This is the thread for all of it, folks! *gets out the deck chairs and cocktails*

YAY!! SQUEE!! Now I have even more things to help me procrastinate from my Marvel_bang write!!!

Natasha thought she knew Clint -- really knew him. Then he introduced her to his brother.

Yesssss....Barneyyyyyy.....

Deaf Clint.

Childhood, au, at SHIELD, keeping it a secret, Natasha knowing/figuring it out, Clint reflecting on it and the impact it has on his relationship with Natasha. Does not matter how just do it!! Because deaf Clint is my headcannon above all headcannons.

Edited 2014-08-02 04:24 pm (UTC)

Yes!!! Gimme all the deaf!Clint :D

Sometimes Natasha thinks Clint Barton is the very antithesis of the Red Room.

The Red Room is the sound of a gun's retort, the chill of a winter morning in Volgograd, and the scent of ash, explosive compounds, and blood. The Red Room is the moans and whimpers of pain when another Black Widow candidate falls. The Red Room is ruthlessness and brutality, the lack of mercy in another's eyes.

The Red Room is knives and survival. The Red Room is ballet and violence, the grace of a woman's ideal body, and the pain of a warrior's ideal grace. The Red Room is masks and lies layered over layers of untruths, is the cold of the cryogenic cells, the sting of needles, the memories vanishing into smoke as unreality hardens into memory.

The Red Room is no room to make mistakes, no room for failure, only kill or be killed, succeed or lose the right to life.

This is the fire that birthed Natalia. This is the way she sees the world when Hawkeye holds out his hand and promises gently, I can show you there's another way.

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"Wasn't it you who was breaking the light- and the rainbows arise." -Sarah Brightman, The Second Element II

I can never get enough of domestic!Clint/Natasha. Even if they're not entirely successful...

This makes me think of the episode of Person of Interest where Reese and Zoe play domestic couple.

Kate Bishop has had enough Clint's sulking. Even if he won't tell her what's wrong it doesn't take a genius to figure it out. So she takes it in her own hands to fix what is wrong.

This image I saw on Tumblr (http://freaoscanlin.tumblr.com/post/93222244972/takatsudon-it-will-be-okay-as-long-as-youre)

That is adorbs.

Clint and Natasha go undercover in fashion/modelling business. Who gets to be the model and who gets to be the photographer (or some other profession?) Totally your choice.

You know, this totally reminds me of that Leverage ep where Eliot and Parker go undercover at the fashion show :D I'd read the hell out of this!

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

"That's a damn lie."

A fusion/crossover with Terry Pratchett's Discworld.

YES. I think I've seen a few around, but there should be more!

If you have to look along the shaft of an arrow from the wrong end, if a man has you at his mercy, then hope like hell that man is an evil man. Because the evil like power, power over people, and they want to see you in fear. They want you to know you are going to die. So they'll talk. They'll gloat.
They'll watch you squirm. They'll put off the murder like another man will put off a good cigar.
So hope like hell your captor is an evil man. A good man will kill you with hardly a word.

Terry Prtachett, Men at arms

HOLY SHIT. That's fantastic.

Post Captain America 2 fic: in which Steve joins Natasha in finding Clint. Or Steve and Sam, or maybe Clint and Natasha helping Steve find Bucky. Or anything really, dealing with the fallout of the movie.

Stranded in the middle of nowhere in Australia, Clint and Nat face terrifying things like emus. (Aka, I didn't sign up for this). Especially if it's an early partnership fic.

Oooooh, emus nearly ate my mum's car keys once. They're terrifying beasties. :P

Being shoved into the path of Stark's dimensional displacement ray and coming out in Tombstone had been bad enough; a man who never missed could get by in a place like this until the team figured something out. What Clint did not expect to see when he stepped into the Red Saloon though, was Natasha Romanoff, dealing the cards.

I NEED THIS FIC IN MY LIFE!!!

Bodyguard AU, where Clint is some kind of celebrity (your choice), and he has a stalker so Natasha poses as is girlfriend or something to cover her true purpose of being his bodyguard. I can hear Whitney singing in the background and sparks fly.

Aaahhhhh, i love how you reversed the roles. LOVE. *puts it on a list*

Clint learned to do make-up back in the circus.

Eyes, lashes, brows. Frame the face! ;-)

I'm sorry... How she hated those words in his mouth. (http://nami64.tumblr.com/post/25028634089/im-sorry-how-she-hated-those-words-in-his) Everything was her fault: her sources double-crossed them and the simple meeting in a car park ended up in gunfight and -his- blood all over the ground, the mark disappearing with the briefcase.

But it was Clint. He has always felt responsible for her since the day he brought back an ex-KGB spy to the SHIELD and Fury said: “Fine, but she is under your responsibility Agent Barton.” Things have changed since then, except him.
She silently swore to rip the heart (and probably some other useless organs) out of this mark.

Natasha falls in love with Clint first (a regular feature in the prompathon, but I just love this idea)

+1

I will always love this idea.

Striptease AU. You know something like Full Monty. :P

Wild West AU.

mustang heart
rating: pg
characters: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff
warnings: canon-typical injuries

summary: Deals, horses, hearts and arms: some things aren't meant to be broken.

author's note: For anuna_81's prompt of 'Wild West AU' and hufflepuffsneak's 'AU! Natasha rides horses. Clint steals horses (among other things).' Liberties taken with the California Gold Rush and most everything else.


There is dust in his mouth, dust in his eyes, and over the sound of hooves and his brother's cursing, Clint tries to push himself to his feet on the pounded ground.

Click-click.

Clint eases back into the dirt, shifting his weight onto his shoulders, and knows before his vision clears that there's a shotgun pointed at his head.

She is confident and poised, staring down the barrel at him with only the highlights in her hair catching a far-away lantern, and the scent of oil from Barney's broken lamp overrides the smell of horse shit and copper as he looks up at her.

"The card-cheat from Stark's. Why am I not surprised?" Her accent doesn't butcher the words, their cool disdain, but her face is shadowed enough to hide any expression. He watches her, waiting for a shot; when it does not come he raises his right hand, fingers spreading in a universal sign.

"I'm not armed."

She snorts faintly.

"One-armed, perhaps. Broken?" The muzzle of her gun remains fixed on his sternum, on the torn shirt and varied sweat stains soaking through the thin fabric.

"Think so," Clint replies, hearing his voice begin to show the sharp edges of pain.

"Arina has good aim," she tells him with what might be satisfaction. "Mine is better. Why should I let you live, thief?" (http://sweetwatersong.livejournal.com/29011.html)

This is vague as all get-out, but:

Sight tight with your lonely rose; beauty is the death of pain.

(It's a line from a Biffy Clyro song.)

Edited 2014-08-02 08:47 pm (UTC)

oh man, this one is fascinating! *thinky*

"be my mirror, my sword and shield"

Ooooooo...

Wedding Planner AU
Natasha is the best wedding planner around, but her faithful crew of helpers are starting to wonder why she insists on hiring photographer Clint. Granted, he's good, but he's a bit of a jerk with his scathing sarcasm and the two of them are always bantering... So what's going on?

Picking up their daughter from school shouldn't have turned into a hostage situation. All of the sudden Clint and Natasha are surrounded with a large number of children in danger.

Awww, that prompt actually screams for you to write it yourself :D It's great!