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Today's submission comes from hermyfan. She said: "This was written for a promptathon prompt that I found way too late and promptly lost the link to. Basically instead of becoming a paid assassin after leaving the Red Room, Natasha became an art thief. And plot happened! Except now I’m stuck-ish. Anyhoo…"

( In Madrid, he thinks he’s going mad. )

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Title: Heavy in Your Arms (5/?)
Author/Artist: Koren M. (cybermathwitch)
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were, there'd already be a Black Widow/Hawkeye movie.
Pairing: Clint/Natasha, Coulson/The Cellist
Rating: Adult 17+
Warnings: language, violence, eventually sexual content, dub-con if you feel that mystical/destiny sorts of compulsions qualify as dubious consent (Natasha might agree with you)
Spoilers: None
Type: WIP
Word Count: 1,800
Summary: He was grudgingly beginning to accept there might be something beyond them at work, something he had no grasp of and had never wanted to try to understand.

Author's Notes: See Chapter 1 for more notes.

HUGS and many thanks (and cookies) for: anuna_81, sweetwatersong, sugar_fey,lar_laughs, SidheRa, and kadollan.

Chapter 1: whispering like it's a secret
Chapter 2: this is as good a place to fall as any
Interlude 1: Bleed Out
Chapter 3: "what's your name?" she found herself asking..."
Chapter 4: and is it worth the wait... all this killing time?

Chapter 5: He crowded her into the doorway, effectively hiding them from view