My sketchbook is not accessible at this time, but I really wanted to draw something for this! So, have some art from my fridge <3

Happy Bubble Time with Hawkeye and Hulk!

ok, that's super cute. *g*

Aww that's cute :)

I have something for this! A taster for the next chapter of Wide Awake which I SWEAR is coming. :D


So to calm down he’s currently sat on the toilet running through all the bones and muscles in the body while Natasha takes a bath.

“Stop it,” Natasha says, from where she’s disappearing into mounts of bubbles. “I can hear you freaking out from here.”

“I’m not freaking out,” Clint says, surprisingly calmly. And he’s not. Not really, not anymore. It’s hard to freak out when he can see Natasha smiling at him from the bath, happy that he’s agreed to meet her folks. It’s hard to freak out surrounded by the smell of citrus and the quiet sound of Nina Simone. And, like archery and hitting things, naming the bones of the body helps quiet his mind.

There’s a gentle sloshing sound as Natasha sits up a little higher in the bath, her breasts appearing and disappearing through the swell of the bubbly water. Her hair is mostly dry, piled on top of her head, but tendrils have escaped to stick wetly to her skin and a flush spreads across her face and down her neck.

“Take your pants and socks off,” she says.

Clavicle, acromion, coracoid process, greater tubercle, lesser tubercle, scapula – wait.

“What?”

Natasha smiles at him, knowing. “Take you pants and socks off. Put your feet in.”

She sticks her foot out of the water and Clint understands. He strips off his jeans and turns on the toilet seat, sticking his feet into the bath. Natasha immediately presses her toes against his calf and smiles. She’d suggested he join her, but her bath is hardly big enough for her, let alone him, and definitely not big enough for the both of them. Plus, unless you’re actually washing, what do you do in a bath? Clint’s never understood people’s ability to just soak. It seems pointless and boring and you prune.

Humerus, he thinks, medial epicondyle, lateral epicondyle –

“What are you doing?”

Clint starts. Natasha had been poking him with her big toe and he hadn’t really noticed.

“Naming bones,” he says, fiddling with the taps. He pours a blast of hot water into the bath right onto their entwined feet and Natasha lets out a muffled shriek, jerking away and causing the water to slosh alarmingly.

“Sorry.”

Natasha snorts, settling back with her feet against his ankles. “And you say you’re not freaking out.”

She lifts her leg out of the water and wiggles her toes in his face.

“What bones are these then?” she asks.

He takes her foot in his hand and gently strokes her big toe.

“Distal phalange,” he says, eyebrow raised and with the most Barry White voice he can manage. Natasha snorts but smiles, so he continues, minus the Barry White voice, through her foot and to her ankle. He slides off the toilet lid to continue up her leg – her skin slick with bubble water and so warm and soft – but the water is too high for him to be able to continue past her thigh without falling in. Not that it matters, because she curls her arm around his shoulders and pulls him in for a kiss and he ends up half in the bath anyway.

“Now I’m all wet,” he pouts, gesturing to his t-shirt sleeve that’s seeping water and the wet stripe across his back from her arm.

“Aww,” she laughs. “Poor baby.”

She kisses him again. “How about you go get me some wine? Seeing as you’re not going to allow me to sex you up in the bath.”

“Have you ever had sex in a bath?” Clint asks. “It’s really fucking uncomfortable. And, like, messy; water everywhere. I like my sex without the tidy-up afterwards.”

“Lazy.”

“Practical,” Clint insists before pulling a face. “And that’s the first time I’ve ever argued for practicality during sex.”

Natasha laughs again and Clint basks in the sound for a moment.

“Go get me wine, boy,” she says in an imperious tone, pointing at the door.

“Ma’am, yes ma’am.”

Edited 2017-10-15 03:05 pm (UTC)

TWICE THE SQUEEE! 1 for actual bubbles and 2 for more Wide Awake. SQUEEEEE!

<3 <3 <3 It's coming I promise!

I'm beta'ing as fast as I can ... LOVE what I've read so far!!

<3 <3

It seems pointless and boring and you prune.

Oh I do love your Clint :D Also, of course he's had sex in a bath and has opinions on this lol.

Clint has done a great many ill-advised things. ;P

*flail*

Oh, my!

:D :D :D

So I didn't come over here to check for an ATTF because, like, it's been AGES. But it's gonna be Friday again soon, yes?

Also ... bubbles?

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Clint shakes his head in disbelief as the shimmering blue spheres dance in the wind - followed by a jolly green giant who is batting at them with his sausage-like fingers, oblivious to the smashed storage units he leaves in his wake.

"You'd think having fun would turn him back into Banner?" he says to Natasha over the comm. "No such luck, apparently."

"That would probably be because Hulk thinks that soap is corrosive," she sighs. "You ever try to get him to take a bath?"

Clint looks at her for a moment before remembering to close his mouth.

"You seriously try to make me believe you tried to get Banner into a bathtub? I mean, Stark was suggesting you two had a ... thing the other day, but I thought he was just trying to get me to hit him in the head because his helmet was jammed."

"Did it work, oh Jealous One?" Her smile momentarily distracts him with a promise he fully intends to cash in on later. "I'd have loved to see that."

"Yes, it did. Don't change the subject though," he growls. "Banner. Bath tub?"

"Not Banner, you idiot. Hulk."

Natasha sighs and moves to the right, to help Clint herd their erratic team mate in the direction of the parking lot where he can do less damage. Luckily, the wind is cooperating and the bubbles are wafting into the open space.

"That's an awful lot of armpit and crotch space to fight beside in Arizona in July, and not a lot of personal hygiene. And no, it absolutely couldn't wait until he was re-Bannered. You had to be there, I suppose." She wrinkles her nose and shudders delicately.

Now safely moved onto the expansive, empty tarmac, Hulk winds up for a giant leap and pounces on an enormous bubble with two joined fists. It splatters into a thousand iridescent droplets that momentarily flicker in the sun before falling soundlessly on the ground; the remainder scatter with the force of the air and expire on their own.

Hulk pauses on the suddenly empty ground, and snorts in anger. Or is it loss? He sits down heavily and sniffs his fingers.

"Uh, oh," says Clint. "Don't do it, Kermit! You won't like ...."

Hulk licks his index finger, and a suddenly beatific expression settles on his face. He grunts, heads over to the former silo and the lake of spilled detergent, and starts lapping.

Minutes later, the enormous form starts to shrink until there is nothing left but a shivering human in a pair of pants that look like they belong to a contestant on America's Greatest Loser.

Banner spits and spits.

"What the..." he says, and turns to Clint and Natasha with an aggrieved look.

Natasha shrugs.

"Looks like we found the magic bullet," she says with a smirk. "Best tell everyone to start carrying a bottle of Mr. Clean or something."

She turns to Clint.

"C'mon, Hawkeye - we're done here. Let's find out just how relaxing bubbles can be."






Edited 2017-10-16 08:41 pm (UTC)

I read this on AO3 but it wouldn't let me leave kudos again, so KUDOS. <3

I love that Nat tried to get the Hulk to take a bath and that it's the taste of the soap bubbles that works and not the bubbles themselves, that made me smile.

Edit: also YES ATTFs are back since promptathon is finished and we're trying to get them going again. Sign up post is here should you feel inclined :)

Edited 2017-10-17 09:55 pm (UTC)

That's an awful lot of armpit and crotch space to fight beside in Arizona in July, and not a lot of personal hygiene. - hoo boy, that's quite the image!