Author: Avenging Archer
Pairing/Characters: Clint/Natasha, the usual SHIELD and Marvel characters
Word Count: Novel length ongoing WIP. Estimate when complete 80K words
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some violence as per fitting a spy story, profanity suited to an ex military Army Ranger, some sexual situations and innuendo. No gratuitous gore or porn, but this isn’t a children’s tale either.
Many thanks to Alpha Flyer for betaing the early chapters!

Summary: She'd had no idea that such a coincidental meeting would change her life so dramatically. He'd spared her life, giving her a second chance to find purpose and a way to balance her ledger. Their friendship? She didn't over analyze it. It didn't need defining. It was hers. Hers and his. That was all that mattered…until he was compromised and she came face to face with Loki and found herself unwittingly compromised as well. Black Widow/Hawkeye. Movieverse with a touch of comic canon per author's prerogative.


Previous chapters can be found linked HERE

Five

“Are those shots I’m hearing?” Coulson’s voice came over his comm.

“No, they’re firecrackers!” Clint barked as he rolled off of Natasha.

She glanced at him as if he were crazy, then registered to whom he was speaking and proceeded to snort with amusement. Clint shook his head and took a quick assessment of the situation.

He didn’t like what he concluded. She had rolled into a crouch behind a nearby pile of rock, her face an expressionless mask of calm despite the fact that they were trapped against a wall with an indeterminate number of enemies firing from the abandoned building and all they had for cover was some scattered rubble and rocks from upper sections of the wall that had fallen over the course of time.

Idiot.( Read more )

Title: Through this thunderous life
Pairings: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov
Rating: G
Word Count: approx. 10,600
Summary: Clint accidentally, drunkenly orders a mail order bride. Natasha arrives at his doorstep a week later. He has no idea what he just got himself into.
Warnings: n/a
A/N: um. originally supposed to be written for this prompt at the Valentine's promptathon, but uh real life got in the way so I'm just posting this separately now

( Clint wakes one morning to the sound of someone banging incessantly on his door and hopes, for one foolish moment, that maybe if he goes back to sleep, the real world and whoever is trying to bust his door down will cease to exist. )