Clint/Natasha Polyamory or open relationship: times they've had sex for a job, times they've had sex for fun, times they've had sex together. (Which, you know, also fun.)

*raises hand* before plot bunny goes out of hand (no promises here) would ye prefer all het couplings? Are you leaning more towards the open relationship side of polyamory, or towards more of a polygamy situation? Or just non-monogomy in general?

Sorry for all the questions! Just know this can be a thin line between squee and squick for some!

Dragonriders of Pern AU. Natasha is one of the 'renegades of Pern' having been raised by them since she was a kid. Clint is the dragonrider who gets her to 'defect'. (Maybe Natasha becomes a rider too. Maybe she can hear dragons. Any maybes you like!)

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I haven't read Renegades of Pern in ages, though, and don't have time to reread it in the near future. :(

A swop-over! Clint is the hand-to-hand combat expert in espionage and seducing the bad guys with the mysterious past in Russia. Natasha is the archer who sees better from a distance and the older one.

The first time Agent Clint Barton goes undercover. (May feature a certain yet-to-be Agent Romanoff, even yet-to-be trainee assassin Romanoff.)

MOSCOW RULES: The ultimate tradecraft methods developed for use in the most hostile of the operational environments. During the Cold War, Moscow was considered to be the most difficult of the operating environments.

Okay, there's going to have to be a bit of follow the bouncing ball going on here. I wrote a fic which encompasses all twelve of these espionage terms. Don't worry, I'll link to the next part of the series at each drabble, and I will also have it posted in its entirety at AO3 and eventually at my personal journal.

The espionage term is referenced in some way in the drabble.

Title is taken from It's the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine) by R.E.M.

Warnings (for the whole series): minor violence and swearing

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Coulson’s one of the best SHIELD agents, and he knows it. Sure, he’s worked in administration for the past several years, but he’s still able to kick some ass if need be. He uses the Moscow rules of always following his gut, blending in with his dark suits, and keeping his options open when it comes to agents calling in with complications to the mission. He’s also been the handler of Clint Barton for the past several years, since Barton was recruited, which may have made a lesser man break. So, when Barton calls in from the field with different news than he expected, he’s a bit thrown.

“Target was not eliminated, sir,” Barton says. “I made a different call.”

Coulson thinks over all his options. “Why would you do that?”

“She needed it, sir,” he replies. “She is also requesting a meeting with you, in the place of her choice.”

“Barton, you know it’s against protocols to meet an enemy agent, especially a senior agent.”

“I know, sir, but she was very persuasive.” Coulson thought he could hear a bit of a smile in Barton’s voice.

Coulson hesitates.

“I’ll be keeping watch,” Barton reassures him. “Here are the coordinates...”

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Part 4 (http://be-compromised.livejournal.com/60569.html?thread=523929#t523929)

NAKED: Operating entirely alone and without the availability of immediate assistance.

I'm having thinky thoughts about connecting all the definitions into a series chronicling their relationship. We'll see how this pans out.

Also? 1000th comment!

Someone do a rewrite of The Philadelphia Story with Natasha in the Katharine Hepburn role, Clint in the Cary Grant role and Steve in the Jimmy Stewart role.

Darcy would totally have to be Dinah.

Tony would undoubtedly be Uncle Willy and possibly Nick Fury as Seth Lord?

IDK go wild.

Edited 2012-07-19 12:15 am (UTC)

The differences in slang between Red Room/KGB/Russian Secret Service, the freelance trade, and SHIELD/Western intelligence can occasionally lead to some specular miscommunication and mutual confusion.

And while I've got Philadelphia Story on the brain, I want a story where Nat and Clint are exes but still totally in love with each other--they just couldn't make it work back in the day b/c they got swept up in this crazy intense whirlwind thing back when she came over to SHIELD and they kind of fell into bed (and into a super-hot passionate affair) but they forgot to become friends first. So after a few months they shut down the sexin' and called it quits and over time became incredibly good friends and partners.

But still totally in love with each other. They just won't admit it. All they need is a little push to get them back together....

Edited 2012-07-19 12:29 am (UTC)

Tony! I call Tony to volunteer to get them together! :D Or Maria Hill would be interesting as well...

Clint and Natasha don't actually speak in ASL - but they are perfectly fluent in SHIELD's brand of sign-language that every field agent knows for when the comms are down, the explosions are too loud for speech, or silence is needed.

I was over at theavengersheadcanons.tumblr and I saw this headcanon (and promptly incorporated it into my own)

"The Black Widow never resorts to sleeping with targets to fulfill her mission.

She might seduce and entice, but that’s as far as it has ever gone.

She has no qualms about doing it if something was at stake and it was the only viable course of action, but that has never happened, as her vast repertoire of well-honed skills of the spy trade has always given her plenty of options."

Any type of fic based on this. 5 times Natasha seduced someone and the 1 time she slept with them *cough* Clint *cough*? Clint makes a silly/ insecure assumption that she corrects?

Hey, that's MY headcanon! :D

World of Warcraft Xover or AU

Is that crazy? Then I guess I'm crazy.

Clint would be a hunter, Natasha a rogue, Hulk a tank, and Tony... a gnome. lol forever

A story that incorporates *both* Abidjan and Budapest, now that we know stuff went down in those places. Doesn't necessarily have to be teh sex.

Natasha doesn't cry, or at least Clint had never seen her cry until the time they were at a dance show (ballet/modern)...

Five Times Natasha Does Whatever She Wants With Whoever She Wants for Her Birthday (and That Time in Bulgaria When She Didn't) (http://cybermathwitch.livejournal.com/151781.html)

*****

It's Pepper who realizes that she and Clint haven't actually left their seats. She hears Pepper shooing the others out of the box to go get refreshments and find the restrooms and generally make themselves scarce for a bit and to their credit they follow her orders with little or no argument.

Natasha doesn't realize that she's got tears drying on her face until Pepper puts a tissue in her hand. She doesn't realize that Clint's eyes hold tears he can't quite let go of until she looks over and he finally turns his head. Pepper says nothing, just looks between the two of them a moment and goes to check the hallway.

"They're all gone for the moment, if you'd like to head back to the Tower now. I can make your excuses. That you were tired, or bored, or..."

"No." Her voice is breathier than normal and she bites the inside of her cheek until it hurts, pulling herself back together.

Urgent- Foreigner
The lyrics work much better with the music than without.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JA6id4--BDg

Got fire in your veins
Burnin' hot but you don't feel the pain
Your desire is insane
You can't stop until you do it again

But sometimes I wonder as I look in your eyes
Maybe you're thinking of some other guy
But I know, yes I know, how to treat you right
That's why you call me in the middle of the night

You say it's urgent
So urgent, so oh oh urgent
Just wait and see
How urgent my love can be

GUH. I love this song.

I wanna do this.

Can it be part of an AU prompt? Because I can keep it strictly canon if you'd prefer.

Okay, so possibly this is way self-serving and I'm about to get pelted by internet tomatoes, but I made a prompt of a sort when I posted my last fanmix (http://allisnow.livejournal.com/1420596.html) *coughs, ducks tomato*. It's not my kind of thing to write but I would read the hell out of it.

Clint and Natasha have UST like whoa and it's getting to the point where it's distracting, so they decide to say 'to hell with it' and just be master assassin partners with benefits. Shockingly, sex does not solve all problems and in fact only leads to more serious feels which they suppress which leads to anger which leads to more dysfunctional sex and it's just a vicious, angry, sexy cycle. Eventually one or both break it off which is sad, but then [insert something traumatic or something] happens and they realize the feels are for reals and [insert an actual ending] and THE END.

I will defend you from any and all tomatoes, because I've been fighting off the temptation to quote lines or snippets from my own fics and go "PLS EXPAND AND COME UP WITH SOMETHING :D?"

(this prompt is not my thing, either, I'm just saying. I WILL DEFEND YOU FROM TOMATOES)

Clint grew up with an abusive father, so when he starts a romantic relationship with Natasha (or starts to think of her as family) he finds it difficult to hit her when they spar, because he always promised himself he'd never be that guy.

What would Natasha's reaction be? How does it get resolved?

Someone thinks they're secretly married when they're really not (Steve? Coulson?). Natasha freaks out a little (because her previous romantic relationships have not worked out well. She's called the Black Widow for a reason!).

"We're not married!"
"..."
"Really, we're best friends. With benefits."
"..."
"And maybe life partners."
"..."
"Oh, fuck."

I'm at the point where I'd cut off my legs for a college AU where Clint is Natasha's professor.

Oh dear Lord in heaven. I had no idea how much I needed this in my life.

WANT. NOW.

it's my fic, and I'll quote from it if I want to <.<

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To Natalie Rushman, there is nothing special about today. She (twenty-five, Libra, Chicago-native) is having Friday drinks with her co-workers (because, lawyers; Friday drinks are sacred) when a blue-eyed man walks up to her and turns on the charm.

He says his name is Jason, and she is totally taking him home.

She shuts the door behind them and Clint pushes her up against it, kissing her with a muttered, “Jesus, 'Tash, how do you walk in those shoes?”

Natasha smirks, nips his bottom lip and then looks him straight in the eye.

“Maybe I'll keep them on.”

“Yes, please.”

I love that fic. <33333333333333333333333

All my love for this.

It feels sometimes this hill's too steep for a girl like me to climb...

Paloma Faith fan? :D