Red

Lucky and/or Liho

“He’s got fleas, Clint.”

“So did you, once. Remember that op in Kinshasa? When I had to wash your hair with that …”

Natasha quells him with one eyebrow. Almost.

“Riiight. That was lice.” Clint scratches his head absently. “Point is, there’s a shampoo for that. And Stark can design some kind of cluster ray that zaps bugs without making everything smell like a tar pit.”

Clint’s eyes have a look in them that almost matches the mangy mutt’s. The dog’s left ear un-flops ; clearly, he has an antenna for human weakness.

“Fine. But -- your dog. Your bathroom.”

LOL! Lice is soooo much worse.

“That cat-that-isn’t-yours is at it again.”

Clint sounds like he’s ready to string a bow, so Natasha looks up from her paper.

“At what? Can you be more specific?”

“Ridding the neighbourhood of vermin.”

Natasha unfolds her legs and lowers them over the edge of the couch, carefully placing her feet into a pair of waiting flip-flops (Lord knows when Clint’s floor last saw a mop), and pads to join him at the window.

“What is it this time? A rat? Roaches? Lucky?”

Clint points down with his chin. There’s a hiss, a yelp -- and a man, running.

“Paparazzo.”


Edited 2016-04-22 10:13 pm (UTC)

Kate has no idea how this happened. She is, after all, a child of the new millennium -- smart and sophisticated, World’s Greatest Markswoman, and nobody’s fool.

And yet … here she is, looking not just after Clint Barton’s idiosyncratic dog, but also after his lethal girlfriend’s bipolar, psychopathic cat. Right now, Liho is rubbing up against the blissed-out mutt with a deep-throated purr, but Kate is sure she’s doing it just to identify the best spot into which to sink her claws. Arterial spray is sure to follow.

Man, Clint and Natasha sure are lucky to be in Budapest.


Edited 2016-04-23 09:15 pm (UTC)

Silence

1. Natasha, considering how hard to hit Clint.

2. Clint, after she does.

Fuck.

If she hit him too hard, he’d have more than just a concussion, he’d be dead. Not hard enough and he’d have a big headache but he’d still be a blue-eyed drone.

He aimed and she struck, plowing his head into the steel railing. She’d take her chances on not being able to knock Loki out of him. She couldn’t risk losing him altogether, not after all they’d been through, not after what had been said the last time they’d talked.

As the other SHIELD agents converged on them on the catwalk, she prayed she’d made the right call.

She’d made the right call.

There hadn’t been time to tell her that when he’d first woken up, or in the hours following as they’d battled the Chitauri. There hadn’t been time as they’d argued over what to do with Loki or shared shwarma with Stark and the others. There’d barely been time afterwards, as they’d tended each other wounds.

But now, as he holds her in his arms and they will each other awake to keep the nightmares at bay, he whispers it to her over and over. It was the right call, I love you, I always will…

awww.... :-)

Oooh, I like! I actually had Civil War in mind, but thought someone might go this route. Glad you did!

Purple

Despite the late hour and the threat of rain, the carnival was in full swing. Strike Team Delta was engaged in an animated conversation behind the big top as the colorful stage lights came up and purple hues shot straight up into the dark sky.

“You know what, Tasha, I don’t even know what the hell we’re arguing about anymore,” shouted Clint. “Whatever it is, you win.” He punctuated the last two words with his index finger into her shoulder.

As if on instinct, she grabbed his wrist and twisted it. But instead of twisting him away from her, she pulled him closer and brought her lips to his.

While their kiss deepened, the sky opened up and a hard rain began to fall. Neither seemed to notice until they finally pulled apart. “So, Barton, I suppose you planned this?” she asked as she spread her arms and looked up into the driving rain.

Incredulously he looked at her. “Um, you kissed me first…” he said quietly. Even though it was true, he wasn’t sure if that statement would earn him bodily harm.

She gently wrapped her arms around his neck. “I take full credit for the kiss, but you get credit for the purple rain,” she purred. Purple drops pelted them as they continued their kiss.

(More than 100 words AND I filled my own prompt -- Yikes! Sorry!)

Any short ficlet will do.... and I ADORE that you did Purple Rain. *g*

Thanks. I'm not at all known for my brevity, but this could be fun practice. Great topic for ATTF!

Wrong turn

Time to see what this love is worth

Edited 2016-04-22 11:02 pm (UTC)

"Time to see what this love is worth," Clint yelled over the general noise of the fight around them.

"Two bullets," she yelled back, shooting the guy to his left.

"An arrow in the eye socket," he quipped, leveling an arrow at her. "Get down!"

She ducked and an arrow struck the guy who was about to take her out from behind.

"A widow's bite," she said grinning as she got the last guy who appeared between them.

"An arrow from Cupid," he joked, finally reaching her side and giving her a resounding kiss.

"I'd say that's worth a lot."