be_compromised | Promptathon 2014

The Good Ship C/N Promptathon
of Magic and Joy: Round 3

Break out the confetti canons!!

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The Rules. Just follow these three easy steps!

1. Leave a Prompt.
Prompts can be anything--simple or elaborate, words or pictures, songs or poems, lyrics or phrases. Anything that, to you, inspires a C/N fanwork. Use your imagination. Go WILD. All we ask is that you place anything NSFW under a cut or link, use trigger warnings when appropriate, and place anything spoiler-y under a cut with a warning. As this is a Clint/Natasha promptathon, your prompts and fanworks can include other characters, but the central focus must be on Clint and/or Natasha. If you’re posting large images, please be mindful of members with slower Internet connections and place the image under a cut or link.

And leave as many prompts as you want. I’m serious. Keep coming back, y’all. We want all the prompts we can possibly get Also, be sure to leave each prompt as a separate comment.

2. Wait a week.
Keep leaving prompts and plan your fanworks! This is a time for celebration and creating all of the things. Work hard, shippers.

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Timeline

Prompting starts today, August 2^nd and will remain open until August 9^th. Submissions will start on August 16^th, and will remain open until August 31^st. It is, in fact, A WHOLE MONTH OF PROMPTATHON.

If you can’t complete your fanwork by August 31^st, that’s okay. You’re still welcome to post your fanwork to the community! However, the promptathon masterlist will only include fanworks from August 16-31.

What we hope to accomplish with all this promptathon-iness:

A chance to get in the game. Been wanting to jump into the C/N fanwork scene but not sure where to start? Now’s the time. There’s no length requirement on the works submitted, you can focus on drabbles and vidlets and short and sweet projects (or do longer more epic stuff if that strikes your fancy as well). It’s really entirely up to you. We’re just hoping to provide a fun, no-pressure environment. If all you want to do is post prompts and share in the squee, that’s fine too!

Meet new and awesome people. Newbie or lurker? Here is the perfect opportunity to say hello!

Ship like you’ve never shipped before.

If you have any questions, feel free to contact the mod team.

Have fun, everyone. Now fly, my pretties, fly!

SUBMISSIONS ARE NOW CLOSED.

Thanks to everyone who participated!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

“I am sorry for your loss, Mr Barton.”

Clint snorts. “Do you even know who I’ve lost?”

Isaiah levels him with a flat look. “I think I am the only person in the world that knows, and holds the documents that prove, that you and Natasha have in fact been legally married for six years.”

Clint stares at him. He had known that Natasha trusted Isaiah, but he hadn’t realised how much. He’d thought those documents where squirrelled away in one of Natasha’s super-secret safe houses.

“Thank you,” Clint says eventually, so quietly almost nothing comes out. He feels like crying again.

Isaiah passes one single envelope over his desk towards Clint. Everything Natasha ever thought important for him to know in the event of her death, in one tiny envelope.

Clint doesn’t pick it up, and it simply sits on the desk between them.

“I – ” Clint starts.

Isaiah waits, and when Clint doesn’t say anything else, he nudges the envelope with the very tips of his fingers.

“I can’t tell you what this contains. She never told me.”

Clint rubs his hands over his face. “But you’re her lawyer.”

“And Natasha is – was – a spy.”

Was. Fuck.

Clint picks up the envelope and stands to leave. He feels like he could come crashing down any second, like his strings have been cut and he doesn’t have the strength to stand on his own anymore. He feels a hundred and like he’s lived to long. He feels five and scared out of his mind. He feels nothing at all.

“Do you want me to tell you what’s in here?” he asks eventually, because Natasha trusted Isaiah, and Clint trusted – trusts, still trusts – Natasha.

“Only if you want me to know,” he replies.

And Clint can see it, why Natasha would trust this man. Clint looks at the envelope in his hands, then back to Isaiah.

“When – ” he starts, before running a hand through his hair. “Will do you mine?”

“Of course, Mr Barton.”

Once deciphered, the contents of Natasha’s will are as follows;

The contents of her apartment in Avengers Tower, including all weapons, furniture and assorted paraphernalia.

Her shitty car, that she was stupidly attached too, currently residing in the underground parking lot in Avengers Tower.

The contents of her house in New York, including all weapons, furniture and assorted paraphernalia.

The contents of her four remaining safe houses (in Lima, Bloemfontein, Odessa and Seoul) including all weapons, furniture and assorted paraphernalia.

The entire contents of no less that eleven bank accounts around the world, containing the money made from freelancing after the Red Room and before SHIELD and amounting to close to US$176m.

Her cache, in an extremely exclusive Swiss bank, of untraceable foreign currency (amounting to US$400,000) fake passports and other forged documents kept in case of emergency.

Two GPS co-ordinates, one for a train station in Fort Wayne, Indiana, accompanied by the number 39 and one for a train station in Manchester, UK, accompanied by the number 204.

An encryption key; the lone item in her lock box in Coutts, London.

The words; Thank you, Clint Barton, for saving me.

But it doesn’t say what to do; either with all this stuff or with a world without her in it, so Clint goes to a bar in Brooklyn and drinks till he can’t see, hating himself, hating the bar and the alcohol and Tony, who turns up to drag him out. He hates the piped music and the empty chair next to him, the empty glasses and the empty space in his bed, the smell of her on his pillows and her shampoo in his bathroom. And most of all, he hates her for leaving; hates her for leaving and himself for not being brave enough to follow.

Hates that it wouldn’t be bravery, that it would be cowardice.

Hates, for the first time in his life, that he is not a coward.

;_;

*hugs*

My heart! You always manage to shred it to pieces, whether you want to or not, and yet I always come back for more. This was lovely, sad, but lovely.

Thank you! And I'm sorry. :P

oh noooo this is awful and wonderful u g h I'm working on a thing for this prompt too, but I'm doing it the other way around with Nat reading Clint's will but wow your fic is so heartbreaking and wonderful that mine will pale in comparison.

I highly doubt it. :) And thanks.

This is really well done! The will is perfect, and I like how you show that Clint is not in a good place right now, and can't even think of healing, but at least has the Avengers. Thank you for filling my prompt. :)

You're very welcome. I seem to have a weakness for the depressing. :P

:sniffs:

The ending was just... wow. No words. What's there is perfect.

Thank you. :)

Just got brave enough to read this and I'm glad I did. Beautifully, wonderfully done.

Now though I need to go read something fun. ;)

Aww, thank you. :)

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