#ironwidowhawk

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Marvel Prompt~~~

Tony and Clint are working in the same space, bouncing ideas of each other and making small talk.

Clint: *notices Tony slouching* You okay, man?

Tony: *jerking up straight* Yeah, yes I'm fine. Just deep in thought...

(Tony is lying. He nearly fell asleep and face planted on the desk.)

Clint:*knows Tony is lying* You tired or something?

Tony:*snorts* sleep is for the weak. *Focusing back on his work*

(Clint can see the bags under Tony's eyes, his body language screaming exhausted, and how his eyes slowly drifted before he forced himself to focus again.)

Clint:*moving to sit next to Tony* Then I am very weak, I kinda want a nap.

Tony:*takes a second to process what Clint said* then take one. No one is stopping you, Clint.

Clint:*puts a arm around Tony* yeah, but I want a buddy to cuddle! So can we...

(Tony couldn't stay awake anymore, his body finally giving in and falling asleep. Tony had fallen asleep and ended up resting against Clint, head on his shoulder.)

Clint:*starring at Tony's face*...*blushes hard* okay, this is fine...

Clint:*internally* Oh my god, why is he so cute! No one should be this cute, how is he this adorable! I just wanna keep him and protect him from everything... Maybe Nat wouldn't mind bringing Tony in. After all, he is a sweetheart.

(Clint's hand unconsciously moves to Tony's waist, rubbing little circles there. Tony sighs in his sleep, content and peaceful.)

Clint:*internally* Yep, I'm keeping him.

(Clint rests his head against Tony's)

???:Clint.

Clint:*eyes widen with panic* H-hey Steve!

Steve:*behind Clint stone faced, seething inside* What are you doing with Tony?

Clint:*Scared and wanting to live* we were working on different things, bouncing ideas off each other and I noticed Tony was tired. I did plan to take Tony to his room, after I tricked him into agreeing. But he feel asleep while I was trying. S-so here I am! I didn't want to move cause I wanted to let him sleep! Ya know?

(Clint is trying not to shake with fear, as not to wake Tony, but can't keep said fear out of his voice.)

Steve:*voice drops an octave* then why is your head on Tony's, Clint?

Clint:*pales* uh...

Steve:*frowns* I see...

(Steve separates the two, careful with Tony. Picking up the sleeping genius Steve walks out heading for his own room, as it's closer. He stops before he leaves, however.)

Steve: Clint?

Clint:*afraid* ...yeah?

Steve: Next time, just carry Tony to his room if he passes out like this. Understood?

Clint: Y-Yep! Understood loud and clear, captain! Carry the leader to his room, can do...

(Steve walks away. Clint finally lets out a shaky breath, the panic easing slightly. He stares longingly at the seat Tony had just been sitting, wanting him to come back and sit with him again.)

Clint:*internally* I swear Cap, you break his heart once, hurt him one time, me and Nat will take him faster than Thor's lightning. I promise you that. He is too cute to be taken by a meanie!

If anyone can make this fanfiction, I will praise your name.

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For ironwidowhawk, how about a good breaking-out-of-a-kidnapping scenario? (Love your writing, btw 💙)

“Hold on a sec.” Tony raises his hands in a universal shut-the-fuck-up-I-need-a-moment-to-process-your-fucking-dumbassery gesture and flips his faceplate up.

One that doesn’t seem to be as universal as it should, given the way the villain of the week blinks at him. But Tony doesn’t have the time to educate the poor, soon to be dead fuck right now because any second now he’s going to be brutally murdered and Tony is so not down to getting caught in the crossfire.

No way, no how. Last time was plenty. As a matter of fact, last time was enough for more than one life.

“Are you telling me we’re here to rescue Black Widow?!”

The clueless, unlucky asshole preens.

“Did you truly believe your affections for your team mate would remain hidden from I, the-” she continues to prattle on self-importantly. Apparently she hasn’t realized that she’s a dead woman walking yet.

The lucky idiot.

Which leaves Tony to whirl around to present idiot number two.

“Did you know about this?”

Clint, at least, has gone gratifyingly pale. Clearly he also remembers the last time they’d attempted to rescue Natasha before she had indicated she needed rescuing.

Fuck, is Fury trying to get them killed? Actually, no. Never mind. There’s an obvious answer here and a very obviously guilty party too.

“What the fuck did you do to piss Coulson off this time?” Tony demands, half a second before the door explodes inwards into the room, knocking the still japping villain out.

And possibly breaking more than a few bones.

“What are you doing here?”

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I heard you mention IronWidowHawk and 👀👀👀 Clint and Natasha are on a mission and they're closing in on their mark but then they realize the guy their mark's talking to is Tony?!? "I missed you," Tony says when they try to scold him. "That's very sweet but please don't talk to black market arms dealers when you miss us," Natasha tells him. "I just wanted to see how his kids were doing, they go to college in the states," Tony complains. Clint and Natasha didn't even know their mark HAD kids.

Heyyyy!! It’s great to hear from you again, especially with such a brilliant prompt! How are you doing?

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Tony, being Tony, is outraged. On their behalf. Because whoever dared to send them into the field on this little information and with such shoddy background checks is just asking to get them killed and Tony. Will. Not. Stand. For. It.

Clint is pretty sure that means he’s missing the entire point of Natasha’s lecture, but he’s a little annoyed at the half-assed files himself, so he’s willing to let it go. Or, well, not let it go. But unleash his fuming boyfriend on whichever agent has the misfortune to be responsible for their mission details, before he sits him down and has another talk about Things That Tony Is Well Capable Of Doing But Should Not Do Anyways For The Peace Of Mind Of His Partners.

It’s a list that just keeps on growing.

To be fair, both Nat and Clint come back home injured often enough to give Tony is fair share of grey hairs too. It all balances out. Still, it’s the principle of the thing.

You just don’t want your civilian boyfriend to chill with his black market contacts in the hopes of running into you on a mission.

Actually, some people might say you don’t want your civilian boyfriend to have black market contacts, but those are the kind of people that have a stable 9-to-5 job that doesn’t involve dodging bullets and hot-wiring the car of a drug cartel leader, so what do they know?

Natasha, always the most practical of the three, doesn’t let Tony run wild on an unprepared SHIELD agent in the end. And it’s not because she’s worried about Tony – more like, she’s worried about SHIELD realizing exactly how much Tony can do when he puts his mind to it. And he always does when it involves them.

So really, it’s for the best of everyone that Natasha stalks the unfortunate desk jokey home, drops from the ceiling when he’s about to go to bed and explain in very simple words how you dispose of a body in a well-surveilled city like New York City.

In theory.

Their handler isn’t impressed, but neither were Clint and Natasha with their clusterfuck of a mission and the fact that, in the end, they call Tony two hours after insisting he goes home because someone needs to get them useful intel and Tony is going to rub that in for ages, so that’s alright.

Tony does indeed rub that particular misfortune of theirs in for ages. But that’s okay. Clint knows how to shut him up. 

(Passionate kisses are all well and good, but nothing trips Tony up and makes him dissolve into a blushing, stuttering mess like a soft kiss on the edge of his lips or his forehead or the tip of his nose.)

“Next time you meet a black market arms dealer, please tell us?” Natasha asks because their relationship has taught all three of them the value of a good compromise.

“Okay,” Tony agrees sleepily and cuddles closer.

Which is why neither of them should have been caught off-guard when, three weeks later, Tony sends them a text consisting of gonna meet up with an old buddy, love you byeee with a lot of heart and gun emojis at the end.

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For ironwidowhawk prompts maybe something like this: Natasha and Clint are sent to monitor and spy on stark (like in im2) but accidentally find out they both totally have a thing for him?

Natasha would be lying if she said she has never thought about killing Clint. It has, however, been quite some time since she has imagined it quite so vividly.

Meanwhile Clint still hasn’t stopped laughing.

“I– I can’t believe you fell for the mark!” he finally manages to choke out between helpless giggles. “I mean, seriously! You! You, of all people, fell for the mark!”

There are tears running down his cheeks now. Natasha itches to slap them off.

“I don’t know what you find so funny about this,” she bites out instead. “It’s not like you didn’t also fall for him!”

It still takes another five minutes for Clint to be somewhat calm again though, and even then he waves her valid point off. “Nah.” His voice is barely audible and squeaky. “People expected me to mess this one up. That’s why you were sent in in the first place. Phil really should know better than to send me in on honeypot missions.”

Natasha can’t even argue with that. Every agent has his special talents. Every agent has areas they are less-suited for. 

She honestly isn’t sure why anyone in SHIELD ever taught sending Clint Barton onto a honeypot mission would be a good idea. And that was before you considered that their mark was a brilliant, engaging, attractive, openly bisexual Tony Stark. 

Also known as Clint’s not so secret celebrity crush. Well, to be fair, it’s closer to the truth to say that Tony’s AI is Clint’s not so secret celebrity crush, but that’s really just nitpicking.

“So…” Clint pointedly leans back in his stupidly cushy seat and puts his muddy boots on the table. “What now?”

“We know that Stark isn’t the traitor,” Natasha states slowly.

“Oh, sure, you call him Stark now.”

“Which means” she continues louder in an effort to drown out Clint’s good point, “it stands to reason that the real traitor is someone close to him and regularly in contact with him.”

Clint furrows his brows. It’s a thought he’s already had himself, but.

“That would mean…”

“Exactly.”

“So you want to?”

“I was thinking more of-”

“Oh. Oh. Yes, that could work.”

Natasha smirks. “We’re in agreement then.”

“As long as you’re the one breaking the news to Phil,” Clint grins right back.

“And you better get that done quickly, we’ve got ourselves a Stark to catch.”

With that proclamation, he’s out of his chair and half-way across the room before Natasha has come up with a good reason why she definitely won’t be the one to inform their handler on Tony Stark’s new…status.

“Sure, you call him Stark now,” she grumbles under her breath. The bastard has even left her with the check. It’s so on.

Oh wow. This turned into exactly the kind of trainwreck I envisioned tbh

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Always and for(n)ever #fake fic ask

Soulbonds are meant for life. They aren’t like soulmates, aren’t picked for you by some all-knowing universal power. You choose your own soulbonds – a connection so deep, so powerful, everything else pales in comparison.

And Tony, who’s always been special but never good enough, who’s always had everything but never belonged? There are no words to express what his soulbond means to him. He chose Pepper and Pepper chose him. And that’s everything. Always will be. Always.

Until Tony falls through a portal in the sky above New York. Until he wakes up and the bond is gone.

With things still shaky between Tony and Steve and Bruce once more on the run from himself, it falls to a still-recovering Clint and a so-done-with-everyones-shit Natasha to pick up the pieces. Oh boy.

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Someone tell me is IronWidowHawk a thing? Have I written this pairing before? Because it needs to be written