but this is what went through my head when i saw this pic the first time: so this one time in the circus... and then coulson said... but this one guy...

i just think clint is really chatty and natasha finds it calming because it silences all the crap that's going on in her head

A/N So this started off in the spirit of the prompt but got bittersweet really quickly based on the photo. Sorry?
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“And then Fury suspended me for a week. I know he still has the feather boa though.” Clint prattled on, telling meaningless stories. It was his way of repairing the frayed bonds of their partnership after the heartwashing.

“What color was the boa?” Natasha asked. We’re good Clint.

“Lime green.” Clint said with a smirk. “Now that the superhero boy-band has disbanded, wanna come to the Manhattan safehouse for a drink?” Come home with me and stay for a week.

“Not tonight.”

Natasha quickened her pace. She knew without looking behind her that Clint would be giving her puppy dog eyes. For a secret agent he was terrible at hiding his emotions.

“See ya soon Nat.” Why won’t you let me love you?

They went their separate ways with a brief hug. Natasha fought down a sense of loss as they broke contact.

It took forty minutes on the subway to get to her apartment. It felt like four hours. Natasha hadn’t been lying when she said she was tired, the events of the past few days were catching up up with her. She went through her security measures on autopilot, checking the alarms, traps and hidden weapons. She spent a brief moment wondering whether she should start her report before stripping off her clothes, falling facedown on her bed and closing her eyes. Clint’s face appeared in front of her, denying her sleep. She felt a pang of regret for not taking him up on his offer. It was ridiculous. Loki's plots and the Chitauri Invasion had knocked her off balance and made her overly emotional. She should call Mark with the blue eyes who thought she was Natalie Rushman from Legal. Or Sam with his talented hands who thought she was Talia Rollins from NYU. Or Tim with the body of a Greek God who thought she was a bartender from New Jersey. Any of those men would make a good distraction.

She reached for her phone and without conscious thought she dialed Clint’s number. The phone rang. A woman’s voice answered.

“Hey, I’m sorry but Peter can’t-”

“Oh I’m sorry. Wrong number,” Natasha said, her tone effortlessly polite.

Natasha turned off her cellphone and threw it against the wall.

Avengers Tower. Five months later.

Darcy admired Clint subtly from across the room, or as subtly as she could six drinks into the night. She gave herself points for not actually drooling.

“You do have the day off tomorrow,” Jane told Darcy meaningfully with a nudge in Clint’s direction.

“Do I look home-wrecking slut?” Darcy asked, appalled. “Wait, don’t answer that.”

“He’s available,” Natasha spoke from behind them. “And he likes you,” she told Darcy.

Darcy choked on her drink at Natasha’s sudden appearance. “So you two aren’t...”

“No. We’re not dating.”

“Are you secretly a nun?!” Darcy blurted out.

Natasha raised her eyebrows at Darcy’s rudeness, but softened the look with a smile. “We’re best friends. It’s enough.”

Sometimes, Natasha's ability to become other people - to talk differently, move differently, to have other people's expressions on her face - disconcerts the hell out of him.

Clint leant Natasha his sweatshirt on a traumatic mission. Now and then he's seen her wearing it when he drops by. He doesn't comment on it, but it makes him smile when she's not looking.

Oh man this would be adorable. I love it!

"I don't speak Spanish."

"...why not?"

"I already know French, Italian, and Latin. Why would I bother with yet another Romance language?"

A.K.A. Natasha is a language snob.

I'm so sad I missed the beginning of this, I was gone all weekend!!! But I'm here now with a prompt!

Clint and Natasha are already dating but no one knows it and they end up getting a mission where they have to pose as brother and sister. Awkward silliness ensues.

Welcome! We're just so glad you're here! And don't worry about being late-- this party is going on for quite awhile.

I'm loving this prompt, btw.

Somewhere between Iron Man 2 and The Avengers Nat cut her hair and she finds out that Clint kept a lock of it.

**FLAILS LIKE A CRAZYPERSON OVER THIS PROMPT**

Codename: Captain Tightpants

One of them chooses it for the other. Whose codename is it? And how much do they kick the chooser's ass for it?

I would like to claim this one, if that's alright. :)

"Wrong place, wrong time"

All the umbrellas in London couldn't hide my love for you. The gloom of the city at evening is still. You whisper come to me and I always will, always will, always will.

Actually, can we just do the whole song because oh my god. "Aspidistra Flies" by Stars (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEpLOaqbuGo). Lyrics are here (http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858525614/1/DESC/)

Oh, I love this song so much. And yeah, the whole song because lakdsfjsd
You'll whisper sweet lies to me
And one of them will be true

I may just have to do something about this.

“Killing a woman, it's not the same as killing a man. You have to pull the trigger a different way.” - Miguel Bain

“The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them.” - Stephen King

Fic Title: Eight Steps to You
Chapter Title: Raise and Draw
Summary: Clint and Natasha at the Olympic Summer Games

Here at AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/477188/chapters/842310)

Snippet:
The last round of archery was late in the afternoon. Everything they’d worked for was coming down to this. Their last showing had set them further back in the standings than was comfortable but Clint was confident his team could pull it off. Well, as least as confident as a person with a stomach virus could be. The nurse had pumped him full of fluids and sent him out with a reminder to keep drinking as much as he could stomach.

Stomach. Ha, ha. You’re a comedian, he wanted to scream back at her as he jogged away from the med tent, but she’d been the one to make it possible for him to stand upright once again. All he had to do was get through the next few hours and he could go find a bed and not come out from the covers for the next day or so.

As he waited, with his teammates, to be announced, his phone vibrated. Taking it out, he saw that it was a text from an unknown number. Very unknown... and very foreign, from the look of those digits. Flicking it on, he tried not to smile as he read, Is this Clint Barton’s phone?

Edited 2012-08-12 12:12 am (UTC)

ASOIAF/Game of Thrones AU (take this however you want)

Seconded so hard. I need this in my life.

Clint and Natasha run into the Doctor (any regeneration) while on a mission and seem to take the fact that time traveling is real in stride. (pre-Avengers/Doctor Who crossover).

Love!

Everyone has a comfort piece of media (book, TV show, movie, song, etc) that they go to when they need some cheering up. What is Natasha's? What is Clint's?

Funny story: the author of my comfort piece told me that she thought it was a very strange thing to be my comfort piece given that it was about evil alien lizards trying to take over the world. (To whit, the novelization of "V" by A.C. Crispin.) I was, all, and?

:D

And now I am *really* wondering about Natasha and Clint. WAIT, WAIT! I KNOW!!!! (At least for Natasha!) And I can't wait to write it!!!

Vienna Teng? You are a fan after my own heart.

1920s AU. I don't care what you do with them, just stick 'em in the 20s.

Sorry if it's already been prompted, but how have we gotten to 740 some comments without someone suggesting a zombie AU?!

Clint and Natasha surviving in a post-zombie-apocalypse!

WANT.

Sex involving hair pulling.

Inspired by their fight scene. ;)

So that means it will include biting, too?? :D

Clint leaves his gloves/arm guards on during sex.

Have I told you lately how much I love your brain?

MEMO FROM THE OFFICE OF DIRECTOR FURY
Re: Conduct Unbecoming a SHIELD Agent


To Agents Barton & Romanoff:

The pranks have gotten completely out of control. It was amusing the first few times, but this has got to stop. Stealing all the towels from the men's locker room is neither fun nor amusing, and rewiring the PA system at the shooting range to play only Lynyrd Skynyrd does not calming workplace make (nor do the bullets fired into said PA system in an attempt to turn it off.)

I realize that you haven't been partners for very long, and I realize that you're both used to working on your own. Undoubtedly there will be some friction. But the interpersonal war you've started is completely unacceptable.

If this juvenile behavior doesn't stop immediately, I WILL put your asses in time out (and by time out, I mean the coldest, darkest, deepest hellhole I can find. On surveillance duty.)

Or worse. I'll have Coulson send you to that team-building camp he's so fond of for some trust exercises.


Sincerely,

Nick Fury
DIRECTOR, SHIELD

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Fury makes good on his promise, and two rather hostile master assassins are forced to spend some quality time together. :)

SO. AMUSING.

Natasha and Clint are assigned to work opposite sides of an undercover mission and must pose as enemies (possibly within some sort of confined space where they have to see each other constantly?) Naturally, they are both more than capable of maintaining their covers, but how do they cope with the emotional wear and tear of being enemies every day, and each knowing the other is just a little too convincing at the mock betrayal?

Oh. My. God.

There is little limit to what I would give for a fic for this...

Smutastical smut.

Natasha has to get a target into Clint's line of sight, which she does by getting the mark to take her up to his room for sex, they're on comms, Clint is kinda getting off on how Tasha's leading a guy around by his dick but really all that sexy talk is just for Clint, and Tasha is finding it a bit hot that she and Clint are basically having comm!sex and there is a pantsless guy in the middle without any clue, plus she has no doubts about placing her life in Clint's hands because he's going to shoot a guy so efficiently he doesn't even scratch her.

I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE. *CHEERS FOR PROMPT*