#team widow

[suzieloveships]

[mamaspidershit]

Natasha: I am going to introduce your friend to a world of hurt. Peter: Oh, Natasha you don’t want to get into it with MJ. Peter: I don't think it would go well. Natasha: Do you think she'll hurt me? Peter: No, worse. Peter: I think you'll become friends.

[slavicshadownr]

Clint: Coulson kicked me off the mission for good because I am apparently a "liability" and "reckless" and "Barton". Natasha: That��s just your name. Clint: Yeah but you didn't hear his tone.

[crybabycunt]

Natasha: Let's prep you for your date tomorrow with Kate. It's at 7 p.m. What time do you arrive?

Yelena: Seven. A.M. Case the restaurant. Run background checks on the staff. Can the cook be trusted? If not, I have to kill him. Dispose of the body. Replace him with my own guy no later than 4:30.

Natasha: You're ready.

Yelena: Really?

Natasha: No. Everything you just said was insane, but we're out of time.

[georgie3116]

*Bucky to Steve after getting defrosted in Wakanda*

Bucky: I feel renewed.

Bucky: I’m to deal with any changes that come my way.

Natasha: *With Blonde Hair* Hey, look whose back!

Bucky: Your hair is different. You changed your hair. I can’t take this. I’m out!

[scavengerssuccotash]

"Clint did what?!"

Phil sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “He punched the Russian ambassador.”

Fury twists to look at Natasha who sits primly in Phil’s office chair. She doesn’t look up from where she shapes her nails with a black nail file.

“Don’t look at me, I didn’t ask him too.” Natasha says, innocently.

Fury places his hands on his hips and glares. “Dare I ask what he did to deserve that? I sent you two to warm relations, not set them back fifty years!”

Natasha merely raises an eyebrow before fanning out her fingers, inspecting the almond shape of her nails. Frustrated Fury turns his one eyed glare back onto Phil.

“Well?”

Phil rubs a hand over his mouth, a strange expression crossing over his features. “It seems the Russian Ambassador called Agent Romanoff a…”

“A prostitute.” Natasha cuts in dryly, still filling away at her nails. “To which I reminded him, quite nicely I might add that, that compensation for my services might be looked at favorably should my dear motherland feel so inclined to remedy the past. Mr. Volkov agreed.”

Fury shakes his head. “Agent Romanoff, while it’s an unfortunate turn of phrase you can’t—“

Finally she rises from her chair and crosses her arms. “I don’t have a problem with sex work, Director Fury.”

“Then why—“

Natasha rolls her shoulders, nonchalantly. “Clint thought the suggested sum was low.”

“How much was it?” Fury asks.

Natasha gives him a feral grin. “1.2.”

Fury stares up at the ceiling, wondering not for the first time how the hell he had found himself with Strike Team Delta as Shields golden goose when they act like this. “I’ll go report to the council—“

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that just yet, Director.”

Natasha pats him on the shoulder before handing off her phone. There on the screen is a bank account with 2.5 million. Fury’s mouth drops open in surprise but before he can say anything a rapid succession of honks alert them. Fury and Phil both race to the window and peer out. There in SHIELD’s parking lot, haphazardly parked, was a purple and black 2014 Bugatti.

“Mr. Volkov also offered his car to compensate for the bruised state of Agent Barton’s left hand. In return he hopes for a lighter tarfiles and lifted sanctions. I told him we would discuss.” Natasha explains behind them, a touch of pride in her raspy voice. Then she claps her hands together, bringing both of their attention back to her. "Now, if that is all gentlemen I have plans for the rest of my evening!"

And with that Natasha Romanoff departs, grinning wildly. She goes so far as to wiggle her fingers at them through the window in a goodbye wave.

Director Fury can only watch in stunned silence until she skips out of sight. "Did...did Strike Team Delta just extort 2.5 million and Bugatti out of a foreign national, Phil?"

Phil blinks, shocked. "I-I think so!"

���What the hell am I supposed to tell The Council?"

“Oh, that is far above my pay grade sir, but I would suggest being proactive in giving them a promotion.” Phil comments.

Thank you for sending me prompts my dear! @firlalaith I do so hope you enjoy a badass moment from our precious duo.

[bread-wizards]

Love Laudna wanting Orym to be the one to cut her down if need be because she feels he can make hard choices, and Travis like "uh hello? What about Chetney? You want to put Orym through that anguish? I am right here" like damn, he right tho

[squilfmybeloved]

during the battle in germany, at the airport, peter runs into captain america. oh my god, it's captain america is all that's going through his head right now.

and then peter starts thinking about the psa videos.

while they're fighting, all he can think about are those god damn psa videos. peter knows he's getting distracted- maybe that's why he suddenly finds himself holding up a landing ramp, and captain america is about to throw a crate at him, and tony is about to tackle cap, and-

and all that comes out of peter's stupid mouth is, "so. you've got detention."

everything just. stops. steve freezes and unceremoniously drops the crate, the thud the only source of noise. his face looks like a cherry tomato. tony says, "what the fuck, roos? where did that, out of all things, come from?"

peter, traitor that he is, points at steve and hoarsely whispers, "his school psas."

nat's wheezing laughs are all that is heard over the comms.

next thing peter knows, the shield is coming at him, he's pathetically flying through the air, hitting the ground, and out like a light.

when the rogues come back to the compound, peter and steve can't look at eachother for a week.

[bringbackwendellvaughn]

[quietlyimplode]

ignite your bones

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

Whumptober 2024: Day 13 - team as family

Warnings: depression

Word Count: 1.8k (gif not mine)

Summary: Maria and Clint chat about what happened in the mission with Natasha.

Masterlist

Whumptober Masterlist

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“Clint open the fucking door,” Maria groans.

“I have coffee, the good kind.”

She holds it up like he’s able to see through walls, but she hopes at the very least the wafting smell of the coffee will permeate the door.

“Come on,” she groans, “don’t make me pick the lock. Remember what happened last time? The locksmith didn’t come for a week.”

She waits, hopeful he’s going to come, and that she won’t find him still asleep, naked, as she had so many times before.

“You have thirty seconds, then I’m coming in,” she tells the door.

The takeaway she holds in one hand, moves to the other, as she prepares to find the key he gave her. She’s sure it’s somewhere in her wallet.

It takes another minute before she finds it, but as she goes to put it in, the door opens.

“Were you just waiting until I found the key?” she asks, annoyed, pushing the food into him.

He takes it and doesn’t say anything, letting her close the door behind them.

“Clint, it stinks in here, have you ever thought of opening a window?”

He shrugs, and she opens one without awaiting permission, the heavy smell of sweat and humidity surrounding them.

Clint takes the coffee first, the. opens the food, and pulls out a hash brown, eating it quickly before opening the pancakes she knows he likes.

Even if he doesn’t eat anything else, she knows he’ll eat those.

“Want some?” he asks, mouth full, holding up a folded pancake dripping in syrup.

She shakes her head absentmindedly, looking around at the mess of his apartment.

Maria loves her friend. She wonders sometimes, what he could have aspired to if not for all the childhood trauma.

His intelligence was off the chart, only let down by things he had no experience in, and though she’d seen him do calculations in his head that would baffle half of shield, he couldn’t work out how to keep his apartment in order.

“It’s a different skill,” Clint mumbles, still working his way through the pancake, reading her mind.

“I do what I can when I can.”

She rolls up her sleeves, and starts with the dishes.

“You don’t have to do that,” he tells her, a look of embarrassment and guilt on his face.

“No, I know, do you care?”

Clint shrugs and turns his attention back to the food.

“Have you eaten?” he asks.

Maria nods.

“What am I talking about, you’ve been up since 5, right?”

Finding a clean sponge, she fills the sink with soapy water and starts to dunk the dishes in.

Dumping rubbish in a garbage bag, she throws it to Clint, and gestures around.

“You do that,” she orders.

“We have some things to talk about.”

Glancing at the time, 10:10, Maria lets Clint order himself, then get showered and changed whilst she finishes the kitchen.

Feeling better that he’s not living in a mess, she waits on his couch, and turns on the television, switching until she’s finds some cartoons; not wanting to see the news that shows such a watered down version of the world.

She waits and pulls out the mission report he’d written, the death of Oleg and the return journey home where Natasha had not talked at all, had her worried.

She re-reads the report, wondering what Clint had omitted.

“There’s a mole in shield.”

His voice is serious.

Tired eyes look at her as he towel dries his hair, taking another sip of his coffee, and sits next to her.

“There’s a mole in shield, and I think we’ve been suspecting it for a while but I’ve never had anything concrete. After the mission,” he gestures to the papers, “when he was dead and we were on his way back, Natasha said that he knew about Budapest, she said that he said that “they’re all the same master”. Natasha hasn’t talked in a couple of days, not since we’ve returned.”

Maria nods.

“You have the mission debrief and the earbuds on record too right?”

Clint nods and looks around. He had to hand them in, all the things that Oleg had said, and Natasha’s responses were all recorded.

“I know, there’s a mole in shield and I think it’s Thompson.”

Maria stands staring at him.

“Clint, that’s the director you’re talking about,” she warns.

“I know, but it’s the only thing that makes sense.”

He passes her the bag of rubbish, and she puts it in the bin.

“Thanks,” he nods, looking at the kitchen.

“Clint, the director can’t be dirty. He’s… the director. If we don’t trust him…”

“Then who can we trust?” Clint finishes, looking at Maria, his face serious.

“Yeah,” she sighs.

Opening the folder, she sighs.

“Talk me through it.”

.

Coulson stares at both of them.

“Thompson.”

“Sir,” Clint starts.

“We have some evidence,” Maria says at the same time.

He puts his hand up.

“Do you trust Fury to be here?”

Clint looks at Maria.

“I think so,” he shrugs.

“Fine.”

It takes a minute for Fury to come in. His eye stares at them, the never unfurling frown seems to deepen as Clint hands him the documents and Maria talks him through the evidence.

“And Natasha, how does she fit in?”

Clint doesn’t know how to answer, feeling guilt that he hadn’t seen her in three days.

“We think he put a hit on her, so that this information couldn’t be found out.”

“Do you think she’s still in danger?”

Clint nods.

“There’s a new recruit, Sharon, she’s been helping, she seems to know about the goings on of the basement. She’s been keeping us updated when she can of people trying to get downstairs when… they shouldn’t.”

“How many?”

“You’ve been putting them on assignment,” Clint says, chagrinned.

Fury’s frown deepens.

“About one a month, but it’s stopped the last month, we aren’t sure why.”

“Thompson.”

The statement seems to be filled with anger.

“What now?” Clint asks.

Coulson looks to Fury.

“World Security Council?”

Fury shakes his head.

“We don’t have enough.”

“Olivia set it up to prove that Natasha was loyal,” he says, thinking out loud.

“Get her.”

Maria leaves straight away.

It takes another twenty minutes before they return.

Olivia looks as she always does, even faced.

“How did you know?” Fury asks.

“That the head of shield was dirty?”

“He’s had an interest in Natasha, and I couldn’t understand why. I think he wanted to know how deep her information ran. He let it go, for a time, used the documentation that I had and your debriefs,” she nods at Clint and Maria.

“I had questions, he couldn’t answer them.”

“So i did my own research.”

Olivia sits, the only one to do so.

“This doesn’t leave this room,” Fury starts, “I’ll take the informations to the WSC but it may just backfire on us. He may still try and go after Natasha, not for information, but to stop her from telling us what she knows, to reduce the fallout.”

Olivia nods.

“I can send a lot of those I think are dirty, don’t post them with her.”

Clint feels it’s lucky to have a former widow on their side. He wants Natasha to have the same opportunities.

He can feel change in the air.

He doesn’t like it.

Maria leaves first, her face one of hard lines.

Coulson next, even though it’s his office.

Then Fury.

Finally Olivia is left with Clint.

“You knew, and this was the opportunity to begin this chain of events,” he states.

“Yes.”

His anger swells.

“So you used her as bait, and used her information as evidence.”

“Yes.”

Clint’s face upturns.

“Do you care about her at all?”

Olivia looks at Clint and raises her eyebrows.

“I think the better question is what are your feelings for her.”

Clint doesn’t have an answer for that.

“Why did you leave the handcuffs with her? And your watch?”

Clint looks down at his hands.

“She told me she couldn’t sleep without the handcuffs.”

He looks at her hands, “do you use handcuffs?”

Olivia suppresses a laugh.

“No, not anymore.”

“And the watch?”

“Time is meaningless if you have no way to count it,” he shrugs.

Olivia takes a breath.

“Natasha is the third widow here. Did you know that?”

Clint shakes his head, trying not to look shocked.

“I was the first. Fury was the one that offered me… freedom of a sense. After sentencing, they realised that I was better helping and not locked up. Psychological warfare was.. Is, what I am good at and they knew it. The missions I designed worked better than their own, so they used me where they could. The second girl. Martha. She was… unstable. They thought that she would be like me. Usable. But she was too…”

Olivia leaves the thought hanging.

“She shot herself.”

Clint shifts.

The heaviness of the conversation making him sit.

“I told Fury, that if another widow came, I would be the one to help her. He agreed.”

Olivia closes her eyes for a moment, then, brown eyes fix on Clint.

“She’s not a puppy to be broken in. She is as broken as they come. I don’t think you understand the extent. So I’ll just warn you this once. Proceed with caution Clint. Widows are dangerous to themselves and others.”

Clint doesn’t know what to do with the information.

“Like you,” he retorts.

“Like me, but unlike me, she has years of deprogramming ahead of her. Why do you think we start with debriefing?”

Clint had just thought it was protocol. His stomach drops. He doesn’t want her to die.

“Do you think she’s at risk? Of…”

“Killing herself?”

Olivia ponders the question.

“No, I don’t think so, but it’s not out of the question.”

“More than likely she’s passively suicidal because she doesn’t know what her mission is, her duty is gone, the reason behind her trauma is replaced with something else and that loss can do things to a person.”

Clint doesn’t know what to say. He wants to help and run away at the same time.

“How do I… help?”

Olivia laughs out loud, it’s not unkind.

“Slowly. Are you prepared for that? By setting her free you set in motion a series of events that probably even you can foresee. I think it was a good choice, Clint. I think you are brave in choosing her, but I also think that there are consequences for our actions for our choices. Are you prepared for that?”

Clint wants to say yes, but the hesitation gives him away. He shrugs.

“I don’t know,” he replies honestly.

“Then I’ll ask you the same question I’ve been asking Natasha. What do you want?”

.

[joanofexys]

JO!!!! DROP THE DAREDEVIL FIC RECS AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!

IM HERE IM HERE IM HERE

lately i’ve just been rereading daredevil x avengers crossover fics but i’ll drop em anyway in case they’re of any interest

Take All The Courage - prettybirdy979

When what should have been a straight forward mission in Hell's Kitchen goes pear shaped due to lack of communication, teaching his teammates sign language seems like a logical step to Clint. Communication when their comms are down - great plan! And including the local vigilante, who's been working closely with them on this, is a real no-brainer.

Until it turns out said vigilante is an asshole that thinks sign language is beneath him, judging by the way he's stubbornly refusing to learn it.

(Conversely - Matt's trying, he really is but damn it, those two signs are exactly the same... what do you mean they mean completely different things?!)

Look the Devil in the Face - prettybirdy979

It's increasingly becoming a world where the unbelievable happens every day. The Avengers team includes a defrosted World War Two solider, a giant green rage monster and a man who might be a God; and they battle aliens and magic on a regular basis. It's not too far fetched to believe the Devil walks Hell's Kitchen.

Matt, on the other hand, hasn't realised exactly why his new battle buddies seem terrified of him. It's not like they've even heard the rumors about him being the Devil... right?

Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost (But Matt's Not Wandering; He's Just Lost) - prettybirdy979

Matt has a super important meeting in Sta-no, Avenger Tower that he's running late for. But finding it in Tony Stark's futuristic nightmare of a non-ADA compliant building might be a problem.

(Aka Matt Murdock vs Tony Stark's building and high tech security. Here's a hint- the security loses)

None So Blind - prettybirdy979

They say when you assume you make an ass of you and me.

Matt wishes that the Avenger's assumptions about his seeming inability to read the written word did something as benign as making an ass of him and them. Being called illiterate shouldn't hurt, not when he knows he's not, and it's not like he can tell them the truth.

Not that the truth would make much difference. He's just going to have to grin and bear it.

If he can.

Double Blind - smilebackwards

Matt comes to, flat on his back, with Iron Man and Hawkeye hovering over him. “Oh fuck,” Stark says, less than comfortingly.

Thorns for Flowers - valkirin

Hawkeye don't mind working with Daredevil, really. He's a good guy to know and clearly cares about Hell's Kitchen.

Clint Barton would like Daredevil better if the guy was a little less ableist about Clint's hearing loss.

seeing eye to eye - karmauh

Stark Tower, or the Avenger's Tower, whatever it's called, doesn't have braille on their elevator numbers. Also Daredevil can't read print reports, but the violation against the Americans With Disabilities Act is what really gets him. Matt's a lawyer first, sue him! Or, well, don't. He's not sure that Nelson, Murdock, & Page can afford to get sued when the light in their office keeps going out. So he's heard.

Or— Matt Murdock’s eyes are MIA, therefore, reading print or anything that isn't raised/sunk/in braille is a delusion that will never actually become realized.

Alternatively — The Avengers see (pun intended) Daredevil’s inability to read, ignore the inability to see colors, and raise illiteracy as the ruling decision—for no particular reason, really. Hilarity ensues.

Seeing Blind - astroash94

Clint is deaf, Matt is blind and its really hard to work together when you can't communicate.

****

A chance meeting leads to a not-so chance meeting leads to... whatever's happening now.

40/40 - jadesfire

It's not all bad, being friends with an Avenger. Thor has some great stories, Asgardian Mead, and is handy for resetting dislocated joints. Also, Thor's friends think Daredevil has the best eyesight in New York, and Matt certainly isn't going to tell them otherwise.

Like a Crateful of Grenades - luulapants

“Wh-why…?” Tony said slowly, then more firmly, “Yeah, ‘why’ is the question here. Why do you want to bring The Punisher into my building?”

Matt stumbled on that question. The real answer, of course, was that Frank knew his identity and could cover for him if anything was going to give him away as blind. In a panic, he blurted the first thing that came to mind: “We’re dating.”

---

The Avengers want Daredevil to get to know the team. He agrees on one condition.

Or: that Avengers Tower Fratt fake dating fic

[shorthaltsjester]

maybe this is just because it feels like a metaphor for how tlovm uses vex in general (and i could write an essay about it and have and will again) but something that i both understand tlovm choosing to do and deeply hate as a choice they made is vex no longer being the one to break thordak’s crystal even though vax was still the one to kill him. especially since the show was very explicit about thordak being responsible for killing the twins’ mother and also set it up as a sort of avenging of percy, it felt tonally weird to literally just have vex hanging out in the background for both the crystal breaking and him being killed. it’s fine (deeply upset voice) i understand that adjustments to pike’s vestige made this make sense for the plot but. glad to have vex continue to be a witness in tlovm moments that in the campaign her agency in were delicious character moments. it’s fine.

[deviouz]

we need more about mean dom!nat pls

i think everyone could use a little more mean dom!nat in their life <3

“come on, sweet girl, tell mommy what you need. use your words, yeah?”

a whine escaped your parted lips, hips seeming to move and gyrate towards natasha’s fingers against your own free will. it felt as if you couldn’t get enough air in your lungs with the way you kept sucking in shaky, uneven breaths through kiss-swollen lips. the skirt of your sundress was pushed up and pooled atop your thighs and the kitchen counters as her fingertips delicately but purposefully traced intricate patterns and shapes along your inner thighs and clothed core. the scarlet lace you wore didn’t do much to hide how badly you needed her, and the half-smile your knowing natasha wore told you all you needed.

“nat,” you keened, head tilting ever so slightly to the left as she kissed along the crook of your neck up to your jaw.

the breathy moans started to become more frequent as her fingers pushed past the lace and danced along your slit, occasionally pushing to press against your clit.

“fuck,” natasha bummed at that particular expletive, “mommy, please, i-i need you—” a desperate whine cut off your sentence as two fingers sunk into your sopping heat.

“that’s it, my pretty girl,” natasha smiled, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, “just let mommy take care of you.”

[slavicshadownr]

Phil: You know what I realized today? I'm not even stressed out about our line of work anymore. The amount of stress I undergo every second of every day is solely because of you two. You two are the only cause of my never-ending stress.

Natasha:

Clint: Does that mean we win??

[crybabycunt]

Natasha: You and Kate make a great team. Yelena: We're so in sync we finish each other's... Kate: (not paying attention) Yelena: Ssss...? Kate: sssSOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME Yelena: Yelena: THE WORLD IS GONNA ROLL ME—

[georgie3116]

Steve makes Lunches for his team

*Steve hands Bucky a Lunch Bag* ~

Steve: Ok, Whole wheat.

*Steve hands Sam a Lunch Bag* ~

Steve: No Crust.

*Steve hands Natasha a Lunch Bag* ~

Steve: $5 in a bag.