FIC: In our bedroom after the war (http://be-compromised.livejournal.com/412023.html?thread=8167543#t8167543)
Prompt: (Post Winter Soldier)
A battered and bruised Natasha walks into her apartment, the one in New York that they share. She grabs a throw pillow off the end of the couch and startles a napping Clint awake when she starts beating him about the head and shoulders with it.

"Come with me, you said! Work for the good guys, you said! Clear some red from your ledger, you said!"

Meanwhile, Clint is all like "Hunh? Wha-? What happened?"