#little!clint barton

[danny-likes-sharks]

i feel like when they're both regressed they're pretty much siblings, of course clint is natasha's big brother.

nat's really little sister coded in general and clint is just happy to look out for her.

he's the only one who can calm her down when she gets scared and she's the only one who can calm him down when he gets overstimulated from hearing.

[aew-kun-age-regression]

Could I ask for a little clint moodboard?

-agerefandomrambles

Absolutely!!! I hope this is the vibe you wanted!!!

[to-be-a-dreamer]

I do acknowledge that the Marvel writers were, to a certain extent, trapped in production hell when it came to adapting Clint Barton into the MCU and I do appreciate the glimpses of his comic personality that they managed to sneak into the MCU. Some of my favorites include but are not limited to:

“Look the city is-is flying. The city is flying. We’re fighting an army of robots. And I have a bow and arrow. None of this makes sense”

When faced with a completely unknown opponent who’s clearly some kind of enhanced the middle of a fight: “We haven’t met yet, I’m Clint.”

“Nobody would know. Nobody. Last I saw him an Ultron was sitting on him. Yeah I miss him already that quick little bastard.”

“Unfortunately, he’s still Barton” “Oh that’s terrible” Because he’s a little SHIT

“You’re no match for him Cap.” “Thanks Barton”

Hits a bullseye on the dart board half a centimeter from Tony’s face with absolutely no warning just because he can

In THE maximum security prison getting lectured by Tony Stark: “Blah blah blah…”

Actively lying on the floor after getting his shit rocked by a child: “Yeah you better run.”

Smugly, towards the aforementioned child: “What? You didn’t see that coming?”

Doesn’t tell his teammates that he’s taking them to his secret farmhouse in the middle of nowhere where he has a secret family. Also does not tell his wife that he’s bringing the entire Avengers lineup to her house. Because he’s a dramatic bitch with abysmal communication skills.

Does a stupid little dramatic flourish just to shoot an arrow into the fucking wall in front of literally no one but Wanda. Just for funsies.

Is played by Jeremy Renner, who I can’t Google without learning about his latest life-threatening injury. On brand.

Turns his hearing aids off at a bad musical

“Good thing they call you HawkEYE and not HawkEAR” “Hahaha. Block. Delete.” (100% did not block and delete)

Casually boards the subway after a whole entire car chase

“And the Challenger gets wrecked anyway!”

“How’s my apartment?” “…crispy”

“Sorry Santa!”

“You rely too much on technology” “Well my weapon of choice is a stick and a string”

“I’ve been taking karate since I was five” “Oh so last year?”

“Oh hey… I know you” Casually hands over the most powerful weapon in the universe.

To an actual literal chipmunk after he just jumped out the window of a skyscraper and landed in the Time Square Christmas tree “…hey”

“Clint where are you?” “I’m in the tree!” “What? Which tree?” “THE three!”

[natashaslesbian]

Baby Monster | NR

Summary: you’ve always been an angry child, what happens when your mom finally hits her limit?

Request: 3 year old beats up avengers for no reason at all or you can make up a reason

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings/Content: Minor Fighting&Violence / bad mom Nat / inaccurate autism discovery

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Natasha curled in on herself as she muffled her sobs behind her fists. She could hear you screaming, hear you yelling at anyone who dared to look your way. The redhead was shaking, though she wasn’t sure if it was fear, anger or pure distress. You had always been a wild child, Natasha assumed it was because you were the daughter of an assassin. She thought it was her fault that you were complete unmanageable, she never had a mother or a role model. Natasha had no right pretending to know how to be a mom and now she was to blame for raising another mess of a human being. But Natasha knew one thing, she loved you so much.

The widow took a few moments to pull herself together and steady her breathing. She emerged from her bedroom when she heard you scream again. When your outbursts first started, Natasha would snap into action at your yelling, fearing you were in danger. Now, she dreaded having to find you when she heard your cries. “Romanoff!” Natasha heard from a distance “come get your child!” Tony yelled in frustration. The redhead rubbed at her tired eyes before heading to the common room, she was completely numb to the sight she was met with.

Tony and Clint were cowering in the corner while you flicked your legs out towards Wanda. The witch knew she had an easy answer to end this situations, but she was completely against using her magic on a 3 year old. “Y/n you need to calm down” she said as she protected herself with her arms. “No!” You screamed as you attacked her hands with your nails. “Leave me alone!” You cried as you rolled onto your stomach. Wanda took the opportunity to attempt to lift you up, but the high pitched scream you let out as soon as her hands touched you changed her mind. “Stop it now y/n!” The witch said, her voice remaining calm as always.

Natasha watched as the seen unfolded, eyes welling up with anger. You continued to kick and yell, the sound causing her ears to ring and the blood in her chest boil. This was her final straw. She couldn’t take it anymore. “ENOUGH!” The redhead suddenly screamed, silencing the room, including you. Natasha hated shouting at you, even when you were miss behaving. She didn’t want you to grow up thinking you would get screamed at for every inconvenience, but she’d held on for as long as she could. “Mommy?” You whimpered. “Be quiet y/n!” Natasha said, a stern look still on her face “I’ve had enough of this! I can’t take it anymore! I don’t know how to help you y/n” she continued, looking over at Clint “I think we have to go to plan b” she cried quietly.

The archer stepped forward cautiously “Natasha” he whispered “we said it would be a last, last resort” Clint said. “I know” Nat muttered “but that’s where we are” she said as she crossed her arms across her chest. “What’s going on?” Wanda asked. “I’ll pack her bag” Natasha said, ignoring the brunette witch. She turned on her heels and exited the room before you could blink “mommy” you whined as you watched her red hair disappear “un-uncle Clint?” You whimpered as your nerves took over. Clint gave Wanda and Tony a knowing look and the pair quickly made their way elsewhere.

“I need you to listen to me sweetheart” your uncle said as he approached you “your attitude lately has been bad, and mommy doesn’t know how to help you anymore. Neither do I. So we’re gonna take you to a doctor okay, and you might stay their for a little while” Clint said. “No” you yelled as you ran at him with your tiny fists “no y/n” Clint said as he quickly took hold of you, restraining you softly. “Listen to me sweetheart, your mommy loves you okay. This won’t be forever I promise” he attempted to soothe. You thrashed weakly in Clint’s arms. Why was Natasha sending you away? What did you do wrong?

It was two weeks since you’d been gone, since Natasha send you away. The guilt was eating away at her with every passing day. The redhead felt stiff as she made her way through the kitchen, she had finally fallen asleep on the couch after not resting for 2 days. Your mom hadn’t been outside of the tower since she sent you away, and she could barely leave her room most days. Natasha couldn’t handle the constant whispers and judgemental looks. She never wanted this to happen, but she had no choice. The widow was pulled from her thoughts when Clint spoke up from the doorway “Nat, dr Abrams is here to see you” he said stoically. “Let’s go to my office” Natasha said.

Your mom guided your doctor down to her office, hiding her trembling hands beneath her hoodie. “How are you doing Miss Romanoff?” Dr Abrams asked. Natasha nearly scoffed at his concern “how’s y/n” she said, changing the subject. “She’s doing well” the doctor said. “Have you done the assessment?” Natasha asked. She knew it would take a little while, but your mom had been going mad while you were undergoing tests. “Yes that’s why I’m here” Abrams said, Natasha let out a sigh of relief. “I’ve spoken to her psychologists and paediatricians. We’ve made a diagnosis of autism, it’s a learning disability characterised by-“ Natasha’s face dropped “I know what it is” she said.

All this time, your mom thought you were just an uncontrollable kid. She thought that she was failing as a mother, and in that moment she believed it the most. “Miss Romanoff?” Your doctor asked, breaking the silence. “When can she come home?” Your mom asked. “We’ll continue to monitor her for another week or two in order to find the best way to proceed with her treatment” Dr Abrams said. Natasha felt the guilt rise through her chest “bring her home. Today” she said. “I’m sorry it doesn’t work like that” the doctor frowned. “It wasn’t a request” Natasha said, giving her signature glare.

She doesn’t know how, but Tony had managed to convince (or bribe) your doctors to send you home. You were on the way back now, terrified that your mom was still angry with you. Natasha was waiting patiently in the common room, holding on tightly to a new stuffed bear. Your mom was desperate to come and collect you herself, but Clint convinced her to stay behind and prepare your favourite dinner. The archer opted to go and get you, he knew you would be less anxious to see him first. You had your uncle wrapped around your little finger and you knew he wouldn’t be mad at you anymore.

Natasha paced the room frantically until she finally heard Clint’s car pull up outside. She couldn’t wait to have you home again. You whined as you climbed out of the car, convincing your uncle to carry you up to the common room. “Is mommy still mad at me?” You quietly asked. You had wanted to ask the second you saw him, but your voice felt lost. Clint was careful not to answer you until you were about to walk through the door, he didn’t want to make you nervous with his response, although he knew the real answer was no. “Why don’t we go and find out” he smiled as he set you down, allowing you to take the lead into the common room.

You pushed open the door slowly and your eyes lit up when you saw the decorated room. There was a huge welcome home banner hanging from the ceiling and balloons floating freely around the room. “Hi my baby” Natasha said in her softest voice, crouching down and extending her arms. “Mama” you whimpered as you approached her. “Oh my girl I missed you so much!” Nat smiled. “You’re not mad at me anymore mama?” You quietly asked. “Oh no baby girl, no I promise! Mama was never mad at you. I’m so sorry for shouting and…and for sending you away. Mommy was wrong and I’m so sorry” Natasha said as she frowned with guilt.

“I forgive you mama!” You said as you threw yourself into your mom’s arms. “Oh my girl” Natasha cooed as she squeezed you tight “I promise to be a better mommy from now on ok, I’m gonna help you” she said. “Help me get better?” You shyly asked. Natasha’s heart ached at your words “no baby, you don’t need to get better because there’s nothing wrong with you” she emphasised as she held your little face in her soft hands. “But the doctor said I have autism, and that I need medicine” you questioned. “And that’s true baby, but it doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you. It just means that your brain works a little differently, but I promise you that is not a bad thing” your mom said.

“So I’m not bad?” You innocently asked. Natasha looked deeply into your watery eyes, she would never forgive herself for letting this happen. “No. No y/n I promise you’re not bad. You are my beautiful brave and perfect little girl” your mama smiled. “Listen to me, things might be hard for a little while, but I promise you they will be okay. We’ll be okay baby girl, because mommy has you. Mommy has you always!” Natasha exclaimed as she kissed every inch of your skin “I love you so much!” She said. “I love you too mommy!” You smiled as you threw yourself back into Natasha’s arms.

When you finally pulled back, you eyed the ball of fur sitting beside your mom. You knew instantly what it was, Natasha always got you one when she had upset you. “Can I have my bear mommy?” You asked with a cheeky grin. Your mom couldn’t help but laugh as you looked back at her with her own signature smirk. “Of course you can baby, you can have anything you want” she said as she pulled the bear from behind her back. Natasha grinned from ear to ear as she watched you meet your new friend, she was filled with joy as she saw the daughter she knew you truly were. You ran around happily showing Clint your new bear, and Natasha knew then that you were going to be alright. Everything was going to be alright.

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A/N: Please note that this story is to highlight parental figures mistaking the signs of autism. An Autistic diagnosis is never usually reached this way. This is a work of fiction written to show the ways in which females are often mistreated when showing autistic traits.

- Astara Bell

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[beah388love]

Marvel Masterlist

🧡= Little!Reader Fics

💛= My Fav Fics

* = Smut/Nsfw

Bucky Barnes

< Emotional >

- summary: Your emotional because of your period and Bucky comforts you

< Night hallucinations > 💛

- Summary: Bucky’s little wakes up alone and has a night hallucination whilst buckys in a meeting

< Hide and seek >

- Summary: Bucky has a mission so Tony looks after you and he loses you…

< Silent Treatment >

- Summary: You give Bucky the Silent Treatment…

< So soft… >

- Summary: your thighs are buckys weakness

< No More Pain? >

- summary: you have healing powers…

< Insecurities >

- summary: you’re insecure and Bucky reminds you how beautiful you are.

< Beach day took a turn >

- summary: Beach day took a turn and you got hurt…

Steve Rogers

< Language! >

- summary: Sam and buck accidentally teach you some new words…

< Promise? >

- summary: Steve accidentally scares you

< Never scare me like that again >

- summary: Steve’s been accidentally ignoring you

Tony Stark

< Meanie >

- Summary: One of Tony’s men is mean to you

Thor Odinson

< Too quiet…? >

- summary: someone says you’re too quiet for Thor and too different to be together

< Concussion >

- summary:

Loki Laufeyson

< Bad Daddy… >

- Summary: you have a bad nightmare about loki…

< You get Lost… >

- summary: you get lost…

< Night Terrors >

- summary:

Peter Parker

< Arachnophobia >

- summary: you have arachnophobia…

Sam Wilson

Natasha Romanoff

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

< Green Daddy? >

- summary: Bruce turns into hulk….

Peter Quill

< Teething >

- summary: you are teething…

< I don’t feel good… >

- summary: you get stung by an unknown plant

Stucky

Avengers

< Bird-Fairy! >

- summary: you make Sam fairy wings!

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Kate: I just kept talking, I couldn’t stop!

Clint: Isn’t that, I dunno, life for you?

[melaclintbartoncorner]

💜💜

[dylan-hart]

peter: do you need help, mister loki sir?

loki: no thanks. i’m god.

(y/n): …

avengers: …

tony: (y/n)…don’t…

(y/n): …

steve: (y/n)…

(y/n): hi god, i’M DAD—

clint: [flips table] jUST ONE DAY OF PEACE IS ALL I ASK FOR—

yelena: [cackles in the distance]

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

could you do regressor kate hurt/comfort?? maybe she’s just had a bad day or something and gets extra attention n cuddles?? can be with any caregiver :3c thank youuu !!!

hehe ofc I can do that !! Honestly idk why I haven’t written baby Katie before !!!

Kate screws up on a mission and is worried Clint will be angry with her. No reason to worry though, her Dada is always gonna be there for her!!

Tw: blood, injuries, it’s not edited…

Word count: 1435

💜🏹🧸🏙️

She’d screwed up. Kate knew that. The mission had been a complete fail. Usually it wouldn’t have mattered that much, she could figure out how to fix it, but this was different. Clint had come specifically to help her with this mission and she’d screwed it up while he was there. Her chest felt tight and her stomach ached as she curled into herself on her hotel bed. Her head was filled with a loop of thoughts, she wasn’t good enough, Clint was going to hate her. Plus, she had gotten cut pretty bad on the shoulder and it hurt so much. Too much. Kate felt so small. She hated that she did, if she didn’t she’d be able to figure out a way to fix all this. But she couldn’t. She felt little and alone, and all she wanted was her Dada. But she couldn’t ask for that, not now, not when she’d messed everything up because Clint was definitely mad at her now.

When she heard the bathroom door open Kate pulled the bedsheets up over her head. She didn’t want Dada to see she’d been crying and worry about her. The sheets were stark white and clean, she felt gross and dirty in comparison. “Kate?” Clint’s voice was muffled through the sheets.

“Sleepin,” Kate lied, her lip wobbling as she tried to bite back tears.

“Oh you’re sleeping?” Clint questioned, catching onto her regressed mindspace, “You’re very talkative for a sleepy baby,” he teased lightly.

“M not a baby,” Kate huffed, poking her head out of the sheets so that he could see the very cross look on her face.

“Ah there’s my girl,” Clint cooed, crouching down beside the bed. Kate sniffled, reaching up to rub at her face. “Oh Katie, what happened to your arm?” Kate froze, looking down to realise that the sheets beneath her shoulder had become soaked with blood. Her blood. Kate whimpered, the sight of the blood scaring her enough to crawl out from under the sheets and reach for her Dada. “Oh sweet girl.” Clint sighed, pulling Kate into his arms.

“Owies Daddy,” She whined, burying her face in his shoulder. She really didn’t want Dada to see that she was crying because she was supposed to be a big girl and big girls didn’t cry. Big girls didn’t mess up their missions, and big girls don't need their Daddys to help them. Clint gently stroked Kate’s back with his firm, calloused hand.

“I bet it feels very owie, it’s ok to cry,” Kate sniffled. “Yeah? You’re allowed to cry. That’s right baby girl.” Clint was holding her so gently, she didn’t think she deserved it. Still, he didn’t seem to be mad about the mission at all. She was his baby. That was ok. “How about we get you cleaned up monkey, does that sound ok?” It didn’t sound ok, getting owies cleaned up always hurt. Still, if Dada thought it was a good idea Kate could be brave.

Clint held her hand as they walked to the bathroom, which Kate was glad for as otherwise she didn’t think she’d have been brave enough to move. Part of her wished Dada could carry her but she knew that was especially hard after missions. Clint helped her up onto the bench and handed Kate her pacifier, she hadn’t noticed him grabbing it. She slipped it into her mouth, grateful for the comfort it provided because her arm was really hurting. “Alright little hawk, can we take a look at what we’re working with?” Kate nodded, letting Clint help her to manoeuvre her arm out of the sleeve. He frowned at the sight of the gash across her shoulder. “Well this is no good now is it?” He tutted. “Dadas gonna clean you up now, is that ok?” Kate nodded, though her tummy felt tight and anxious.

Clint cleaned and wrapped Kate’s shoulder with one hand so she could hold the other. It did help a bit to be able to hold Dada but by the time he was finished she was sniffling and her face was damp with tears. “You were so brave for me Katie,” he praised. Kate didn’t feel particularly brave but if daddy thought so it had to be true. “How about some juice and cartoons?” That was exactly what Kate wanted, what she needed, really. The fact that Clint knew this had tears in her eyes all over again. “Oh baby, why are you crying?” Kate sniffled, leaning against Clint so her face was buried against his shoulder.

“Dada,” she mumbled, mainly because it was the only thing she felt big enough to say.

“Oh you’re feeling really small, aren’t you?” His voice was soft, no trace of judgement. Kate nodded, not moving her head from his shoulder. “Alright then.” Clint picked her up off the counter. Kate knew it had to be hard for him but she was too overwhelmed by the comfort to get down. He carried her out of the bathroom and laid her on his bed. Hers was sufficiently stained with blood from her shoulder.

“Do you want to get changed yourself or would you like Daddy’s help?” Clint asked, gently smoothing down Kate’s hair. Kate pointed to Clint with her uninjured arm. She knew she could be very independent when she needed to but right now everything just hurt and she wanted Dada to figure things out.

It was a struggle to manoeuvre Kate out of her suit without moving her injured arm. She felt awful but Clint whispered gentle reassurances the whole time to calm her down. He dressed her in one of his shirts because the baggy fit was much easier to get on. After the ordeal it was just to get the shirt on, Kate was ready for bed. Clint tutted as she tried to climb under the covers. “Come on baby, we’re not ready yet,” He chastised, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. Kate pouted, she really wanted cuddles. “Do you want a pullup?” Kate huffed and nodded, laying back so Clint could get her changed. He did so quickly, helping her into some pyjama shorts afterwards.

Finally, it was time for bed. Clint slipped into the bed next to her, he smelt of toothpaste and antiseptic. It wasn’t the most comforting smell in the world but underneath it all there was the distinct smell of his cologne which lingered on every item of clothing he owned. She buried herself against his side, resting her injured arm over his stomach. Clint reached across the small gap between the two beds, grabbing Kate’s toy hippopotamus, Miles. He gently pressed the toy’s soft nose to her cheek. “Miles says it's bedtime,” Clint explained. Kate went to reach for the toy but winced when she moved her arm too far. “Oh sweet girl,” Clint cooed, gently stroking Kate’s cheek. She whimpered, tears blooming in her eyes. Everything was wrong. Her arm hurt, she couldn’t cuddle her stuffie, big Kate was in trouble, the mission had been bad. She was so bad.

“Hey, hey,” Dada’s voice was firm, he could see the train of thought speeding around Kate’s mind. “Where’d you go monkey?”

Kate whimpered, sniffling sadly, “Been such a bad girl.” Clint’s heart broke at that, knowing his baby girl felt so guilty and uncomfortable. “Big Katie was bad, made Dada mad,”

“No, no, Katie, baby,” Clint cooed, “You were not bad. Not at all,” he assured her. “And Dada isn’t mad at you, not big or little, ok?” Kate sniffled a bit, rubbing her damp cheek against Clint’s shoulder because her only uninjured arm was pinned beneath her body so that she could stay as cuddled up to her Dada as possible. Clint reached over and gently wiped the rest of her tears away. His fingers were rough and calloused against the raw skin under her eyes yet he moved with such precision and delicacy that Kate barely noticed. “Now, I think I promised someone cartoons didn’t I?” Kate nodded happily, an immediate shift in her demeanour now she knew that she definitely was not in trouble.

“Curious George?” She requested excitedly.

“Of course, little Hawk.” Clint turned on the tv and found Kate’s program, Curious George, which was one of Kate’s all time favourites while she was little. Clint believed that Kate was somewhat like his own little curious monkey.

“Thank you Dada,” Kate hummed contentedly as she rested her head on his chest, slowly slipping into a space between awake and asleep.

“Anytime monkey,” Clint cooed gently, stroking Kate’s hair as she fell asleep.

[izzy140105]

Totally unrelated to my usual stuff... But I just want to say... I miss them </3

[iloveslasher]

Attention

Avengers

I need help with finding a wattpad book on avengers x little!reader.

So I once read this fan fic of the avengers team which included: steve rogers, bucky barnes, Tony stark, pepper potts, Bruce banner,Thor odinson, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, vision, Clint barton and sam Wilson as the reader (who's named violet) caregivers.

Because Violet was used and abused so the avengers saved her and she at first felt nothing of her physical wounds but then the avengers told her that's not normal and got her looked at by bruce. And got her off the painkillers that her captor put her on.

One chapter has a protocol that she can't use the bathroom bc she is hurting her self by not being little so they kind of have to pressure her into being little.

Then loki and stephen stranger baby sit in one chapter. Which reveal that loki is also a little. Then there is carol as a little.

And another chapter where wanda and vision give violet schoollessons (bc she was capture really young and doesn't know hoe to write or read). Then they discover that Violet has dyslexia by telling her to go right and she takes a left, off of visions suspicions.

Also Steve and bucky are a pair and later violet starts dating Natasha and Natasha helps violet through her first period.

[ghostofskywalker]

Sweet & Oblivious

Clint Barton/Reader

Fictober 2024 Day 6 of 31

Words: 867

Summary: Too nervous to act on your feelings towards your teammate, you've taken to leaving sweets in his room as a secret admirer. This time though, he's caught you red handed.

Clint Barton Masterlist

In your defense, you didn’t expect your crush to be requited when you first starting leaving little treats in his room all that time ago. And it hadn’t started out like this. The first time you acted as a benevolent dessert fairy, you simply had an extra danish from the cafe you stopped at and you thought Clint might like it. 

Even though you had no issue standing up to enemy operatives who were twice your size, telling your best friend about how big of a crush you had on him simply seemed like an impossible task. It certainly didn’t help that the two of you were close friends, so there was an added layer of pressure, the fact that you would lose a deeply important friendship forever if he didn’t feel the same way about you. So instead of taking a chance on romance, you resorted to giving him secret gifts, usually in the form of baked goods or other desserts, and keeping your crush hidden away.

At first you simply left small bakery bags or boxes outside his door and ran in the opposite direction before being caught, but that soon changed as you got bolder and bolder. And after bribing Natasha to hack into the files and order you a copy of the key (under the guise that you wanted to prank him), you started leaving the treats in there, upping the regularity to at least once a week. And the best part? And as far as you were aware, he never figured out your identity. 

Until now of course, as the door opened to reveal the fact that Clint had caught you red-handed, There was a small box of donuts in your hands and a shocked look on your face as you turned around to face him, brain and body frozen alike at the reality of the situation.

“It’s been you this whole time?” he asked, as the two of you stared at each other. 

Your mind raced through all the potential responses, but there was truly no way to lie your way out of this one. “Yes,” you said softly. “I’m sorry-” 

But Clint didn’t really seem interested in an apology, cutting you off as you spoke. “Why did you do it? You’re one of my best friends, I would have eaten anything you gave me.” 

That was the question you did not want to answer, but you had to. “Because I could never figure out a well to tell you how I feel,” you said, hoping that by some grace of the universe he would simply drop the topic and let you leave right then and there. 

But of course you were not that lucky. “How you feel?”

“I like you, as more than just a friend,” you said, trying not to pay attention to the way your stomach twisted in embarrassment. “But I didn’t want to change anything about our friendship if you didn’t feel the same way, so I started to drop things off in secret. I’m sorry-” 

Once again, he cut off your apology by taking your hand (when had he moved closer to you? Apparently during the time which you were thinking of ways to escape) and looking into your eyes. “I like you too,” he said, and you desperately wanted to pinch yourself, just to make sure you weren’t stuck in some kind of elaborate lucid dream that was hell-bent on bringing your hopes up and then crushing them. “And it’s not just because you’ve been leaving me secret little gifts for weeks now.” 

Now it was your turn to be shocked. “What?” 

Clint nodded, a sheepish grin on his face. “Natasha’s been bugging me about telling you how I feel for months, and I’ve always brushed her off. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship either, but it seems that we’ve both been putting ourselves through hell for no reason.” 

You couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up from your stomach, and you pulled your hand from his grip to throw your arms around him in a crushing hug. “I think Natasha probably wanted to rip her hair out, hearing both of us talk to her about our crushes,” you said. “She’s how I got the key to your room.” 

“And all this time I’ve been ignoring her insistence that you feel the same way,” Clint mused. “God, I’m so stupid.” 

“I think both of us have been pretty stupid about this situation.”

“Yeah, we have.” Clint’s hands moved to your face, and he cupped your cheek. “I really want to kiss you right now.” 

The sensation of his touch was intoxicating, and you had to physically keep your knees from buckling. “I really want to kiss you too.” 

Instead of torturing you any longer, Clint obliged, and the feeling of his lips on yours was better than every single daydream, hope, or fantasy that had ever crossed your mind. And as you kissed him, you couldn’t help but think about how much the two of you owed Natasha an apology, but figuring out how to thank her could wait. 

Right now, you were way more interested in where this was going moment to go.

- the end -

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[to-be-a-dreamer]

Loving the fact that the current Young Avengers mentor lineup includes the most Normal Dude in the MCU and the ghost of a centuries old spirit witch in a complicated relationship with Death herself who is haunting the son of her ex-situationship because they trauma bonded over having accidental murderous tendencies

[natashaslesbian]

We Saved Each Other (Part Seven)

Summary: Your mom starts to notice some differences in your behaviour and she’s not the only one. With the help of Maria and Clint they figure out the next steps

Word Count: 1.9k

Parings: (Natasha x Daughter!Reader) (Natasha x Clint) (Natasha x Maria)

Warnings: Crying, panic attacks, talks of autism symptoms/diagnosis (written from personal experience with my own autism)

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A week ago, you and Natasha moved into Clint’s barn. It had been recently refurbished so it was the perfect place for you and your mom to take residency in. There was a cozy fireplace in the living room and the windows held a beautiful view of the wide fields. Although you were excited to have your new mommy and be living next door to your uncle, auntie and cousins, you were having a hard time settling in. Natasha was starting to notice some differences in your behaviour, the way you reacted to light and sounds and the subtle ways you were a little different to Lila. The young Barton was the only example Nat had of a normal upbringing for a child and in the months you’ve been with her it was obvious you weren’t developing in the same way. Natasha just thought it was your red room upbringing, they didn’t exactly care about the well being of their widows.

The interruption to your routine once again had Natasha’s suspicions on high alert. You were seeming to thrive at the tower but this big change was taking its toll on you. It was yet another restless night for you both, you were again taking residence in your mamas bedroom. “Come on sweetheart, just close those pretty eyes and I’m sure you’ll be asleep before you know it” Natasha whispered “I don’t like the sheets mommy” you whined. Your mom had brought seven different sets of bedsheets by now, both for your bed and her own, but you seemed to hate them all. “I know baby, I promise I’ll go and get our old ones in the morning” Natasha said as she gently stroked your head. You were desperate for your old bedsheets, they were so soft and comfy, they felt like heaven. You continued to fidget a little longer until the exhaustion finally caught up with you and you finally fell asleep.

Breakfast was the next mountain to climb, there had been no time to grocery shop so the cupboards were filled with little to nothing from the Barton’s pantry. Every morning you had coco pops, but since moving in all there had been were cornflakes and you hated them. They went soggy in the milk and got stuck all around your teeth. Natasha has tried to offer you other alternates including pop tarts but all you wanted were your coco pops. “You won’t grow big and strong if you don’t eat your breakfast y/n” Natasha cooed in the hopes today would be the day you would actually eat the cornflakes (or anything else for that matter). “I don’t like it” you mumbled as your eyes became watery “oh sweetheart don’t cry” Natasha said as she came to your side “how about mommy takes a trip to the store after I pick up our sheets okay?” She suggested “yes please” you said.

You begged Natasha to take you with her to the tower, you couldn’t bare to leave her side. Your mom explained that there was work being done and it would most likely be very busy but still, you refused to let go of her as she tried to pass you into Clint’s waiting arms. “I think I’m just gonna have to take her with me” Nat sighed as she adjusted you on her hip. “You need a ride?” Clint asked “yeah that’d be great actually” Natasha smiled, grateful for the extra pair of hands. You fell asleep during the journey, giving your mom a few minuets to finally get a little rest of her own. “Somethings wrong Clint I can feel it” the redhead muttered as she looked down at your sleeping form. “Is she sick?” Clint politely asked, “no, no something else is wrong” Nat sighed “it’s something else, I just don’t know what”

As soon as Natasha stepped foot in the tower you bolted awake as the sound of drills invaded your head. You cried loudly into your mamas neck and wrapped your hands tightly around your ears. “Shhh sweetheart it’s okay it’s just some construction work remember” Nat cooed in an attempt to calm you down. “Let’s get up to your room” Clint suggested, leading you both quickly to the elevator. You calmed slightly when the doors finally shut, opening your eyes to blink up at your mama. “See you’re okay baby” she whispered. When the three of you arrived at your desired floor, it was apparent that the work being done wasn’t just confined to the lobby. You shrieked at the sudden appearance of hundreds of workers, all of them men and racing past you in every direction.

You squirmed out of Natasha’s hold and crashed to the floor in a panic. “It’s alright y/n, come on let’s go get our things” Nat said as she crouched down to lift you back up. “No!” You yelled as hands attempted to pick you up off the floor. You found your feet and they took you running through the forest of tall legs around you. “Y/n!” Natasha called after you, the fear of loosing you setting in quickly. She began to run after you, swiftly followed by Clint. The two bumped into every worker as they tried to keep their eyes on you but soon enough you were out of eyes reach. “Y/n!” Natasha called again, throwing a builder to the floor as he crossed her path. She came to an abrupt stop as the crowd around her dispersed and she was met with the many hallways leading to different parts of the tower.

Clint came crashing into Nats side and managed to stop them both from hitting the floor. “Natasha take a deep breath” he said as she met the widows eyes “she can’t have gone far we’ll find her” he assured. “Clin- Clint” Natasha stammered “I can’t- breath- Clint” she mumbled as she tried to take a breath. “Natasha, hey, look at me, you need to breath for me, like this ok” Clint said as he began to take deep breaths encouraging Nat to do the same. The red head didn’t know what was happening to her, sure she’d had many panic attacks and breakdowns before but they had never been this bad. By now, Clint had learned how to best help his friend when these moments arose, he led Natasha a few feet down one of the several hallways where it was slightly quieter.

Nat pressed her back against the wall and gently slid down to the floor. “Natasha” Clint said as he crouched done next to the redhead “deep breaths okay, in and out, you’ve done it before you can do it again” he calmly spoke. Natasha was just starting to regain control of her breath when Maria came running down the hall “Romanoff” she called, the widow immediately turning off her emotions when the agent appeared “it’s y/n she’s in your guys room” Maria said, out of breath from her small jog. Natasha didn’t waste a second as she stood to her feet and sprinted wildly down the corridor. She almost crashed into the door but managed to stop herself before she could burst in and scare you even more. “I’ll be here” Clint said from a few doors down, giving Natasha the space to comfort you.

“Y/n baby” Natasha quietly called as she slowly pushed open the door “are you in here?” You peaked your head out from under the covers when you heard your mothers voice. Her eyes landed on yours and she softly walked over to the bed “what happened sweetheart, did you get scared?” Natasha asked, you nodded your little head as you reached out to your mom “too loud mommy” you whimpered. Natasha didn’t hesitate for a moment as she came to scoop you up into her arms “oh baby I’m sorry, I should’ve known it might upset you.” She cooed as she wrapped you up in her embrace. You let our soft whimpers as your mama gently rocked you, the motion slowly lulling you to sleep. “You have a nap baby girl, I’ll get us home okay” Natasha whispered.

A soft knock on the door brought Nat back to reality “come in” she quietly said. “How is she?” Clint asked as he peered around the door “asleep, the noise scared her I think” Natasha said. “Can I talk to you? Can we talk to you?” Clint said, pushing the door wider to reveal Maria stood beside him. “What’s wrong?” Natasha said in a fearful tone “nothings wrong I promise, it’s just, well we wanted to talk to you about y/n. About maybe getting her tested for a learning disability” Clint said. “What” Natasha said, gritting her teeth. She gently placed you down between the sheets and ushered the two agents outside. “What the hell are you talking about?” She said frustratedly. “Well” Clint began “this morning in the car when you were saying that you thought something was wrong with her” he said “I didn’t say something was wrong with her” Natasha cut him off “she’s not stupid” she bit at the pair. “No ones saying she is” Maria said “she might just have some different needs” she finished.

“Are you calling my daughter special needs Hill?” Natasha questioned angrily. “Natasha calm down we’re just trying to help, we’re concerned and I know you are too” Clint said. “I guess she is different I just- figured it was because of the red room” Natasha said sadly “but it’s not is it�� she sighed. There was a moments pause before Maria spoke up again. “I noticed a few things when we were at the store a few weeks ago, when she got lost. And Clint said he’s noticed some stuff to” she said. Clint cleared his throat “she obviously doesn’t like loud noises and crowds are defiantly an issue for her” he said “there’s other things as well like her delayed speech and her reaction to light. I’m worried it might be autism” he finished. “Autism” Natasha questioned. She had heard of it before but remained unsure of what it actually looked like, if any girls at the red room where found to have any kind of disability they were executed.

“So what do we do?” Nat asked, all she wanted to do was keep you safe so although the circumstances made her nervous she knew she would do whatever it takes to help you. “We can get a shield professional to asses her” Maria said “they’ll look at her behaviour over a period of time and then make a diagnosis” Natasha let out a nervous sigh “okay” she whispered. “Whatever happens we’ll be here for her, and you” Clint said. “Will they take her away from me?” Natasha asked, keeping her tears at bay. “No of course not” Maria said “Natasha it’s not your fault” she continued when she realised the root of Nat’s worry. “Hey look at me” Clint said “nothing will ever change the fact that she’s your daughter. This will just allow us to help her.” He said. “Okay” the redhead sighed “I’ll set everything up” Maria smiled, excusing herself to get back to work. “Why don’t I take you both home” Clint said.

The journey back felt longer than usual. You stayed soundly asleep in your mamas lap as she gazed down at you with love. Natasha was battling with the thousand thoughts racing through her head. Would people look at you different if you had a learning disability and how would you cope with another issue on top of the mountain of ones you already had. The widow pulled you closer into her chest as you began to squirm “shhhhh you’re okay, mamas here baby” she cooed. “Mommy” you whispered “bad dream” you whimpered. “I’m sorry sweetie. Mommy’s here okay. I’ll always protect you” Natasha said as she gently kissed your forehead. She meant every word, she would always and forever look out for you.

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Finally the next part of WSEO is here! Sorry it’s been so long🩷

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peters class going on a field trip to Avengers Tower and Peter doesn't want to go but he has to and obvi Sam and Steve and Bucky and Tony and everyone takes the day off so they can be at the Tower together and honestly Peter doesn't even mind because he hasn't seen Sam and Bucky in two months and his teacher opens the avengers doors and they file in, looking around in awe, Flash already opening his mouth ready to ‘out’ peter for not telling the truth that he had an internship, when Peter spots Bucky and Sam chatting with Steve at the front desk and he just lights up and lets out a strangled “winter falcon?!?!?” And the two turn and grin and before his teacher can stop him Peter flies at the two men and they laugh and ruffle his hair and Steve grins and gives him a quick hug ‘hey pete’ and peter demands they take him out to dinner and catch him up and sam rolls his eyes but promises and then peter runs back to his class, blushing and apologizing to his teacher and his classmates are staring at him wide eyed and then as they continue to tour it keeps happening, Nat kisses his forehead as he passes, Clint tousles his hair and asks if he’s ever gonna return the bow he let peter borrow, thor literally picks him up and gives him a hug, bruce asks him to stop by before they leave to help him out with some numbers that aren't clicking, and finally, after everything, they meet Tony fricking Stark and Pepper Potts-Stark, and Tony immediately belines for Peter and wraps him in a hug. And just. Yeah.

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Could you write some hawkeye fluff pleaseee (no pressure)

💐 Take these for all your hard work

Bath time!

A/N - I really hope you like this anon!! This was such a cute idea in my head and I portrayed it as gender neutral as I can. Here's to my first post in October! More is absolutely coming! I love you all, thank you for your love and support recently.

Masterlist - all my work!

Warnings!⚠️ : Reader is being bathed! General fluff and cuteness, Baba Hawkeye (Clint Barton) x gn!little reader. Please read at your own discretion. Let me know if I missed anything!!

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The splashing of the water and the sound of your laugh echoed down the halls of tower as you happily played in the water of your newly drawn bath. Your caregiver sits quietly laughing at your antics of playing in the water. You had been his little for quite some time and he was always fond of how much you loved your time in the water.

“Baba look!” You happily wail out, showing him how your newly bought bathtoys were able to shoot water out. You may or may not have aimed it right at your baba.

“Yeah sweetheart i do see.” He quickly reaches for a towel, wiping up the water that has ended up on the walls outside the bathtub.

You laugh as he takes some bubbles and places them on your head, giving you the most bubbly hat in all the land. He kisses your nose before he stand up and grabs your hair washing cup off the counter.

“Okay sweetheart, can I have you put your head back for me? Lets get your hair washed and then you can continue to play.”

Your baba hands you a washcloth to cover your eyes just incase water spills over, although he still makes sure to hold his hand to your hairline just as a second measure aswell. His fingers scrub your head softly as he makes it all fluffy and foamy from the shampoo.

He carefully makes sure that your hair is all rinsed out before he threads the conditioner through your hair, kissing your forehead once its all in, letting you know you have five minutes of playtime before you rinse out your hair and get out of the bath.

You immediately go back to playing with your toys, squealing when hawkeye saves the day in your imaginary world, just like he saved you in your true world. He became your safe place on the days you needed him most, and he gave you a home when you didn’t have one.

The clock continues to tick by as your conditioner soaks in, and your playing is still as loud as ever. Your baba laughs as he watches you act out his major plays that hes either told you about or you’ve seen on the news after the avengers saved new york.

The timer goes off and Clint stands back up, he grabs your bin for your toys and holds it infront of you, letting you know its time to start to calm down and get ready to get out of the bath and ready for bed. Once all your super hero friends have gone off into their next mission, one you’ll surely make next bath, you tilt your head back and let your baba rise out the conditioner from your now cleaned hair.

He makes sure to help you clean your body aswell before he unplugs the drain and grabs a warmed towel. He helps you to stand up before he traps your body in a warm towel hug, drying you off aswell as putting you back in the safety of his arms.

You squeal as he picks you up and carries you to your shared room, and helps you to get comfortably changed into your favorite pajamas.

By the end of the night, your all wrapped up safely in your Baba’s arms, your favorite movie playing in the background, and your comfort items securely in your possession.

Your Baba makes sure to play with your hair and rub your back until your sound asleep, and then he joins you in dreamland, where you both make your own adventures. Together.