be_compromised | Valentine's Day Mini Promptathon 2017

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Valentine's Day Mini Promptathon 2017

Yes, our promptathons roll around again, as (semi) reliably as birds migrating.

So, once again it's the time for the Most Romantic Mini Promptathon Of All.

Or platonic. Or full of badassary. Doesn't have to be romantic. Your choice. We welcome ALL!

Timeline
Now (Tuesday, February 7th - February 14th midnight eastern: Prompt! Prompt ALL THE THINGS!
February 14th to February 21st (midnight eastern): Fill those prompts like you've never filled prompts before!

Theme
Prompts: All things Valentine's Day or love (romantic or otherwise!) related. Friendship? UST? Developing romantic feelings? Badass mission that just so happens to involve obnoxious heart-shaped candies? Excessive consumption of pink cupcakes? Living down by that rivier in Egypt or AoU-compliant? Alternate universes featuring singing elephants dressed as cupids? Post-Civil War reconciliation? All are welcome here!

Prompting
Prompts go in the comments to this post. List each prompt as its own separate comment.

Fills
Fills: Post your fill, or a link to your fill - be it fic, art, a video of you preforming an interpretive dance, etc - as a reply to the prompt comment. Please don't post your fanwork separately to the comm, otherwise b_c might explode from the squee. We'll also create a masterlist post updated as fills come in, so rest assured that everyone will see your work!

Please include title, rating, and appropriate warnings in the subject line of your fill.

Prompts may have multiple fills, please give love to your fellow creators!

FILLS CLOSED. Thanks to everyone who participated and made this promptathon so great!

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THANK YOU! Glad you liked it. I had fun image searching :)

Aww, thank you <3

It turns out not to matter what she wants. Fury's solution to the problem of his wayward Russian assassin is to saddle her with the agent that brought her in. The email stating that she has been partnered with Barton burns in front of her eyes for a long while before the news actually sinks in.

—

They are expected to train together, so she does, but in her own way. Her marks on the shooting range are still exemplary, her workouts still push her limits, but she’s ceased to be the aggressor when it comes to sparring with her new teammate. Purely defensive, she dodges and slips out of Hawkeye's holds. Her flexibility and agility quickly become the bane of Barton’s existence and she can see the confusion in his eyes, as well as the resolve. He starts getting creative, pulling stunts that he could’ve only picked up in the circus. Unfortunately, the Red Room had much more… motivating ways of getting her to adapt and think outside the box. Her fists remain loose and her thighs stay away from his neck even with his best efforts and despite the burning in her muscles at the end of the day, the whole exercise is rather unsatisfying. And it continues, until days turn into weeks. She’s waiting for the day that Fury calls her in to yell at her; it wouldn’t really matter because Barton stays alive and that’s all she’s really going for at this point.

—

He becomes Clint in Brussels, where everything goes to shit in such spectacular fashion that she'd be amused at the way they have to dodge mercenaries and foreign agencies if it were any other time. Any other time she wouldn’t have a bullet lodged up against her tibia that no amount of determination or pain tolerance would get her walking on. It makes it mildly hard to get a laugh in edgewise.

They have the documents they came for but they have to make a final stand with Natasha’s movement severely limited, and it’s a lifetime before the bodies stop pouring into the house that they’ve hunkered down into. The smell of gunpowder and ozone hangs in the air like acrid incense and Clint calls for extraction, sizing up the pool of blood leaking down past her boot as he passes off their coordinates.

He himself is bleeding from numerous bullet grazes and a bloody laceration across the side of his head that she doesn’t quite recall him getting, but his eyes still ask for permission before he wraps up her leg in a compression bandage and again before he hoists her over his shoulder. He's never forgotten her boundaries, not once, and it shows her the depth of the man beneath the terrible jokes and incessant radio chatter.

Hazily, she thinks as blood loss makes her head light and the beat of the helicopter rotors echoes in her ears, is that it's his eyes. He watches and understands, even if he doesn’t know why.

—

It's the hanging time between end of day and beginning when she comes to find Clint, the rings around his eyes saying that he hasn’t gotten to bed yet either. She's in leggings and a fitted SHIELD shirt, an outfit he's seen a thousand times, but it's her wrapped hands that tell him their destination. He doesn’t ask if she’s sure, knows that she took her physical therapy seriously even if she hated being injured in the first place and if there’s anyone aware of their limits, it’s Natasha. He also knows that asking the question was likely to put him in physical therapy, and that’s a section of medical that he thoroughly tries to avoid. Pulling on training gear, he follows her dutifully, accepting it when they pass the main training room and descend into the bowels of the old SHIELD building. There are old private sparring rooms, mostly unused with the advanced equipment upstairs to be taken advantage of, and it's there that she leads him. The space is musty and small, not at all conducive to the style of dodging that she's been employing against him. If he needed anything else to tip him off that this is not going to be a regular session between them, the tape she tosses him certainly spells it out.

It's a good thing too, considering she still hasn't said a word since she showed up at his door.

Her gaze is pointed, like being the ant under the microscope, and he gets the impression that every fight of hers that he's seen has been muted, some part of her holding back for the sake of not scaring off her new employer. Taping up his fists, Clint rolls out his neck and shoulders. By rights, he should stretch, but something in his gut says that no amount of stretching would help him in this fight. Instead, he takes a deep breath and stands.

It's the last comfortable breath he gets for a while.

She's on him in a blink, her fist swinging to connect with his chest faster than he would've thought possible and it feels like sheer luck that he manages to push it away, following up with a jab of his own. Except she's not there, using her changed momentum to propel a roundhouse at his head that he has to drop down to his knees to avoid. Clint knows it’s a mistake as soon as he makes it, but there’s nothing he can do but commit. The kick’s a feint, and in the brief moment that her thighs lock around his neck and tighten, he’s in complete awe of how fast she can move …then she twists her torso over and it’s just pain, a hot ache exploding through his side as she throws him to the ground.

Natasha Romanoff is a little too harsh, unabashedly confident in her skills and her ability to take him apart at her leisure. Without a mask on, even the polite and cooperative one that she’s worn since she became a full-fledged member of SHIELD, there’s no mistaking she’s as dangerous as her namesake. Terrifying, even, with edges that are just as likely to cut her as him. Staring up at her from the floor, Clint’s not afraid.

Trust stretches between them like a fine string and she has to see something she approves of, because she reaches out to take his hand and help him to his feet. He grins when she does, an unrestrained and challenging thing, his head tilted towards the center of the mats.

Again?

This might be my most favorite section of this altogether AWESOME piece!! I love getting Clint's perspective and seeing Nat finally stop holding back! Seriously tremendous :)

Oh yay! Of course, I'm already considering how I can pick up where the ending leaves off...

Title: Reclamation on A03 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9862409)

Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Relationship: Clint Barton/Laura Barton
Characters: Clint Barton, Laura Barton, Cooper Barton
Additional Tags: Rating: NC17, Pre-Canon, Deaf Clint Barton, Hurt/Comfort, Deaf Character, pre-SHIELD

Edited 2017-02-22 02:26 (UTC)

\o/

This was total awesomeness! I want more! Can we have more??

THERE ARE WINGS! ahem. I mean, thanks, I really like their art, but didn't realize there was so much of it. I am indebted. It's added incentive to finish the fic.

Do you have an email address you prefer? There was something I wanted an opinion on, and even if I can't remember it now, it may come back to me. :)

Oh wow, this whole thing is absolutely amazing. A little chilling, a little hopeful, and just... wow.

Title: Pokémon A Go Go
Authors:

alphaflyer
Rating/Warnings: T (f-word level swearing, movie-level violence)
Word Count:1,200
Prompt:

sugar_fey’s The summer Clint discovered Pokémon Go (http://be-compromised.livejournal.com/531333.html?thread=10151813#t10151813)
Summary: In hindsight, it's probably a good thing that Parker is a teenage nerd.
Author Notes:

In hindsight, it's probably a good thing that Parker is a teenage nerd.

Spiderman shouldn’t have been in the Common Room in the first place, not being of legal drinking age and there being rather a large amount of Scotch both present and in use. Not to mention that Sam and Barnes are still pissed off at him over whatever he did to them at that airport. They won’t say, which is about the only thing they agree on, as far as Clint can see.

But Pepper, ever since she’s come back, has that thing about ‘reconciliation’ and setting aside differences. So here the kid is, for better or worse, declaring to all and sundry who would listen -- which what with him being a kid is basically just Clint – that Avengers Tower is a PokéStop.

“A what?” Clint says, being polite, and that’s pretty much the moment when everything starts to go downhill.

Parker starts monologuing about virtual reality, hatching eggs, gyms, and catching and battling aliens (like, where’s the fun in that?). Clint is about to tune the kid out when he says something like, “Plus, you get a ton of exercise so it’s actually good for you.”

That is of course the moment when Natasha, who’s been reading a magazine, looks up and straight at Clint and says, “Maybe you should try it? Sitting on your butt in that jail for six weeks didn’t do much for your muscle tone.”

More on AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/1492090/chapters/22150052)

Edited 2017-02-22 19:08 (UTC)

YAY, FIC! *runs off to read*

I don't think we have either, but that is immaterial. :) Nice to meet you too!

Thank you, darling! Next round of drinks are on me. :)

lovelovelovelovelove

Especially that all this time, the Russians WERE in fact following him ... :-)

This is just perfect. Thank you for writing 3 and 4 of 2! :-) And now, post the whole thing on AO3 so you may be showered with kudos.

Fantastic continuation!

I adore this:

Trust stretches between them like a fine string and she has to see something she approves of, because she reaches out to take his hand and help him to his feet. He grins when she does, an unrestrained and challenging thing, his head tilted towards the center of the mats.

<3

Don't let us stop you ... :)

So glad I wasn't drinking anything when I scrolled down this page. I snorffled. :)

I was just skimming through prompts to see if I could maybe fill another little wee one, and saw this again ... and all I can see is this ridiculous 1980s movie "The Cutting Edge" where the spoilt-rotten ice princess that no one wants to skate with anymore is paired up with the hockey player who can't afford another concussion ...:P

Literally laughed out loud for a solid minute. Brilliant!

No birds were harmed in the making of this piece of nonsense. It's all

alphaflyer's fault.

AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9886418)

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Valentine's Day Mini Promptathon 2017

RE: The Path (PG; distressed Clint)

RE: The Path (PG; distressed Clint)

Touch , PG-13, a bad word, blood, some fighting, 3/2

Touch , PG-13, a bad word, blood, some fighting, 4/2

RE: Touch , PG-13, a bad word, blood, some fighting, 4/2

RE: gravitational effects of the moon, G, no warnings

Reclamation

no subject

no subject

no subject

Re: Touch , PG-13, a bad word, blood, some fighting, 4/2

FILL: Pokemon A Go Go (Rated T; no warnings)

RE: Reclamation

Re: Touch (Don't Touch): Explicit/NSFW

RE: Re: Touch (Don't Touch): Explicit/NSFW

RE: FIC: Shoestring [ G | no warnings ]

RE: Touch , PG-13, a bad word, blood, some fighting, 4/2

FILL: Clint Is Just A Different Kind Of Bird

RE: Touch , PG-13, a bad word, blood, some fighting, 4/2

RE: gravitational effects of the moon, G, no warnings

RE: FILL: Clint Is Just A Different Kind Of Bird

no subject

RE: FILL: Clint Is Just A Different Kind Of Bird

It Was a Weird Mission (G, no warnings)

Everything Costs, teen, graphic violence