A/N. So I’m just filling unfilled prompts with unbeta’d short fills (I figure people who posted prompts would rather a semi-decent fill than no fill at all). Disclaimer: I know next to nothing about baseball. ---
Steve ducked Natasha’s spinning kick and charged towards her. She flipped to the left and used his momentum to bring him to the ground. She danced away from his attempt to bring her down with him, allowing him enough time to roll away into a crouch. He stood his ground, letting Natasha take the offensive.
“You should watch a game of baseball with Clint and I,” Steve told Natasha, panting from exertion.
“Baseball?” Natasha asked skeptically, unleashing a quick flurry of punches.
“I have tickets to the third game of the Mets-Yankees series. It will be fun,” Steve promised, dodging her attacks.
“Sure, why not?” Natasha said as she swept his legs out from under him.
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Clint walked into Steve’s apartment with a six-pack of beer. “Afternoon Steve. Ready to watch the Yankees cry like itty-bitty babies?” he stopped walking as he saw Natasha and Steve already watching the game on Steve’s flat-screen.
“What's she doing here?” Clint’s voice was suspiciously close to a whine. “This was supposed to manly bonding time. Among men.”
Natasha settled back into the couch cushions with a handful of pretzels, watching Clint with amusement.
“I’m friends with both of you, but we never hang out together. I bought us all tickets to the game tomorrow and it won’t be fun for Natasha if she doesn’t understand the game at least a little first,” Steve babbled sheepishly.
“I looked baseball up on Wikipedia on the ride over. I think I know everything I need to know,” Natasha put in.
Clint winced, but plunked his six-pack on the coffee table and sat next to Natasha. All three Avengers turned to the television to see the Yankees pitcher strike out the Mets batter in high definition. Clint groaned, Steve covered his face with his hands and Natasha cheered. Both men turned towards her in horror.
“You’re a... a Yankees fan?” Clint spat the words.
Natasha shrugged. “I told you I did some research before coming over. The Yankees seem more likely to win than the Mets, last night notwithstanding. I back winners.”
Steve spluttered. Clint shook his head in disbelief. Natasha’s words proved prophetic, and the Yankees won 3-1.
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The next day Clint and Natasha showed up to Steve’s apartment together before the game. Natasha was wearing an oversized Mets t-shirt.
“I thought you were a Yankees fan.” Steve said.
“Clint can be persuasive,” Natasha replied.
Clint smirked. “This will be fun. We should hang out together more often.”
Fill: Fic. The (Other) American Game
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Steve ducked Natasha’s spinning kick and charged towards her. She flipped to the left and used his momentum to bring him to the ground. She danced away from his attempt to bring her down with him, allowing him enough time to roll away into a crouch. He stood his ground, letting Natasha take the offensive.
“You should watch a game of baseball with Clint and I,” Steve told Natasha, panting from exertion.
“Baseball?” Natasha asked skeptically, unleashing a quick flurry of punches.
“I have tickets to the third game of the Mets-Yankees series. It will be fun,” Steve promised, dodging her attacks.
“Sure, why not?” Natasha said as she swept his legs out from under him.
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Clint walked into Steve’s apartment with a six-pack of beer. “Afternoon Steve. Ready to watch the Yankees cry like itty-bitty babies?” he stopped walking as he saw Natasha and Steve already watching the game on Steve’s flat-screen.
“What's she doing here?” Clint’s voice was suspiciously close to a whine. “This was supposed to manly bonding time. Among men.”
Natasha settled back into the couch cushions with a handful of pretzels, watching Clint with amusement.
“I’m friends with both of you, but we never hang out together. I bought us all tickets to the game tomorrow and it won’t be fun for Natasha if she doesn’t understand the game at least a little first,” Steve babbled sheepishly.
“I looked baseball up on Wikipedia on the ride over. I think I know everything I need to know,” Natasha put in.
Clint winced, but plunked his six-pack on the coffee table and sat next to Natasha. All three Avengers turned to the television to see the Yankees pitcher strike out the Mets batter in high definition. Clint groaned, Steve covered his face with his hands and Natasha cheered. Both men turned towards her in horror.
“You’re a... a Yankees fan?” Clint spat the words.
Natasha shrugged. “I told you I did some research before coming over. The Yankees seem more likely to win than the Mets, last night notwithstanding. I back winners.”
Steve spluttered. Clint shook his head in disbelief. Natasha’s words proved prophetic, and the Yankees won 3-1.
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The next day Clint and Natasha showed up to Steve’s apartment together before the game. Natasha was wearing an oversized Mets t-shirt.
“I thought you were a Yankees fan.” Steve said.
“Clint can be persuasive,” Natasha replied.
Clint smirked. “This will be fun. We should hang out together more often.”