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[So...........considering how much they redo oot beat by beat almost in totk for the past bits.......is Nabooru (or this timeline's/au's version) the Sage of Lightning?

I mean, think about it. In both games, she turns against Ganondorf and even seems to take it a step further in totk with potentially turning the Gerudo as a whole against him (at least I imagined the Sage of Lightning had a hand in exposing him....then again, totk seemed keen on Ganondorf being evil to the core with no other motivation (as in, he didnt give a shit about his people either which grinds my gears), and they wanted the Gerudo to appear as stauch allies to Hyrule, so maybe most of the Gerudo never liked him, but that's not as interesting and I'm going to keep my political intrigue ideas so sh). Urbosa mentions her by name, and if this era is disconnected from the other games (which doesn't fully make sense since Zelda mentions the past heroes, but I'll play their game for now since it's apparently official these two games are their own tineline/AU), then she either wouldn't exist in this Hyrule or was simply a different incarnation (which would be the same for Ruto, who is also mentioned by name). So that means the latter must be true, and with the parallels with OoT going on, now I really AM wondering the original Sage of Lightning WAS this era's Nabooru.

I had toyed with the idea before, but without any solid say so that the games were in fact not part of the original timeline, I didn't want to commit to anything. So, maybe that will just be my angle for the Wilds era now. 🤔 With my own tweaks of course.]

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It’s You and Me - Chapter 1

It’s You and Me: A Hawkeye Fanfic

Series Masterlist

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Clint Barton x  F!Reader

Word Count:  2131

Rating:  E

Warnings:  Action, Canon typical violence, snakes (further warnings on series, if you have triggers please see masterlist for series warnings)

Synopsis:  You and Clint Barton go way back.  Since you joined the circus as a child, he took it upon himself to keep you away from the people who really wanted to hurt you.  For years the two of you danced a line between dark and light.

When he chooses light the two of you go your separate ways.

Fifteen years later he tracks you down.  Those feelings the two of you shared never went away, but now he is not only an Avengers but a single father.  Can the two of you make it work after all this time when your lives have gone in such different directions?

A series told in flashbacks and current day.

Chapter 1: Now

The lights were out in the lobby.  That wasn’t that unusual.  The building you lived in was only barely above the level of run-down most people would consider dilapidated.  If it was just the lights, you wouldn’t be as on edge as you currently felt.  But as not just one, but two of the security doors leading in were unlatched your hackles went up.

You immediately became aware of someone lurking in the shadow of the stairwell, and you relaxed.

Some people gave off a certain energy.  It was comfortable and familiar and if they were there you just knew.  It was almost like their molecules blended with yours and spoke to each other without needing to be aware it was happening.

“You gonna hide there all night?”  You asked, readjusting the paper bag of groceries you were carrying as you started climbing the crooked stairs up to your apartment.  The archer stepped out of the shadows soundlessly and began to follow you upstairs.

You hadn’t seen Clint for what was coming up to fifteen years, give or take.  Yet you could always tell when he was there.  Even now, his presence in the room just felt a certain way.  The two of you were connected through a shared past and in the end, it was always the two of you.

He followed you upstairs, not saying a word.  You carefully juggled your groceries as you unlocked your door and he followed you inside and closed it behind him.  Your apartment was small. Just one room that acted as your bedroom and living room, with a tiny nook on one side that was your kitchen, and a bathroom on the far end that looked out onto the building next door.

Your grey tabby cat, Jasper, met you at the door, meowing loudly.  He wound his way between your feet.  You put your groceries down and opened a tin of cat food, and emptied it into his dish.  You dropped the tin into the sink and turned to Clint.

 “So, business or pleasure?”  You asked.  Instead of answering directly, Clint spun you and crashed his lips into yours, pushing you back against the bench as he kissed you hard.  You braced one hand against the bench behind you and ran the other up his chest.  Fifteen years had not taken anything from Clint’s physique.  He was just as muscular as you remembered him being back when you were both barely even counted as adults.  The kiss was just how you remembered too.  His lips were familiar and exciting.  This was something you’d done hundreds of times, but it had been so long that it was new as well.

Clint pulled back and looked down at you.  Those blue eyes that you knew so well were lined at the corners.  “So, business then?”  You teased.

He pulled away from you and nodded.  “I’m afraid so.”

You started to unpack your groceries.  You had assumed it would be work.  For a long time, you and Clint trod the same line between dark and light.  Then one day Clint had veered directly into the light.  Ever since then, he’d used his contacts up anytime he’d needed information.  You’d heard stories, often directly from the source about many getting roughed up by him while he was on some mission for SHIELD and then the Avengers.

He hadn’t come to you yet, but you knew it was a matter of time before he ran out of options.

“What is it?”  You asked, putting your milk in the fridge.

Clint began pawing through your groceries pulling things out and scattering them over your benchtop.  He found a punnet of blueberries and popped it open and began to eat them.  “You can get me into the bar with no name, can’t you?”

You looked at him and raised your eyebrow.  “Are you trying to get me killed?”

He held up his hands.  “I swear to god, I’m not going to start anything.  I’m supposed to pick something up.”

“What idiot told you they’d meet you there?  You.  Hawkeye of the Avengers,” you asked.

Clint smirked.  “Zelda.”

You shook your head and ran your hands down your face.  “It’s a setup, Clint.  You know that right?”

“She doesn’t know it’s me,” Clint assured you.  “I swear.”

“She knows, just like I would know,” you said.  “And it’s moot.  You show your face in there, and they’ll kill you and then they’ll kill me for bringing you.  You’re hardly incognito anymore.”

Clint put down the blueberries and came over to you, he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you close.  “Come on, sugar,” he said, using your old stage name.  “Do it for old times sake.  Don’t you miss me?”

“I miss the stuff you led with,” you huffed.  “Why’s it taken you so long to track me down?”

He frowned and his thumbs drew circles on your hips.  “I wanted to…”

“But?”

“But… I didn’t want to get to the point where you rejected me.  It was always you and me,” he said.  “And I changed, but you never told me no.”

You huffed and pulled away from him.  “God, you suck.”

“I know,” he said.  “But I’d owe you.  And imagine what that could do for you.  Having an Avenger in your debt.”  He came up behind you and pulled you back against him again.  “We can continue with what we were doing after if you like?”

You leaned back against him.  “Clint…”

“Come on…” he begged.  “It’ll be you and me again.”

You huffed.  “She definitely doesn’t know it’s you?”

“No, I swear.”

“How about this,” you said, turning to face him.  “I go in.  Pretend to be someone picking up the … whatever it is… and I’ll bring it to you.”

“How do I know you won’t just run off with it?”  He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You smiled at him.  “You’re going to have to trust me, aren’t you?”

A few hours later you were dressed head to toe in black Kevlar body armor and your sword strapped to your back.  In television and movies bars with a large criminal element always had a no-weapons rule.  You’d check them at the door to avoid any incident on site.  For the Bar With No Name, it was the opposite.  They employed a nuclear deterrent method.  Everyone was either armed or enhanced and that way no one would start anything if they wanted to avoid anything getting ugly.

You spotted Zelda sitting at the bar.  She sat alone with several empty seats on either side.  The patrons closer to her eyed her with a mixture of revulsion and fear due to the large Burmese Python she had casually wrapped around her.  You knew the name of the snake even though you’d never seen that one before.  They always had the same name.

“Hello, Zelda,” you said.  “And how’s Precious?”

She looked at you a little surprised.  “Oh my god!  What are you doing here?  I haven’t seen you in forever!”

She hugged you and the snake nosed at your side.  “I’m here for you.”

She pulled back and looked at you.  “No…” she said.  “No, you’re not.”

You opened one of the pouches on your belt to show her the wad of cash Clint had supplied you with.

“Well then,” she said, pulling a microdrive out of her pocket.  You went to take it from her but just as you started to close your fingers around it, she flicked it back over her knuckles and out of your reach.  Precious the snake lifted his head and hissed softly.  “But first, tell me, why are you working with Hawkeye.”

As you’d expected, she knew.  “I’m not,” you lied.

Zelda put the drive on the bar and the snake slithered off her and began encircling it.  “That’s funny,” she said.  “Because I’ve been talking to Clint Barton for two months about this drive and yet here you are.”

“You’ve got it wrong.  You’ve been talking to one of my people,” you argued.

She laughed loudly and Precious reared her head and bared her fangs.  “Honey, you, me, and Clint go way back.  You think I wouldn’t recognize that idiot’s voice when I heard it?”

“If you really expected it to be Clint then why would you suggest meeting him in the only place in the city he can’t get into?”  You asked.

“Because,” Zeda said, leaning forward a little.  “I can’t kill him, but maybe all these people can.”

You looked directly in her eye not moving, aware that Precious had started to sway slightly where she sat.  You were burned.  No matter what you did now, everyone in here would soon know you were working with the Avengers.  Even if it was just this once and just Clint Barton.  If you stood up and walked out, Zelda would tell everyone about it after.  If you grabbed the disk, chaos would break out and they’d all know now.  You didn’t want to hurt her snake, but if you were burned, you were burned.  Might as well get what you came for.

You moved quickly.  Too quick for Zelda.  She wasn’t really a fighter and even back at the circus it was her snakes over fitness.  Precious on the other hand was fast.  As your fingers closed around the drive, Precious lunged at you, sinking her fangs into your arm.  You screamed out and yanked your hand back as you drew your sword.

Everyone in the room drew their weapons as their attention snapped to you.

“She’s working with the Avengers!”  Zelda shouted.

“Liar!  She is!” You countered and slammed the hilt of your head down on Precious’ head.  The snake let go of our arm and you started gushing blood.  All around you chaos broke out as people decided which of you was lying.  You ran for the door as the snake lunged at you again.  This time you were quicker than the snake, ducking to the side so that the large python slammed into the chest of a large man who had come running at you.  He screamed and began wrestling with the snake and you launched yourself over his head using four more random people as stepping stones to get to the door as gunfire broke out.

The large security guard blocked your exit.  You squared off with your sword, preparing to fight on all sides, when the door blew in suddenly, flattening the guard.  Clint stood on the other side grinning.  “What are you waiting for?”  He said.

“God, you suck,” you laughed and ran out after him, half the bar close on your heels.  Clint fired a series of his trick arrows at the group pursuing you.  Two got pinned to the wall of the building as they existed, blocking the path for anyone else.  Another got clocked on the head with a concussion arrow.  And three more were captured in his net arrow.  The last arrow he fired exploded into a cloud of smoke and the two of you ducked down a side alley while the remaining pursuers disappeared from view.

“Where are we going?”  You asked.

“Subway,” Clint said, pointing to the entrance on the other side of the road.

You ducked through the traffic, jumping over the hood of a taxi and sliding down the railing into the subway below.  You jumped the barrier as Clint pulled out a ticket and scanned in and the two of you got onto the very first train you saw as its door closed behind you.

“Did you get it?”  He asked as the two of you stood panting and leaning against each other.  You held out the drive.  Blood was still running down your arm but it wasn’t until now that you were aware of how bad it was.  You swooned, and Clint caught you. “Woah.  Did the snake get you?”  He said, pulling off his shirt and wrapping it around your arm.

The other people in the carriage had all started backing away and moving down the train and Clint got you to take a seat on one of the plastic chairs.  “Yeah.  It’s just a python though.  It’ll stop bleeding.”

“I’ll take you back to my place and patch you up.  Might be better if you don’t go home tonight.”

“Are you kidding me?”  You asked.  “You burned me.  They’re gonna swarm my place looking to see if I am an Avenger.  No one will work with me now.”

Clint shrugged.  “Maybe it’s better that way.”

“Easy for you to say, Mister Avenger,” you snapped.

“Come on,” Clint teased.  “You can’t tell me that wasn’t fun.”

You huffed and nodded, a reluctant smile playing over your lips.  “Yeah… I guess it was.”

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