Can we have Clint captured by enemies, maybe beat up a little, and then send Natasha to rescue him? With hurt/comfort and Natasha badassery and the villains meeting nasty fates at her hands? Followed by emotions and Clint/Natasha cuddles etc? Bring in SHIELD and the Avengers as you see fit, it's all cool :D

Possibly inspired somewhat by this tiny awesome vid:

Have you read this (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8170396/1/)? Not necessarily inspired by the video, but definitely fits the prompt. :-) Hopefully it can help tide you over until it's filled. :D

Natasha and Clint trust in each other absolutely. So when they go undercover in the BDSM scene (or similar) for a mission they fit in perfectly and everyone believes in them as a couple. They even get complimented, or touted as good example. Only they're not actually together in reality. Yet. (May or may not involve that rope.)

The rooooope... It's becoming a thing. No, wait, it's already become a thing. :D

Clint and Natasha take photos of each other for blackmail purposes - photos of Clint in purple glittery boxers for example, or Natasha wearing Mickey Mouse ears with ice cream on her nose. Photos of each othr being daft and playful. Do they actually blackmail each other into things with them? Does anyone else ever see the photos? Do they stay a private thing? Fluffy and fun :)

Inspired by an incident in the prompt fill there's people and they're young and alive by amanuensis1.

Edited 2012-08-27 04:26 am (UTC)

Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff, two teenage gamers who know each other only through the internet. Other players recognize their avatars from a mile off, whispering on the private chats about 'Hawkeye' and the 'Black Widow'. She pokes fun at his "Legolas rip-off" elf archer (accuracy +5); he tells her that red is not a subtle color for a thief (Lawful Neutral). They work together, work apart, and occasionally work against each other, resulting in massive damage to scenery and bystanders alike. Then everything changes, and it's time to climb out of the virtual world and into the real one...

Think Zombieland, Seeking a Friend for the End of the World, etc - the world ends, or is going to end, or one of them is in trouble, and this is the story of how they meet.

GUUHHH.

Want this! Want this BAD. If I actually had a clue about gaming I'd write it.

Working off the comic-cannon idea that Natasha was actually born in 1928 and was given a similar serum to Steve's that keeps her from aging normally and the idea of soulmates/soul bonds:

Natasha met him and fell in love, but he's got a mortal, normal life span. She has no idea what her lifespan will be, but she keeps looking for him, seeking him out in each new incarnation because she can't stand to be without him.

...Ohhhh that could so many interesting places.

The psych department or person assigned to Natasha when she joins SHIELD complains a lot about stupid things in Natasha's opinion, like the fact that her room/s at SHIELD/the hellicarrier aren't 'personlised'. Clint tries to help her out by sticking a poster up, a movie poster or something, Natasha retaliates, and then The Great Wall Covering War is on. Their walls become covered with funny posters, rude ones, meaningful, postcards they bring back...then maybe ticket stubs, maps, scraps, memories...

Cover those walls!

Oooooo! I seriously cannot draw, but THIS I can do. :D Hmmm... (Thinky-thoughts - which one would put Twilight on the other's wall first? Hmmm...)

Natasha breaks Clint's bow (or one of them) (by accident or on purpose).

Only because I was bored and really it ended up completely different than I saw it going.

http://rocker-fics.livejournal.com/21937.html#cutid1

The Avengers, or some of them, are required to attend some kind of charity event where there are kids and families. Clint's in the thick of it, being witty and demonstrating his aim with toy bows and arrows, nerf guns, and stuff the kids have. Natasha is awkward at it, but trying her best. Someone pulls her aside and asks her to be, or why can't she be, more like Clint. And Natasha points out that actually Clint is hating it, all the signs that he's hating it and the reasons why, and that he's just that good at playing it false. Natasha can play false, but she doesn't see why she should have to for this.

(Possible team meeting after this trying to figure out what they should all have to put up with or not?)

possibly inspired by a couple of AU's where the Avengers are a theatrical crew (there's one high school AU and one shakespeare, if I remember rightly)

Avengers: the movie crew!!

Tony as the Director (of course!)
Pepper as the Producer, the one who is really in charge.

Bruce as Special Effects Department

Thor as Lighting Director / Pyrotechnic specialist
(Jane as Bruce's assistant?)

Steve as storyboard artist/screenwriter
(Peggy as Prop manager, especially all guns)

Natasha and Clint as fight scene choreographers/stunt directors and occasionally stuntman and woman.

Swimming naked.

timeframe, location, body of water, and reasons for said naked swimming are completely open to you.

She tells Fury she wants a vacation.

He is obviously included in this request, although she doesn’t voice it. Fury gives them both two weeks, which Clint thinks is fair because he can’t remember ever taking use of the vacation days he should have been piling up over the past few years.

She’s packed and ready to go in twenty minutes. He takes considerably longer, probably due to the fact that he actually owns enough clothes that he has to pick out which ones to bring, rather than just empty the contents of his dresser into a bag, which is most likely what she did.

She tells him they’re going to France on the drive to the airport, and he can’t find it in him to complain. He knows she has a safe house outside of Paris, and honestly he doesn’t care where they go. He’s just as eager to get out from SHIELD’s thumb as she is. They might have all banded together for the fight in Manhattan, but he knows there are still far too many kinks to be worked out before the Avengers ever happen again.

And then there’s the whole matter of how he blew up the helicarrier and killed half a dozen agents while under the influence of one crazy ass God, but he’d rather not talk about that one.

The rest at my journal for party times (http://mrs-nerimon.livejournal.com/19625.html#cutid1)

Hold on to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
And although this wave is stringing us along
Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m going to make this place your home

Settle down, it'll all be clear
Don't pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m going to make this place your home
-Philip Phillips, "Home"

I do believe this could be used as a Grease Smudge prompt! Hmmm....

I think we have to accept that cooking together is not a good idea.

Yes!! I may try writing something for this, but absolutely no promises.

Trials and tribulations of a newly cohabiting couple.

Really, really, really hot, smokin' kisses. So hot that if they could, the MPAA would rate them R. But they can't. Because it's just kissing. *whistles innocently*

Awesome action or domestic piece where the relationship and if possible Clint's hearing impairment are backseat to the action but present for the fic (if that makes sense). A 'this is everyday life for these people' fic.

The fear intrinsic in a non-superhero playing with the superheroes and injuring his shoulder/arm/hand. Including the horrors of PT if possible. Hurt/comfort, but whether or not there is a return to the team is author's choice.

THIS IS A COMBINATION OF TWO PROMPTS... this is number 2...

Title: Through the Good and Through the Bad
Word Count: 4416
Summary: It only takes one minute to send them both flat on their backs. Clint and Natasha struggle to set each other back up as they sustain serious damages that could affect their future with the Avengers.

Snippet:
Natasha thinks the panting she hears is her own. In the stillness of the explosion, she’s not sure of anything but the pain lancing through her back and the cold air on her toes. That’s good... right? She wishes she could remember what protocol she should be following so that something goes as planned. Was she supposed to meet Clint at the top of this building that’s now only rubble around her? Was he going to be on the next one over? The one on the next block?

There are sirens in the distance and all she can think of is finding Clint so they can get the hell out of there. No way is she doing to spend time in a normal hospital again. No way...

in...

hell....

***

There’s a dull roar in Clint’s head that shouldn’t be there. He distinctly remembers putting his hearing aids in this morning. Tasha’s going to kill him if he loses them again. That whole week he went around scowling at people while trying to get by on reading lips earned him more than one thinned lip frown from the redhead.

It’s one thing for everyone to know he’s deaf and another thing altogether for them to remember to turn to him when they’re talking. Everything in him fights against being made the middle of every conversation, as if he’s somehow more important because he can’t hear. It’s always been the sidelines for him and always will be.

Trouble with the dull roar is it’s making it hard for him to keep his eyes open. The light hurts and there’s a lot of it. His left arm’s dead weight and his right isn’t much help but he finally gets it up so it’s covering his closed eyes, keeping out the harsh glare until he can handle the brightness.


The rest is at AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/483757)

She would be herself, if she knew who the hell that was.

He would let her, if he knew too.

Will you think that you're all alone
When no one's there to hold your hand?
And all you know seems so far away
And everything is temporary
Rest your head
I'm permanent

Permanent, David Cook