Pull up a chair, grab a tasty beverage and settle in for some awesome. <3

I need a drink. Big stiff drink to drown out the past week. PLEASE.

Always jelly beans; never chocolate.

Oh...I like this one. Not sure how this works, but I might be coerced into writing a fic for this one...hm...us non-chocolate types need to stick together.

Lately I'm stuck on this song....

all I have, all I need, he's the air I would kill to breathe
holds my love in his hands, still I'm searching for something
out of breath, and I am hoping someday I'll breathe again

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah this song is my feel-y place for the last forever.. Our musical brain-twining apparently strikes again. Glad you prompted it though, cuz now I don't have to! lol

Seriously to all the darlings in this bar - look up Sara Bareilles's "Breathe Again" ... and then have all the feels ever.

Valentine's Day Massacre.

(Either the historical one (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Valentine's_Day_Massacre) or one of their own making.)

ooooooooooh nice.

"All you had to do was ask."

first kiss

Oh oh ooooh. This. :)

Oh damn it. I may have to do this. Argh, I can't write more fic!! Lol

Haim's song "Don't Save Me" (lyrics (http://www.onlylyrics.com/haim-lyrics-1099481.php))

Angst, thy name is Sho... *grins*

But hey, the best romance comes from angst. Right

Edited 2013-02-01 07:34 pm (UTC)

Debating what's the greatest love song ever performed. (It can be like one of those long running contests, like Nat letting something cheesy romantic play in the gym or shooting range while Clint is practicing. Coulson and Hill keeping score on who's in the lead with extreme romantic cheesiness? What happens when other Avengers get to witness this little competition, and who wins in the end??)

(also did I just prompt myself oh my God.)

*headdesks*

PROMPTING YOURSELF IS WHAT THIS PARTY IS ALL ABOUT, YO. :D

Five times Clint Barton lost his train of thought.

tempting, tempting .... :-)

Five times Natasha Romanoff lost her train of thought.

Clint and/or Natasha buying gifts for the other while on different assignments in different countries.

(OR: My Partner Killed the President of Paraguay with a Fork, and all I got was this lousy fridge magnet)

It started by accident, really.

On Natasha's first solo mission after getting out of 're-training' (translation: reprogramming to undo the brainwashing and several nasty psych-triggers), she was sent to Berlin. It was a simple recon and intelligence gathering - the sort of thing she could have done in her sleep. She and Clint had already pulled off A-rank missions as a team (including one that had still been a C-rank when they left the helicarrier), but Natasha chose to accept Fury's brusque 'As a solo agent, you're still the newbie, so you get the shit missions. Deal with it, Romanoff', rather than believe that SHIELD were still waiting for her to go rogue after three years in the uniform.

After capably finishing the mission in half the assigned time, Natasha had three days free to do absolutely nothing.

So naturally she went shopping.

continued at AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/580015/chapters/1293606)

(warnings for barely-beta'ed and possible excessive alliteration.)

Edited 2013-02-27 01:40 pm (UTC)

Hands.

Hands, yes, definitely... Clint's hands, jeez *drools* ;)

The song "Kiss You All Over" by Exile.

Edited to add the link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJJQpSzDgC0

Edited 2013-02-02 03:25 am (UTC)

We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance. ~Japanese Proverb

Natasha - "No one's ever been gentle with me."

This! I can feel something forming in the back of my head at that ;)

"St. Valentine is the patron saint of bee keepers and plague, too, you know."

Oh God, now I'll go look for symbolism of bee keepers.

She keeps finding candy hearts everywhere.

“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.”

This is very probably not what you had in mind, but while writing my way bigger and way other promptathon fic, I was scrolling through, saw this, and had to just write it out. Uhm, yeah ... Write it in like 20 minutes while taking a break from other writing and ... ah, well, there ya go :D

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It takes Clint a while, but he can finally pray open the door, the smartly nudged-in chair giving way and he nearly falls into the room, landing on his knees and he can’t keep from hissing in pain. It’s moments like these that he realizes he really isn’t as young as he used to be. When he lifts his head, his eyes meet the red-rimmed ones of his daughter, make-up smeared everywhere and her old stuffed hawk in her arms.
If he wasn’t worried before, the fact that she isn’t screaming bloody murder about him respecting her privacy is what really makes him pause. For a moment, he just looks at her, the big, silent tears that are slowly slipping down her red cheeks and something breaks in him. It’s a type of pain he cannot remember feeling before and it nearly takes his breath away. Natasha and him were always scared it would be monsters and magic that would break their little girl, he at least never really considered this happening. Clint swallows thickly, his fist clenching as he gets back to his feet.
“Who was it?” he asks quietly, and as funny as most people make this type of situation, there is nothing fun in him. His daughter is loud and energetic and excited. She is full of feeling and love and happiness and when she cries, it is usually just as dramatic. But not this. Not quietness and a blank face and a heart that seems so ripped to pieces … Clint honest to god wants nothing more than to have his fist connect with whoever is responsible and maybe he has lived through too much violence in his life but to him, at this moment, it’s the only option.
But his daughter only shakes her head and suddenly she looks old beyond her years, just like her mother did back then and Clint fiercely wishes Natasha were here. She would know how to handle this so much better than he does. He knows his daughter needs support now, but all he wants is to go and smash something. But Natasha is in Europe and won’t be back for another week, it’s up to him.
His daughter is still looking at him, not saying a word, but not throwing him out either and so he walks over to her bed, sits down and opens his arms. “Come here, monkey.” And in a breath she has her arms around his neck and is sobbing, loud and deep and suddenly Clint can breathe again. He knows she still hurts, knows she will hurt for a while. But he can help, can still be her dad and help her through and he doesn’t feel so lost anymore.
It was her first Valentine’s Day out on a date, and she has come home crying and while Clint has his arms around one of the few things he loves more than life itself he realizes it won’t be the last Valentine’s Day she’ll be crying and though it breaks his heart just a little bit more, it also makes him smile. Because not all the pain is bad, boy does he know. And so he tells her. Tells her about the few times he made her mother cry because he was stupid and the significantly larger amount of times Natasha made him cry … mainly also because he was being an idiot. And at the end of it, he is rewarded with a very small, sniffled smile and so he tugs her close again and kisses her fiery red hair and says : “The truth is, love, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.”

Clint hates Valentines day. Bad things happened on that day in his childhood home. Natasha gives the day new meaning.

AAAAHHHHH. I am always sucker for this type of prompt. :D

I can't believe I'm going to do this, but it kept popping up when my ipod was on random. And damned my brain, but it seems to work here for some reason:

'N Sync - "Selfish"

You can call me selfish
But all I want is your love
You can call me hopeless
Cause I'm hopelessly in love
You can call me unperfect
But who's perfect?
Tell me what do I gotta do
To prove that I'm the only one for you
What's wrong with being selfish?

*is totally utterly unashamed*

God, now I have this image of Natasha winning a bet that involves Clint singing five different boy band songs of her choice. Bwhahahahaha.

"We took a left turn somewhere past crazy, but it seems a nice piece of road so far..."

"You're going to let her roam among you?" The Soothsayer's eyes grew wide over the edge of her veil. "That way lies madness!"

"Yeah, well, we took a left turn somewhere past crazy, but it seems a nice piece of road so far..." Clint said, running his fingers over the dust-covered back of the supplicant's seat. Then he looked up, his clear gaze pinning her to her shabby velvet chair. "You don't get to play God and decide who walks free and who gets shut up in a bottle for a lifetime; not anymore. If I hear anything about more genies being sold, I'll be back." His hand had drifted down to the satin-covered table and now splayed, bearing his weight as he leaned forward. "And I get the feeling you won't like it."

Incense wafted through the thick air of her tent as they stared at each other, the Soothsayer's long fingers white on the edge of her table. The gas lamps burned bright enough to show the fear in her dark eyes, all traces of smugness and confidence wiped from her face. Against the supernatural, the minor demons and dominions she was master of, she was invincible... But against the very real, very physical threat he promised, she wouldn't stand a chance. And they both knew it. Clint took his other hand off of his pistol and reached into his coat, drawing out a vial that glimmered and gleamed in the lamp-light.

"And this?" He told her, watching as it drew her mesmerized, unwilling gaze. "This is over."

The crystal broke between his fingers with the faintest tinkling, slivers and fragments falling like stars to land on the dark tablecloth and lie there, winking in the orange-hued shadows. Clint felt the edges of the released magic brush by him, a cool touch in the suffocating heat of the tent, and knew that somewhere out in the carnival Natasha had stopped, startled and shaken and suddenly free.

Now whether she chose to stay with him would be her choice, and no one else's.

He set the metal cap down in the pile of shards as the Soothsayer followed his movements, dazed.

"A parting gift," he said, and turned, listening to the silence that filled the worn and patchwork tent behind him as he left. But there was no reprisal, no shouted curse or cast demon; he had broken her magic as surely as if he had ripped it from her, and now there was nothing left. After all, they both knew the rage of a genie that had been robbed of a loved one, and he prayed as he ducked out of the tent that he was, beyond pretense or unconscious command on his part, beloved of this one.

That she was waiting outside for him, flames curled in her hair and banked in her eyes, was answer enough.

Her hands, reaching out and touching him like she could not believe, could not have hoped for this, and her smile like a sunrise, were prayers in and of themselves.

Edited 2013-03-01 05:16 am (UTC)

Avengers/Elementary crossover.

*shakes tiny fist of rage at you* I already have enough stories in the works!!

Tony declares Valentines day Team-Bonding-Day and everyone goes paint-balling. Pepper is annoyed, Thor is confused and Clint and Natasha are, well, kinda horny. (idek ...)

I can see Tony challenging Clint and Natasha to paintball, then teaming up with Bruce, and then being outraged when they lose. Clint and Nat would be an unstoppable team...