”  He replied, not looking up.

“Are we using the traffic light system?”  You asked.

“Yes, miss.”

“Come here, please.”  You said

He crawled over to you as you spread your legs wide and when he reached you he kneeled in front of you and offered you his collar.  You took it and wrapped the piece of leather around his neck, and buckled it in place.  “Clint, what have I told you about leaving your t-shirts in a pile on the toy trunk?”  You asked as you slid the leather strap through the look that held it down.

“Not to,” Clint answered.

“So why exactly was it covered in your t-shirts?”  You asked and started to pinch one of his nipples.  It hardened under your touch.

“I’m sorry, miss,” he said and you snapped the crop on his ass.

“Filthy boy,” you scolded and attached the first of the nipple clamps.  “Aren’t you?”

He hissed and nodded his head.  “Yes, miss.  I’m filthy.”

“You’re going to have to put that mouth of yours to good use if you want anything from me tonight.”  You said moving to the other nipple.

“Yes, miss.  I will.”  He said as you attached the second clamp.  He hissed again and clenched his jaw.

You struck him on the ass again, the crop making a delicious swish crack sound.  “So do it!”

He buried his face between your legs, sucking at your cunt through the thin strip of fabric clothing it.  You snapped the crop on his ass again.  “Sloppy.  Focus, Clint!”

He groaned and arched his back, as he focused his mouth.  He pushed your underwear to the side and began to suck on your clit.  You leaned back and lifted your hips, grabbing his hair and pushing his face down into your cunt.  Bruce leaned over and kissed you, his hand tangling in Clint’s hair and tugging on it.  Clint groaned loudly and nipped at your clit.  His tongue swirled around your folds sending shivers through you.

You rutted your hips against his face, teasing his skin with the crop when he was doing well and flicking it against his ass when he lost focus.  You started to pant, pushing him harder against you and holding him there as he sent waves of pleasure through you, with a loud cry and arching your back you came on his face.

“That’s my good boy,” you hummed, putting your boot on his shoulder and pushing him back away from you a little.   You grabbed his chin and tilted his head up to face you.  “Look at you, filthy boy.  You’ve got me all over your face.”

He groaned and his fully hard cock jumped, a bead of precum forming on the head.

“Open your mouth, dirty boy.”  You growled.  Clint shuddered and opened his mouth and you spat into it.  He groaned and swallowed and his fingers flexed on his thighs.  Bruce took a sharp breath beside you and you turned and smiled at him.  “You like that, Bruce?”

Bruce swallowed hard and gave a sharp nod. 

“Shall we show Bruce how much you like being spanked, you dirty little slut?”  You asked.

Clint nodded enthusiastically.  “Yes, miss.  I wanna show him.  Please spank me.”

You smiled and caressed his cheek.  “Get on the bed like a good boy.”

He crawled over to the bed and climbed up on it.  He lay down on his stomach with his arms over his head and his ass over the edge of the bed so his feet were on the ground.  He started to rut against the mattress and let out a low moan.  You got up and strode over to him, bringing your palm down hard on his ass.  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Sorry, sorry.  I’m so hard.”  He whined.

You struck him again.  “I don’t care what you are.  You wait.”

“Yes, miss.  I’m sorry.”  He whimpered.

You moved around to the other side of the bed and started to shackle his hands so they stayed in place.  You checked the bindings, making sure nothing was rubbing or too tight and then got up and ran your hand through your hair.  “Guess what, Clint?”

“What?”  He asked, sounding a little excited.

“Bruce said he might like to fuck your mouth.  Would you like that?”  You asked.  He groaned and rolled his hips on the mattress again.  You yanked his hair and pulled his head back.  “You’re going to get the paddle for that one.”  You snapped.  “Now, answer me, please.  Do you want him to do that or not?”

“Yes, please.  Please, Bruce.  I want you to fuck my mouth.”  He pleaded.

“I’m using a ring gag to keep your mouth open and ready for him when he’s ready.  That means you’re going to have to signal in sign language.  Okay?”  You said.  He nodded and showed you the sign for G, Y, and R to let you know he remembered.  “Good boy.  Open your mouth.”

He did as instructed and you fit the ring gag in place.  He started to pant in anticipation and you picked up the paddle.  You gently ran your palm over his ass, caressing the soft skin.  He hummed happily and bounced on his toes.  You brought the paddle sharply down on his ass cheek.

He grunted and his hands balled into fists for a moment.  You stroked your hand over the pink mark on his skin and he moaned loudly.  “Bruce, feel free to use him whenever you like.”  You said.

Bruce got up and came over tentatively as you struck Clint on his other ass cheek.  He moaned again and Bruce caressed his fingers over the muscles and scars on Clint’s back.  You spanked Clint’s ass four more times until the skin was bright pink.  In that time Bruce had taken his cock out and teased the head over Clint’s lips as Clint flicked his tongue out and licked at the slit.

You put the paddle down and caressed Clint’s ass as Bruce pushed his cock into Clint’s mouth.  Clint groaned and opened and closed his hands like he was reaching out to Bruce.  As Bruce began to slowly fuck Clint’s mouth, you put on the strap on and lubed it up.  You stepped up behind Clint, spat onto his asshole, and sunk the toy into Clint’s ass.

He groaned, the sound muffled by Bruce’s cock.  “Color, Clint.”  You said.

He pointed to the side with one finger.  The sign for G to let you know he was good and you started to fuck his ass.  Bruce leaned over and kissed you and mirrored your pace into Clint’s mouth.  You spanked Clint’s ass as you fucked it and kissed Bruce passionately.  Clint groaned and bucked between you.  He’d gag but each time either of you slowed he’d frantically sign ‘G’ again and you’d pick up your pace again.

Clint jerked suddenly under you and groaned as he came over the blanket.  You slowed your thrusting but Bruce maintained his pace.  As you slipped the toy from Clint’s ass Bruce jerked forward and released into Clint’s mouth.

Clint choked and tried to swallow, but as Bruce pulled out, his semen spilled down Clint’s chin.  “There you go.”  You praised, massaging Clint’s shoulders.  “You did so well, baby.  I think Bruce enjoyed you like that.”

“I did,” Bruce agreed, carding his fingers through Clint’s hair.  Clint gurgled happily and you started to release him from his bindings.  First taking the gag off and massaging his jaw and scalp.  Bruce unfastened his arms while you rubbed Clint’s shoulders and when he was free, he rolled over.

“How are my favorite boys both feeling after that?”  You asked as you massaged around Clint’s nipples, bringing the blood flow to them so it didn’t hurt too much taking the clamps off again.

Clint hummed happily.  He had the sleepy afterglow he got from the mix of adrenaline and endorphins that flooded his system when he subbed.  “Good.  Can we have a bath together?”

“Of course we can, Clint.”  You said.  “Did you like Bruce being here?”

“Mm-hmm.”  He hummed.  “It would be good to do it again like that.”

“I’d like that too, Clint,”  Bruce said, curling into him and kissing him softly.

“Ready for this, Clint?”  You asked.

Clint wrinkled his nose and nodded.  You unclipped one clamp and rubbed his pec vigorously.  He hissed and clenched his teeth. “Mother fucker!”

“Okay, next one.”  You said and repeated the process.

Clint cursed again and then curled up in your lap.  You stroked his hair with one hand and massaged Bruce’s scalp with the other.  Both men practically purred under your touch.  “Tell me, is there anything you didn’t like?”  You asked.

“I liked it all.  Especially when you were both fucking me.  I felt like I was gonna burst into flame,” Clint hummed.

“I don’t know.  Bruce said.  “It was different.  I don’t know if I can do more than that.  But I liked watching it.”  He said.

“Alright.  Let’s go take a bath and relax together for a while.  Then I’ll change the sheets and we can have a nap.”  You said.

“You think we can make love when we all wake up?”  Clint asked.

You leaned down and kissed him.  “I think I’d like that.”  You said.  “Making love to my boys is my favorite thing we do together.”

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Bartoned - Chapter 9

Bartoned - A Hawkeye Fanfic

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Square: @clintbartonbingo​ - G5, Bromance

Rating:  M

Warnings:  pregnancy stuff, healing

Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count:  1997

Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

A/N: may be stretching the term bromance a little but it’s one I don’t like and I did like the idea of using it to mean they’re building their friendship now the other stuff is off the table.

Chapter 9

You and Clint had decided that if you were going to try this, you were going to try this from scratch. You were two strangers who were having a baby together. You would stay at your place - he would stay at the tower. He’d help pay for baby-related goods and show up for doctor’s appointments and later birthing classes. You would decide what you both wanted regarding … well… everything… as you went along.

Meanwhile, work had just gone on as normal. Clint had stopped being such a dick and it was back to being like your first day. Sans the sword fights with other recruits. Steve had solved the sparring problem by making sure you were always paired with Kari or the instructor so they knew to pull their punches. He said later he might just put you on in the medbay if the training became too hard. You could continue your field training if you decided you still wanted to work in the field after your maternity leave. You weren’t too worried. Yeah, you’d be huge by the end of the six months, but maternity leave technically wouldn’t start until after that anyway.

For now, you took your anti-nausea medication and continued like normal.

Because it had taken you so long to realize you were pregnant your first obstetrics appointment was only a couple of weeks later. You were going to speak to a nurse, get blood tests and an ultrasound and then you’d get to speak to your obstetrician.

Kari had questioned if you were sure you wanted to do this with Clint. She had a point. She had been in your life a lot longer than Clint, but at this early stage, it was worth giving Clint the chance to be involved if that’s what he wanted.

So that was why you were now leaning back on an examination table with an ultrasound tech moving a long white probe inside you with Clint sitting beside you, trying to pretend your vagina wasn’t on show to the room while you both tried to work out what vague black and white shapes were the baby and what were just shapes.

“That thing?” Clint asked.

“No. That’s just noise,” you said.

“It’s this peanut shape,” the tech said, circling the little image of the embryo with a cursor.

“That’s a baby?” he said. “It looks like something you swallowed.”

“Well, it’s technically not a baby yet. It just will be,” you said.

“This is the heart here,” the tech said, pointing at the little flutter on the screen. “Do you want to hear it?”

“Yes,” you both said at once.

“Yeah, yes please,” Clint added.

She flicked a switch and the room was filled with the rapid ‘woosh-woosh-woosh’ sound of the embryo’s heartbeat.

“Oh my god!” Clint said. “This is so crazy. Can you believe what we did made that?”

You started laughing and you saw the tech smirk too. “It does seem counterintuitive.”

“It’s okay, right? As it should be?” Clint asked.

The tech nodded. “I mean, the head radiologist will look it all over, but everything is as normal. Your ObGyn will go over everything with you.”

“Right. Yeah, of course.” Clint said.

“You okay?” you asked him.

He nodded. “Just seeing it, it’s really real. I thought I’d be scared. But I’m not.”

“Did you want a printout?” the tech asked.

“Yes, please. Maybe a couple,” you said.

She did a few more measurements and printed the little photographs of the life growing inside you before leaving you to get redressed.

Clint sat looking at the little printout while you dressed in the small alcove at the side of the room with the curtain pulled. “Can’t believe I’m going to be a dad.”

“Better start believing it,” you called back.

“Nat’s really excited, you know?” Clint said. “She’s doing this thing where she’s trying to not get her hopes up. They did stuff to her in the Red Room. She can’t have kids. She got pregnant once and she had a miscarriage.”

You stepped out of the changing room and frowned. “Fuck,” you cursed. “And here we are not even meaning to get pregnant. If that were me I’d be so fucking resentful.”

Clint gave a small shrug and opened the door for you and the two of you made your way back up to the maternity wing. “I mean, I’m sure there’s probably a little bit of … I don’t wanna say jealousy, but you know… but mostly she’s just really excited. The team and kinda me especially, we’re her family. So she’s worried something will happen and she doesn’t want you to feel pressured into being a mom, but she really wants to be an aunt. When the baby is born, I think it’ll be hard to get her to give back the baby when we let her hold it.”

You smiled as you walked down the corridor with him. The idea of the Avengers all being your baby’s aunts and uncles was really sweet. Natasha would be quite the protective mama bear you imagined. “Well, she’s welcome to be the aunt. That would be nice," you said. “What do the others think?”

“Um, well,” Clint mused. “I think it’s mostly excitement. I got called an idiot a lot. I think Tony thinks he dodged a bullet.”

You barked out a laugh. “If I’d hooked up with Tony I probably wouldn’t be pregnant right now. Can’t really see the resident billionaire, playboy not using a fucking condom.”

Clint winced and ran his hand through his hair. “No, you’re probably right about that,” he said. “Sorry.”

You shook your head. “Can’t keep being sorry about that. It happened. We need to start thinking about this as a good thing. I don’t want the baby growing up thinking they were a mistake.”

Clint nodded. “No, you’re right,” he agreed. “I think generally they’re excited though. The idea of one of us having a baby is pretty novel.”

You smiled. “When I worked as a paramedic I used to love getting calls from people in labor. It didn’t happen very often. Most people go into labor and they make their own way to the hospital. It’s not like it’s usually a quick process,” you said. “But you get that call and the people are excited. They might be stressed but they aren’t terrified. And then if it is happening that fast, I might even have got to deliver a baby and the look on their faces when that little new life is put in their arms. It’s amazing. And you never get that as an EMT. It’s always people dying. Even if you do save them, they still aren’t happy they nearly died. And a lot of the time, you don’t save them.”

“Yeah, I can see why that would be a nice change. Getting to deliver a baby would make a nice alternative to being kicked into dumpsters by aliens,” Clint said.

You snorted, which made Clint laugh. “Well, anyway,” you said. “Maybe that’s the appeal with the others too. You see a bunch of death and you never do anything for yourselves. Now here you are about to be a dad and they get to be the ones that spoil the new baby without any of the bad stuff.”

Clint nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

You heard your name and turned around to see Doctor Chris. “Hey!” he said, approaching you both. “It’s nice to see you. What are you doing here?”

“Oh,” you said. “Just seeing a doctor.”

“Anything wrong?” he asked.

You shook your head. “No, no. Just getting a physical,” you lied.

“Huh, would have thought that they had people to do that for you,” he said. “Guess you just world build when you don’t know what things are really like.”

You laughed a little lamely. It was funny. You imagined what it might have been like if Chris hadn’t been a game player. If the two of you had dated and the thing with Clint had never happened. That imaginary world where you were being taken out and wooed and moving towards marriage scared you way more than this one where you were pregnant and not in a relationship.

“Yeah, I guess so,” you said.

“You two still have your little arrangement then?” he asked.

You shook your head. “Just friends.”

His eyes lit up. “Well, maybe we can get dinner sometime?”

“Uh, yeah maybe,” you said. “I really have to get to my appointment now though.”

“Right of course. I have a patient too. I’ll call you,” he said.

You nodded. “Nice seeing you, Chris.”

You and Clint turned and headed back down the hall in silence. You were sure he went to say something a couple of times and changed his mind. You checked in and went and sat in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs next to Clint.

“Are you going to go out with him?” Clint asked.

“Him? I doubt it. No,” you said. “You remember how weird and creepy he got. I mean, he can be really great when he is, but there’s that side of him, I don’t want any part of that. Why?”

“I dunno. He was a creep,” Clint said. “You gonna date at all?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, Clint. Maybe? Might end up being too hard. Who’s going to sign up for that level of responsibility right off the bat? Besides…” You trailed off. It wasn’t his business anymore, and you resented him pushing for the information. But you missed just talking to him about how you felt about things. No one had ever really got you the way he did. At least before he decided to ghost you.

“Besides?” Clint pressed.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I kind of hate romance. I told you before that guys have only really used me. But I never liked dating anyway. It feels fake at best. When it’s full-on, the petals on the bed, big over-the-top proposals, that shit grosses me out. I liked what we had. I just want someone who I can hang out with and then maybe we live together and share the bills and the housework and a bed but we’re friends who just enjoy being around each other doing dumb shit.”

Clint let out a breath. “I liked it too,” he said. “Shit, what is wrong with me?”

You put your hand on his and he linked his fingers with yours. “Clint,” you said. “If you want this to move forward we have to do that. I’m not making you any promises. Maybe we never are what we were or what we maybe could have been. But if you keep dwelling on it we definitely won’t be. Learn from it. Do better.”

“Right,” he said. “I will.”

“Good. Because I can’t keep having this conversation,” you said. “And you have to get used to the idea that I might see other people. Because I might. This -” you patted your stomach - "isn’t your claim on me.”

“I know,” he said, frowning. “I never wanted to own you. What we had was fun. I just… when you got hurt…”

“I know, Clint. But you hurt me way more than that sword did.”

“Can we really do this? Raise a baby and not fuck it up?” he asked.

“Yes," you said, not totally sure that you were speaking the truth but going for the 'fake it until you make it' option. “But we need to do it together. We need to trust each other and work together. Natasha told me you can do this. I believe her. I saw who you were. So just show me.”

Clint nodded. “I will.”

A doctor stepped through the door and called your name. “Come on then, let’s see what we’re getting into.”

// NEXT

[avengerscompound]

Bartoned - Chapter 5

Bartoned - A Hawkeye Fanfic

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Square: @clintbartonbingo​ - G3, Disaster!

Rating:  M

Warnings:  canon typical violence

Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count:  2634

Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Chapter 5

You had woken the first day of your new job with the Avengers feeling a little queasy. You knew it was going to be fitness training first thing, so you had to eat or you weren’t going to have the energy to do it. Unfortunately, the thought of actually putting food in your mouth made you retch. You settled on eating a protein bar and drinking as much water as possible.

You met up with Kari on the way, and by the time you got to the tower, she seemed to have talked you down from whatever level of overthinking you were doing that had made you feel that sick. When you walked into the lobby, you felt fine.

Steve Rogers seemed to be watching over the recruits like some kind of terrifying judge. He stood on the stairs so he was slightly above everyone else wearing his Cap uniform, with his arms folded over his large chest. The grim look as he surveyed everyone lifting when he spotted you and Kari. He came over to you kissing Kari’s cheek and hugging you in greeting. “Ready for your first day?” he asked.

“She had some nerves this morning, but she’s okay now,” Kari said, a playful teasing tone to her voice.

“You’ll do fine. The gym is on level 8. I’ll be up when everyone is here and we’ll get started,” he explained.

You and Kari went to the elevators drawing curious looks from the other recruits. You supposed the greeting from Steve did make you both stand out. It was normal that they might wonder who you both were. When you stepped out into the gym, there were around ten recruits already there as well as groups of established agents, and milling to the south of the room with most everyone else avoiding them, Clint, Natasha, Wanda, Sam, Bucky, and Maria.

You and Kari beelined straight for them, the thought of them being the superiors or bosses not even entering your head. You just went to the familiar faces of the people you considered as friends.

Kari greeted Wanda with a kiss and Wanda curled against her as Kari leaned back against the wall.

“Wow, not even gonna pretend to be professional,” Sam teased. “The other recruits are gonna think you’re getting special treatment.”

“I do get special treatment,” Kari joked, making the others laugh.

“We were doomed already. Steve kissed and hugged us hello in the lobby,” you said.

“You’re either gonna get looked at as gods or the ultimate people to take down. Watch yourselves.” Clint said.

“Aren’t they the good guys though?” you asked.

Clint shrugged. “Can still get pretty high school up in here.”

“Oh yeah?” you said. “Does that make you our teachers then?”

“It sure does,” Clint teased. “You better behave or I might have to bend you over my desk.”

You bit your lip and quirked your eyebrow at him. “Promises, promises.”

“Alright, alright,” Sam interjected. “Let’s remember we are at work right now. Some professionalism would be good.”

“And we are your teachers. Not everyone makes it through the program. So you might want to not rub this -” Natasha waved her hand at Wanda and Kari and then you and Clint - “in everyone’s face.”

Kari and Wanda straightened up and let each other go and you and Clint turned on Natasha. “What ‘this’?” Clint argued.

“There’s no ‘this’,” you added.

“We’re just friends.”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourselves that.”

“We will keep telling ourselves that,” Clint said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Steve walked into the room and everyone fell silent at once as he strode up to a platform on the far side, Bucky stalked after him. His whole body seemed to have shifted. He looked more threatening as he pushed into the Winter Soldier persona.

“Good morning everyone. We have new recruits with us. This morning will be the usual laps followed by a circuit. Please make sure that each group of recruits has at least one full agent or avenger to it. Recruits stay after and we’ll go through the rundown of the day,” Steve said.

Several people groaned and shuffled into position and everyone started to do laps. You and Kari ran in a group with Wanda, Clint, and Sam, while Natasha, Steve, and Bucky lapped everyone again and again.

“God, they are such show-offs,” you complained as Bucky and Steve flew past you for the tenth time.

“They heard that too. You’re getting extra push-ups," Sam teased.

“See that just is running on a false assumption that I can do any push-ups,” you joked, making the group laugh.

“Where are the others?” Kari asked, glancing around the room.

“Well, Rhodey has a specialized exercise routine,” Sam explained. “And Bruce has managed to make a successful argument that he’s here to do science and it’s the Hulk that does the fighting. He did say if people really wanted him to let the Hulk out to run circuits he would let him, but he wasn’t sure how co-operative he’d be.”

“Total empty threat,” Clint added.

“Viz doesn’t exactly need the physical fitness either. He and I practice with our power in the afternoons. Sometimes with the others.” Wanda said.

“And Tony is a lazy shit and straight-up refuses to join in,” Clint said.

“Lucky Tony,” you said, which was once again met with laughter.

You ran laps until it started to become painful to draw in a breath and the nausea returned. When you were starting to think there was no way you could keep going, the laps stopped and moved on to the circuits.

By the time it was done and all the Agents had been dismissed your legs were aching and your lungs burned. You sat breathing heavily with Kari, rubbing your aching calves. The two of you weren’t the only ones. Of the twenty-five recruits, only four were standing and talking comfortably.

“Alright, recruits,” Steve said, addressing the now much smaller group. Bucky stood behind him with his arms folded. “You will be training five days a week for the next six months. We start each day like this with all agents. If we Avengers are out on a mission training is run by the most senior agent. We then break for lunch. After lunch, you have more specialized training.

“Monday’s starts with non-typical weapons. That’s where you’re learning to use things that range from ordinary everyday things, like chairs, pots, and pans. Anything you might find on the run. Up to less common weapons that you’d see in the field, such as broad swords, sais, or bows and arrows. Towards the end, you will even be trained to throw my shield, so you are versed in it should the need arise. Typically the class will be taught by either Agents Romanoff or Barton but can be held by anyone depending on who’s here and what is being taught. The second part of the afternoon is infiltration.

“Tuesdays you will spend the first half of the afternoon doing profiling and the second half field medicine. These are typically run by Sam Wilson. Wednesdays are guns, and Thursdays are close combat melee weapons. Usually knives or swords. Both alternate between Sergeant Barnes and Agent Romanoff. On Fridays, you will do computer hacking with either Tony Stark or Maria Hill.

“Each of you has your specialization for which you were chosen. The last part of a Friday is spent honing your special talents. You are to have an overall mid-level understanding of what all the agents do, but you must be experts at your special skills.”

You looked around the group trying to assess how they were taking it all in and what each of their skills might be.

“Not everyone makes it through the program,” Steve said. “Do your best. Focus. We want the best. Are there any questions?”

A guy with spiky black hair held up his hand and Steve nodded to him. “How will we know where the classes are?”

“Just ask FRIDAY. She is programmed with everyone’s timetables.” Steve answered. “Right, FRIDAY?”

“That is correct, Captain,” the AI responded.

“Anyone else?” Steve asked. People looked around and there were headshakes. “Good. Then break for lunch. There is a cafeteria on the 5th floor where you can eat for free, though you’re welcome to go off-site,” Steve said. “Be back in an hour.”

Everyone started dragging themselves to their feet and when you and Kari got up, Steve and Bucky were right there. “You are both welcome to come up and eat with the rest of us if you like. Though if you would rather try and make friends with the other recruits, that might be advisable,” Steve said. The recruits nearest to you turned their heads and watched on curiously.

“Wanda!” Kari said, suddenly reenergizing.

“I guess we’re coming up,” you said.

You followed Steve and Bucky up to the same common area that you had spent hanging out with them all and watching movies. Everyone was there sitting around on couches eating off plates they seemed to have filled from a selection of dishes on a dining table on the far side of the room.

“You are playing such favorites, Rogers,” Natasha scolded as Wanda jumped up out of her seat and held out her arms. Kari ran straight into her open arms and the two women flopped back into the recliner together nuzzling at each other’s neck. “Did you want someone to file a complaint?”

“Anyone who would file a complaint because we hired two of the best field paramedics we’ve seen and then befriended them isn’t someone we want on the team. We’re supposed to be a family here,” Steve said.

“Yeah,” Bucky said as he beelined for the food. “I’m engaged to my boss. They can take it up with me.”

“Yeah, I guess that might make them shut it,” Natasha said.

Steve gestured to the table. “Just help yourself.”

You went over and loaded your plate with an array of different things. With the light breakfast and hard workout, you were now ravenous. When you returned to the couches, Clint had moved onto the arm of the couch and you took his spot next to Natasha.

“Is it always that much work in the mornings?” you asked.

“It varies. Sometimes it’s intense, sometimes less so. There’s always laps and there’s always a circuit,” Natasha said. “At least you get weekends off. We don’t.”

“Really?” you asked Clint. “Every day?”

“Every-fucking-day,” Clint confirmed.

“Hey,” Steve said. “Weekends it’s just the run and combat training if we’re not on a mission.”

“Oh yeah, right. Being on a mission is a holiday,” Clint said with a roll of his eyes.

“You could do what I do and just not go,” Tony suggested.

“No. He can’t. He doesn’t have a suit like you,” Steve countered.

“You could make me one though, Tones,” Clint said. “Come on. You know you want to.”

Tony laughed and threw what looked to be a cube of cheese at Clint who caught it in his mouth. “Nice try, Bird brain.”

It was nice eating with the group. Like Steve had said, they were family and the more you spent time with them the more you felt like they were welcoming you and Kari into that family. They collected people they connected with and made them part of the unit. There was fighting and bickering but what family didn’t have that?

By the time lunch was done you felt full and while your muscles still ached you were much more content. Steve and Bucky got up and stretched. “Okay. Time to get moving. Clint, is your lesson plan ready?”

Clint laughed. “Lesson plan. Hit target with arrow. Done.”

Steve sighed and rolled his eyes. “You two had better get down before he does or they will complain about favoritism.”

“Right you are,” you said, getting up while Kari kissed Wanda goodbye.

Clint grabbed your wrist. “I’m gonna be about five minutes late to make an entrance. Don’t talk shit about me.”

You chuckled and shook your head. “Why would I talk shit about you?”

Clint shrugged. “I dunno. Just don’t.”

You and Kari went down to the gym. It had now been set up with stations. There were swords, a small archery range, nunchucks, staves, and various other weapons. All up there seemed to be ten stations.

You all milled around and it was quite clear that people kept glancing at you and Kari and you were sure they were whispering about you. “Fuck. Maybe we should be a little more low-key.”

“You’re just friends with them,” Kari said. “Just chill out. You know we’re good enough to be here. When they do too, then it’ll be fine.”

“How can you be so chill?” you asked.

She shrugged. “I am just way cooler than you.”

“I wonder what Clint’s doing?” you mused.

As if his name had summoned him to the room, Clint jumped out of the rafters, flipping mid-air and landing crouched on the floor. Half of the people in the room jumped in shock. “First lesson, expect anything. Second lesson, I hate you all,” he said.

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. His badass routine was barely hitting the target for any of the recruits who didn’t know him. You had a very strong urge to burst out laughing and then give him a whack over the back of his head and tell him to stop being an idiot.

“Alright, kiddos. We’re doing weapons training today. Groups of three. I pick.” He started barking at the recruits to get into groups. You and Kari were split up and you ended up at a station containing broadswords with a tall overly buff-looking guy and a weasely looking woman with dark brown hair that she had pulled back in a smooth ponytail.

“Everything is blunt for training, but if you’re sparring be careful. It will still hurt. No firing things at each other. Nunchucks are for the dummies only. I’ll walk around the groups. Just get a feel for things now,” Clint said.

You picked up a sword and turned it over. “Either of you ever used one of these?”

The woman rolled her eyes and picked up a sword. “Yes, because some of us got here on skills.”

You turned on her eyes wide. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means not all of us fucked our way into the Avengers,” she hissed.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m here because I’ve worked dozens of incidents with them in the field. They offered me and my friend places based on our experience working with them. We are friendly with them because of that,” you said defensively.

“Oh yes, skilled in the field, are you? Shall you prove it?” she snarled and attacked you, swinging the sword at your waist. You managed to duck out of the way just in time when she spun back. It hit you in the thigh and you screamed out and swung wildly at her. The sword might have connected with her arm but it was blocked and you were knocked on your back by the guy as he hit you in the side with the flat of the blade.

The lights cut in the room and an alarm sounded. Clint was beside you when the room lit up in red. “Those of you who were trying to learn today are dismissed, now!” he bellowed, and the other agents scurried away. He slowly turned on the three of you and the look of pure anger and hurt on his face made your heart drop.

// NEXT

[avengerscompound]

Bartoned - Chapter 2

Bartoned - A Hawkeye Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Square: @clintbartonbingo, O1 Confusion

Rating:  E

Warnings:  Smut (M|F vaginal sex)

Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count:  1772

Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Chapter 2

You and Clint spent the whole night in bed just talking. You spoke well past the point that you could still claim to be drunk. Nothing seemed to be off the table. Politics. Past relationships. Sex. Religion. It didn’t seem to matter that you had now been up for almost 24 hours you just kept talking.

As the sun started to rise, you thought you had better get home. Clint called a car for you and kissed your cheek as you got in.

You went home, showered, and fell into bed, feeling pretty damned pleased with yourself but certainly not expecting to hear from Clint Barton again.

You slept through until the following morning when your alarm went off for work. You cursed yourself for having missed a whole day but at the same time, twenty straight hours of sleep was impressive.

The day went as normal. Riding around with Kari. It was relatively quiet. A call out for a couple of suspected heart attacks that were actually panic attacks. One of them wanted to go to the hospital anyway. Flirting with Doctor Chris while you were there. A bike messenger that was clipped by a car. A car accident where everyone was fine. Kari spoke about Wanda almost constantly. Which was good - you were happy that she was happy. Also, the only time she ever stopped was to try and get the intel about what happened with you and Clint. You didn’t really want to talk about it though. Not that you were ashamed. It was just that it was something for you and right now you wanted to keep it that way.

Just after lunch, your phone rang with an unknown number. Normally you didn’t even like answering the phone even if you knew who it was, but call it fate or destiny or just dumb luck, you answered.

“Hey, it’s Clint. What are you doing after work?” he asked, not even giving you a chance to say hello or confirm he’d gotten the right number.

“Nothing really.”

“You want to come hang out? We were going to get pizza - watch some movies.”

You felt like pinching yourself. Did you really just get asked to hang out and eat pizza with the Avengers? “Who’s we?”

“We. The Avengers we.”

“Uh, sure. I can’t drink because work tomorrow, but yeah I’d like that.”

“Cool. Just whenever. It’s a low-key thing.”

“Alright. See you later.”

You disconnected the call and looked at Kari with your jaw dropped.

“What? What happened? Did someone die?” she asked.

“No. Clint just asked me to hang out with the Avengers tonight.”

Kari grinned at you. “Ooh…” She teased. “Hanging out with his friends. You’ll be engaged in no time.”

“Well, that would be neat, except we aren’t dating,” you scoffed.

“Does he know that?”

“Yes. I think. Pretty sure. Yes,” you said.

“Might want to draw the line in the sand. Though asking you to hang out is very quick. That’d be a weird first date,” she mused. “Unless the sex counts as a date. Does sex count as a date?”

“No. It doesn’t. It counts as a one-night-stand. Which is what it was,” you argued.

“Maybe he wants a two-night-stand. Or maybe a friends-with-benefits type of situation.”

You quirked an eyebrow at her. “See, that I could get behind.”

You showed up to the tower and once again went through the security checks before being let upstairs. The elevator let you out on a different floor this time. The room was smaller and cozier. The windows still had the amazing view, this one taking in the Empire State Building and some of downtown, but they weren’t as high. It wasn’t the whole floor either. There were rooms. There was a kitchenette on one side, a lot of couches and recliners around a coffee table, and a TV on the other. The whole team was there, all sitting around with popcorn and beers. Clint looked up and smiled at you. “Oh, hey, come in. Join us,” he said, patting the empty spot on the couch.

“Offer her a drink, dummy,” Natasha said, elbowing him as you came and sat down. Across from you, Steve Rogers was sharing a recliner with Bucky Barnes. He leaned forward and grabbed a folder off the table before getting up.

“Oh yeah, drink. We have soda if you can believe it. Steve never lets us have soda. Or umm… juice, coffee? We have coffee?”

“I’ll take an orange juice,” you said.

“I’m glad you came,” Steve said, coming over. “Tony said he wanted to offer you a job. So we worked with legal to draw this up. It has your salary and extras. The training you’ll be given. What would be expected of you. That kind of thing.”

You took it from his hand, opened the front page and your face broke out into a huge grin before you jumped to your feet and hugged Steve tightly. “Oh my god. Thank you so much.”

His arms closed around you and he chuckled. “You’re most welcome. Have someone look over it when you can. There might be room for negotiation.”

“I will. Thank you, Captain Rogers,” you said.

He gave you a pat on the back and you let him go. “Please, call me Steve.”

“Okay. Steve, it is,” you said, retaking a seat.

Clint flopped down beside you and offered you the glass he got you. “You gonna take it?”

You flicked through the pages of the job offer. “I think so.”

“Does that mean I’ll be your boss?” he asked.

“You aren’t anyone’s boss, Clint,” Natasha snarked.

“Well, no but…”

“No buts. You just aren’t. Calm down,” she said.

You giggled and settled in against Clint on the couch.

The night was relaxed. You were sure about an hour in that Clint was just looking for a friend. He was comfortable enough with you to touch you but he seemed to be no more or less handsy with you as he was with Natasha. That was okay. Being an Avenger friend was fine.

Tony had backed off on the flirting. The no seemed to be good enough for him and he was fine with just being friends too.

In fact, they were all very friendly. You learned some things about them all. Steve and Bucky were engaged. You learned that Clint and Natasha used to date. You learned about Tony’s ex, and you and Wanda spoke about Kari. It was a nice relaxed night. Just pizza, movies, and making new friends.

You couldn’t stay late and when you left, Clint took the elevator down with you. “Thanks for coming ‘round. We should hang out more,” he said.

“Yeah. That’d be cool. Everyone’s great,” you agreed.

Clint ran his hand through his hair. “Oh, I uh - I meant just you and me. But yeah, we can all hang out more too.”

“You and me is fine too,” you said, smiling at him.

He returned the smile and took a step towards you, putting a finger on your hip and swinging his hand back and forth. “Clint?” you asked, moving closer to him. “What are we?”

He shook his head and moved closer still so your hips were touching and his hand was on the middle of your back. “I don’t know. Friends.”

“Friends is good,” you said, grabbing the collar of his t-shirt and pulling him into a hard kiss.

His hands went to your jaw and he pushed you up against the wall. You scrambled to open his pants as you kissed him hungrily.

Things became a frantic blur. His hand was at your pussy, fingers working inside you, as he kicked behind him at the emergency stop.

“Agent Barton, did you mean to hit the emergency stop?” a woman’s voice said filling the enclosed space.

“Yes, FRIDAY,” Clint replied as he fucked you with his fingers.

“I don’t see an emergency, Agent Barton. Is everything alright?”

“She can see us?” you whispered, looking around.

“She’s a computer, don’t worry,” he replied. “Everything is fine. I’ll tell you when I want it to go. And turn off the cameras in here.”

“Right away, sir,”

You started giggling against his neck. “Oh my god.”

He smirked and pulled your panties off, hiking your skirt up and lifting you. His body pressed firmly against yours as he leaned against the mirrored wall. The reflection of the two of you locked together repeated infinitely as his cock ran up and down your soaked pussy.

“Condom…” you breathed.

He looked at you with a confused expression on his face for a split second before his hand went to his pocket. “Oh. Okay. Right. Should have one.”

He grabbed his wallet and one-handed pulled a condom out before just throwing his wallet on the floor. You took it off him and tore it open before rolling it down over his cock and with a snap of his hips he was inside you.

He fucked you hard and fast against the wall. You both watched yourselves in the mirrors like you were watching your own personal porno repeated again and again down a chain. It added to your desire and arousal and brought you closer and closer to the edge.

When you weren’t staring at yourselves you were kissing. Frantic, hungry kissing that matched the way he was pounding into you.

Your toes curled as your orgasm pressed down inside you. You came, crying out, and bit down on Clint’s shoulder. He groaned continuing to rut into you. He grunted and bit your neck as he released.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned as you felt the pulse of his cock inside you.

He slipped out of you and you both hastily redressed. “Okay FRIDAY, we’re good to go.”

“Right away, Mr. Barton,” she replied.

When you got to the lobby he walked you out, tossing the spent condom in the trash. “Give me your phone,” he said.

You handed it over and he programmed in his number. “I’ll text you later okay? I like hanging out. I dunno… I’m not good at …” He waved his hand around and gave you the phone back. “Not that I can’t. I was married once, just… you know?”

You did. Except for the marriage thing but you understood. “No, it’s fine. I feel the same way. We’ll do what we want to do.”

He smiled and pecked your cheek. “Cool. Talk soon.”

You nodded and headed out, this might just be the thing you were looking for.

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