WOOOT FIRST. Also, welcome. Also, I adore h/c, especially the emotional side of it.

I adore that side of it that much too :D

As we talked once, or many times (who counts?) the hurt, the pain, injuries and need for help can either tear the walls down or bring them higher up (between two people). I prefer the former, where mutual trust and need for comfort erase all the lines and for a moment two people become one and share something very intense as pain and struggle and recovery. :)

I'm gonna start off prompting, I guess :)

Maybe you're like me and have noticed that there is a definitive lack of hurt!Natasha fics out there. We should rectify that, don't you think? For as much as I love Clint as the damsel in distress, I would love to see him caring for Nat for a change.

Oh man, my first instinct is always to whomp Natasha first out of any of the Avengers. I always end up feeling guilty about that so I never write any of it. ^^;

Is there a reason for this? Or just bc of the emotional response. This is like your story where I felt sorry for Clint then Nat came in and stole the show. Poor baby.

(all that is to say please write some. And then she can be comforted!)

I love when Clint is able to care for Natasha, since I have a feeling she so often doesn't let herself be cared for.

I'm so bad at hurting my beloved characters. Obviously this is something I need to work on as a writer. *tackle hugs* Great topic.

Hehehehe, and I know you frequently ask me if I always have to hurt them ;) But it allows you to have your characters' walls come down and have them connect rather easily. And I just love the caretaking, the comfort part of it. *tackle hugs you back*
And you know, there's never a better day to work on that than today ;) A small little h/c ficlet... come on, I know you want to!

Edited 2013-11-08 06:07 pm (UTC)

Prompt time! Clint sat on a cactus. Natasha knows laughing at him is not an option, besides poor boy.

I got your offline chat about this. Since my brain is currently rebelling and attacking me, have this summary of the fic I would write instead:

More prompts - and I wrote something like this for another fandom two days ago - Clint and Natasha locked in a freezing cold space. (I blame Castle and Beckett for loving this trope).

And they did so well with it, too. =) My brain finds it highly possible that Clint and Tasha could end up locked in a refrigerated container during the course of a mission....

blanket scenarios are some of my favorites to write

I just need to stop being chicken and actually WRITE again, lol

This is a bit OT, but reading the descripton above, I don't really understand what "smarm" is...comfort with no trigger? Then...what are they comforting?

I know Clint losing his hearing has been done in a lot of stories but I keep picturing him losing his hearing and Nat being the one who needs comforting. I guess that would be emotional pain.

Yeah, I think that might be what the author meant. When the focus is clearly on the comfort, not on the hurt and when there is little hurt to trigger the comfort. Exactly, what are they comforting then?

Ohhh, that's an interesting thought. I can totally imagine her being shocked by that event. I can see Clint reassuring her that he's going to be okay, that he'll be fine.

And I would love to see that written!

Why do you do this on the ONE Friday I don't have all evening to spend mooching internet?

*plunges into the fray*

Well, I'm off to bed as it's past midnight in my timezone, and I'm totally knackered. I stayed up way longer than I thought I would because of you guys :D

Plunge away! Write all the fic, prompt all the things :D

Battle Scars

Thats it

Oohhhhh *off to have nice dreams* :D

Prompt -- (this may be far-fetched, but I was really trying for something that would be emotionally devastating for Natasha) -- old Red Room documents surface and Natasha finds out she had an older sister who was taken into the program too. The sister didn't make it out of the program. Natasha remembers her as a sweet girl and they were friends -- as friendly as the girls were allowed to be anyway.

Prompt: Coulson is really tired of them coming back from missions with injuries and promptly ducking out of Medical. Fuck it, he's just making his house into a infirmary.

Or, that time Coulson came home to find his two spies licking their wounds and comforting each other.

Or comforting their wounds, and licking each other, right? ;)

rating: PG-13 to be safe
warnings: mentions of physical injuries, allusions to past injuries and mental trauma

Hawkeye came back to his room to find a little paper airplane stuck on his door. He sighed. It had started as his signal to Natasha that he wasn't sticking around for paperwork then gradually became their default signal they'd left head quarters, usually for who's ever apartment or safe house was closest.

"Damn it, Nat," Clint sighed, dropped his gear, managed time for a very quick shower, the water being only cold again helped with that, then took off to figure out where the wayward Widow had wandered off to.

Natasha heard the specific knock on the front door and hid under the covers more.

Clint opened the door, turned off the alarm before it could go off, then headed towards Natasha's bedroom.

Then turned around because of course she'd be stealing his bed if she wasn't feeling well.

"Nat," Clint leaned on the door frame, "you make a very sexy lump in the middle of the bed."

Nat stuck her hand out from under the blankets, giving Clint a middle finger salute.

"Mature," Clint walked over to the end of the bed and yanked the covers off.

"Jesus, Nat!" Clint hurried to get a first aid kit when he saw Natasha was still in her cat suit and looked like she'd been dropped out of a plane into some trees.

"It's not that bad," Natasha tried to get the covers back.

"If by that you're not bleeding out then yes, it's not that bad," Clint knelt on the bed and despite being threatened with all manner of bodily harm, he managed to get Natasha undressed, not like it was hard, her suit was ripped down the one side, bandaged and a few tiny sets of stitches before into his clothes.

Nat struggled to stay awake the whole time.

"You haven't asked what happened," Nat whispered as she was settled on the pillows.

"You'll tell me when you're ready," Clint tossed the kit gloves from his hands and went to wash up.

"What if I don't want to?" Natasha stole the best pillow to hug.

"Wouldn't be the first time," Clint walked back out and sat on the bed.

He ran his hand over Nat's hair, it was a little curly again and shorter.

After a good twenty minutes of Clint doing nothing but that, Natasha slowly crawled to curl up in his lap.

Clint pulled a blanket over her and resumed petting her hair.

After another bit of silence, "I got hit with some sort of beam, knocked my sight out for awhile then I got wrapped up in something with barbs."

Clint didn't pause in his stroking of Natasha's hair, he also didn't speak.

"I had a memory... from before, from when I was younger," Natasha hooked her fingers in one of the belt loops on Clint's jeans, as if to make sure he stayed put, even if he wasn't going anywhere.

"I panicked, I thought I was there, being punished," Nat whispered, "I didn't stay to be treated because-"

"Because they'd hook you up to things and make the memory worse," Clint was able to guess.

Natasha gave a little nod.

Clint didn't tell her not to think on it, they buried enough, so instead he made sure to turn on the light and just let Nat stay in his lap until the sun came up again.

kiiiids ):. I love Clint acknowledging that you don't have to bury bad emotions/thoughts, because in my experience that just makes things worse in the long run.

(the frowny face is for the feels, not for the fic. :) <-- for your fic)

So you know, if this is a reply to one of the prompts, you accidently posted it in the wrong place, so the prompter won't know where it is to find it :).