Shall I start us off then? OK! I wrote this before AoU came out, and didn't really post it around because I was... well, worried I'd have 12 million people yelling at me to be honest. Pre-AoU was sort of terrifying. :/ ANYWAY.

To Build a Home
[ 1400 words | gen | G | no warnings ]
Wherein Clint builds families out of strays.
Blend of canon and fanon. If anyone wants to beta it for me, I would be very grateful. :)

I still adore this piece, the whole vibe of it and all the little details.

Or longer than 3 sentences if you like *grins* but I feel the need, the need for lovely little prompt fills of goodness.

The first time Auntie Nat is called 'Auntie'

Unfortunately he's still Barton ~ Tony

Pretending to need this guy really brings the team together ~ Nat

She smirks when she says it because Clint, well, Clint always has been good at pulling people together into families (whether they want to be or not)

Clint brought her in by offering her a family

She was always going to have to find family

Fat baby

Why the scientists are not allowed to cook

treehouse

Clint fixes things around the Tower (because that's what he always does when he's at home)

Don't tempt me

I really, really want to see mentor Clint with Wanda and surprise mentoring/friendship with Wanda and Laura

You are all evil enablers.

I'm in awe of people who've already been able to get Age of Ultron fics written. In the UK we got it earlier than most places and I'm no where near finished with any lol. Here's a bunch i've discovered so far, though AO3:

fragile flesh and crumbling bone by andibeth82 aka findthesea (General Audience)
Summary: Natasha makes fun of him for it sometimes, but Clint knows it’s only because she means it. “You always pick up strays. It’s what you do.”

Vigil by alphaflyer (Teen & Up)
Summary: Pietro and Wanda, waiting.
It's not Clint and Natasha, but I dare you not to appreciate this brother-and-sister-ness.

Holding Out For A Hero by alphaflyer (Teen & Up)
Summary: Cooper Barton pens an essay about his father; Laura does damage control. Clint helps (sort of).

Aunt Natasha versus the World by SneakyHufflepuff aka hufflepuffsneak (General Audience)
Summary: by Lila Barton (ages 5-15)
Because it's cute. Love the text message bit the best!

Risk Management by thecompanystore (General Audience)
Summary: Laura's first impression of Natalia Romanova is that she looks just like the 'cute kid' her husband's been going on about for nearly two years now, ever since he came home from that one assignment with a dozen minor stab wounds, a not-so-minor gunshot wound, an official reprimand, and one defecting Russian spy in tow.

Hands by which we take hold by argyleam (Teen & Up)
Summary: Lila Barton is the same age that Natasha was when the Red Room took her.

one day you'll find you already know by cirque (General Audience)
Summary: He takes her home, which is a first.
Lady friendship for the win

Georgic by argyleam (Explicit) Laura/Natasha, Clint/Laura
Summary: Natasha on the Barton farm, with Laura.
Didn't see f/f appearing from the Barton family farm situation? This makes you think twice.

one of these crazy old nights by topaz119/topaz (Explicit) Laura/Clint
Summary: “Oh, nice,” Laura said. “A smartass.” His hand was warm and strong and calloused, but it was gentle where it was wrapped around her own hand.
A steamy how they might have met.

1. I LOVE topaz119's story.

2. Thanks for those recs! <3

3. and thanks for the two or three in there I haven't read yet!! \0/

Wow, thanks for all the recs! *g*
/I'm in awe of people who've already been able to get Age of Ultron fics written. In the UK we got it earlier than most places and I'm no where near finished with any lol./ - LOL, I feel your pain, I went on the 22nd of April and I still haven't finished my Wanda fic. In my defense, I've been a bit busy, in addiction to the fact that I went on some epic meta binge-reading: I had to dissect the movie to its every moving part first to understand how everything ticked. Now I feel like I can start making my own modifications. :D

Edited 2015-05-14 06:21 am (UTC)

I'm so glad you liked that one of mine and thanks for the pointers to the others!

I was trying to write this as a comment fic, but it got too long, per usual. So here, on AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/3934846), is Zen and the Art of Floor Repair. 1781 words, rated G, Laura & Natasha, spoilers for Age of Ultron, no warnings. When Laura Barton summons, the only proper answer is “Yes, ma’am.”

LOVED this! :D

So excited for all this family fun!

I'm very a little embarrassed to self rec, but I'm desperate to be in the mix of all this fresh and fun creativity. So, here's a missing scene from AoU at the farm. Bedtime stories -- Strike Team Delta style -- keeping it All in the Family (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11233531/1/All-In-The-Family). (No warnings, just fluff)

Multi-lingual bedtime stories!

Nick and the couch!

Laura and Tony feels!

Soooooo many awesome things, thank you for sharing! :D

Note: So... it was supposed to be a fluffy little school/kids piece. Hahaha, nope. Veers into mild Loki-aftermath territory, deals with one of our favorite quotes, and can be read as gen, OT3, some combination thereof, or whatever you want to make of it.

"No, I'm on the list."

The teacher, or teacher's assistant, it wasn't entirely clear, looked a little haggard around the edges, but Natasha had to give her at least some credit for her tenacity.

It didn't outweigh the negative points she was getting for stupidity, but Natasha believed in awarding credit where credit was due.

"Ma'am, I'm sure you mean well, and that you're a perfectly nice person, but I've met both Mr. and Mrs. Barton and you are-"

"AUNTIE NAT!" a small but solid blur came darting around the corner and crashed headlong into Natasha's legs, tiny arms wrapping around her thighs and a backpack banging into her hand.

"Hey, monkey," Natasha scooped Lila up into her arms and settled her on her hip with the ease of long practice, and Lila immediately snuggled her head into the space between her shoulder and neck. "I missed you."

"Missed you," she agreed and popped her thumb into her mouth, then stared at the teacher who was still watching them.

"As I was saying," Natasha continued, "I'm on the list. You should have a Natalie Reynolds on file, please check again."

"Reynolds, Reynolds, I... oh." The woman's face fell. "Yes, well. I must've missed it the first go 'round."

"Must have," Natasha allowed, easily. She could withstand a little incompetence so long as it erred on the side of caution rather than negligence.

Cooper trudged up just then, dragging his feet a little and tugging down on his backpack straps until he was leaning forward. Probably disappointed she was here instead of Clint, Natasha thought. She refrained from reaching out and ruffling his hair like she used to because Laura'd warned her he was hitting that age where he wanted to seem grown up and equated that with avoiding displays of affection.

"Ready to go?" she asked, and he nodded. She made a mental note to have Clint check in with him when he got back. She had no personal experience with it, but she could easily imagine it would be rough on him to have his father gone so much. "Is there anything else?"

"Ah, just please sign here? And then they can go."

"Thank you." It was easy enough to sign left-handed since she was still holding Lila with her right.

As she ushered the children into the dull brown SUV she'd requisitioned for the trip she wondered how long she should stall around town - ice cream, maybe a grocery run - to give Clint enough time to settle in before bringing them home. He'd gotten that look on his face when she'd mentioned the kids, the one that she'd seen too often in the last three days since New York, that spoke of images and dreams he'd been forced to see, things he'd been forced to do.

"I told him all about you," Clint had said roughly, when they'd lain side by side in an obscenely comfortable bed in whichever Stark-owned properties they'd ended up in. He'd wanted to go back to SHIELD but she'd veto'd that idea, had known he needed something else, something different and removed.

"That's okay," she whispered, and it sounded loud and echoed in the silence completely at odds with a New York nightime. That night there had been no cars, no people, not in that part of the city, just silence and the weight of what they'd done.

"It's not. But... it's what I could give him, it's what he wanted me to give him. It was enough."

She could pretend the strain in his voice was the physical strain from his body, the pulled muscles and bruised ribs and minor concussion. She could, but she knew better.

"He called it love."

The laugh he barked out was bitter and wrong. "Love, huh?"

All she could think, all she could still think, was that Loki had no idea. He'd taken the easy answer, not even a lie, he'd accepted it in lieu of the deeper truth - that he was tearing secrets from Clint about her, and that those would be the deepest secrets he had to give, that he was sowing what he thought were seeds of betrayal, or even just that he was picking apart Clint's heart to better manipulate him, her, them.

When really it was still Clint, diverting the shot, aiming for the body armor, the area that could take the hit to protect the vital organs above and beneath. He could've gone up onto the rooftops and proclaimed her sins to the world, and she would've been fine with that. Those were acceptable losses.

They protected the children.

Love is for children, she'd goaded, a calculated test, because if he'd known, if he'd had any idea at all they existed, he wouldn't have been able to resist using them then. Instead he'd recited a litany of her sins, and she knew.

That Clint had still been in there somewhere, and that the kids were still safe.

All the rest was just commentary.

She tries to explain it once, without knowing the words to use, that her teammates have become more than people to support or manipulate. (The word she is looking for is family.)

Argh. I want to fill this one so bad... and it's all just jumbled dissociated bits in my head. BUT YES. THIS.

Interpret as you wish: Sometimes it's better to love something from afar.

Prove it wrong, prove it right, do whatever comes to mind. ;D

BRB in about....a month? ;)

ALSO, HAVE A REC. Short gen found family fic, Nat-centric: This Land Is Mine by fleshflutter

Aww, nice :) Thanks for the rec!