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[CLOSED] Summer Promptathon 2021

!!THE PROMPTATHON IS NOW CLOSED!!

GUYS GUYS IT’S TIME FOR THE SUMMER PROMPTATHON.

(image modified from fanart by sketchbuggy)

Can you believe this is our tenth summer promptathon??? Nope! Me neither!

TIMELINE

TODAY: Prompting starts! GO, GO, GO

SUNDAY 8th AUGUST: We open for fills! (You can also continue prompting)

MIDNIGHT SUNDAY 26th SEPTEMBER: Promptathon, both prompts and fills, ends at midnight in whatever your timezone is. THE PROMPTATHON IS NOW CLOSED

HOW PROMPTATHON 2021 WORKS

> Step One: Leave Prompts

Prompts can be anything – simple or elaborate, words or pictures, songs or poems, lyrics or phrases, anything that inspires a fanwork. Use your imagination. Go wild!

We welcome ALL THINGS MARVEL, though we ask that Clint and/or Natasha turn up in there somewhere, individually or as friends, lovers, spouses, partners, in gen fic, ANYTHING. That means we do welcome other characters and pairings (and threesomes or moresomes).

Leave as many prompts as you want. We’re serious. Keep coming back. We want as many prompts as we can possibly get. Just make sure each prompt is in a separate comment.

Also please warn if your prompts contain spoilers/speculation relating to Black Widow 2021 and/or Hawkeye TV.

> Step Two: Squee

Been wanting to jump into the fandom but not sure where to start? Now’s the time. Newbie or a lurker? Here’s the perfect opportunity to say hello! Promptathon is a fun, no-pressure environment. If all you want to do is post prompts and share in the squee, you’re more than welcome! And by squee we mean chatting in the chat thread, replying to prompts to chat about prompts, and just lots of excitement all over the place.

For additional squee, there is also the be_compromised Discord Server, where you can chat about Promptathon (or anything else) in a more chatroom-style place. Click here for an invite.

> Step Three: submit fanworks like there’s no tomorrow!

The usual Community Rules apply. There’s no length requirement on fanworks submitted. You can create drabbles or epics, vids, art, fanmixes, anything at all; it’s just all about getting creative! You can fill as many prompts as you want, and prompts can be filled multiple times by whoever wants to fill them.

Please warn if your fills contain spoilers/speculation relating to Black Widow 2021 and/or Hawkeye TV.

HOW TO POST FILLS

Respond in a comment to the prompt you are filling. Please post the entire work in the comment if it's short enough OR post a link, and consider posting the first section as a teaser. Please don't post works directly to the comm - we’re all about one-stop shopping, so keep everything in this main promptathon post. We'll do a masterlist of fills at the end.
Label your fill/comment in the subject line with 'FILL', your title, and a rating. Example: FILL: 5 Times Clint and Natasha Were Awesome (PG). When filling in the subject line, you may need to view the comm in its original style (if you don't already). Just make sure you can see a subject line when responding with your submission. This makes it A LOT easier for us to make that masterlist and for people to spot your fills.
Make sure to include a rating and warnings OR 'choose not to warn' at the start of your fill, as per the comm rules. Help us out and make sure folks know what they're clicking on :)
Please put anything NSFW behind a cut or link.
And once again, because this is a thing we can now say (!); please warn for Black Widow 2021 film spoilers and for Hawkeye TV spoilers! Not everyone has Disney+/can get to the cinema.

If you have any questions about anything please feel free to ask! We have a questions thread as the first comment to this post, though you can also PM a mod or ask on the Discord server.

OKAY THEN BEST BAR EVER, LET’S GET PROMPTING!

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Aww, so soft! And I continue to be impressed with people with long hair that can do braids and stuff - talent :D

Oh this is perfect!! 😍

Natasha is mildly surprised to see Clint dash into the same subway car as her. Last she'd seen of him, he'd been saddled with extra paperwork after being a wise ass to Coulson again.

But Clint hasn't clocked her at all. His focus is on the one open seat. Natasha does a quick calculation. The seat is slightly closer to him, but his lack of situational awareness means he doesn't realize he has competition. And she lost a bet to Bobbi and had to teach beginner hand-to-hand course today so there's no way in hell she's standing on her way home.

She darts forward. She can tell the exact moment Clint realizes his mistake. Except instead of stopping like she'd expected him to, he acts as if nothing has changed.

Clint lands in her lap a second after she claims the seat.

"I'm not giving up this seat, Barton." she growls under her breath.

"Who's giving anything up?" Clint answers airily, "We're partners. Surely we can share."

Natasha rolls her eyes, but ultimately decides it would be unconscionable to dump someone face-first onto the floor of a New York City subway. Plus SHIELD would probably take any cost for medical treatment out of her pay.

And if she loops her arm around Clint's waist to keep him from falling as the train takes a particularly sharp turn, neither of them mention it.

The subway platform is muggy with the trapped exhaust of the hundreds of trains that have been through this station today. What's worse is the platform is currently swarmed with people.

When the air conditioned subway arrives, the doors are swarmed immediately. By the time Sam, Steve, Natasha and Clint get in, there's only one seat left. Clint gestures for Natasha to take the last seat and Natasha hands over her bag for him to carry as she sits.

"Hey, look at that. I guess your old school chivalry is still alive and we—"

Sam's words die in his mouth as Clint then immediately sits down on Natasha's lap.

Sam covers his eyes in exasperation, "Why are you two like this."

Natasha jabs Clint in the side, "Yeah, wait! You didn't even ask the old man if he wanted to sit!"

"This is more efficient." Clint replies over his shoulder to her, "Two of us get to sit instead of just one."

"Yeah, I'm not gonna fight them on this," Steve tries to sound serious but Natasha can hear the smile behind it.

"Neither am I!" Sam cries, "If they act like this in public then they have no respect for society!"

Clint straddled the chair and stared at the television but he wasn’t really watching. His eyes kept roaming around the living room, not quite believing over five years had passed.

Half a decade gone yet everything was the same. Same pictures on the walls, furniture in the exact same spots, his motorcycle still in the barn, untouched. It was somewhat surreal.

A commercial ended and the news flashed on drawing Clint’s attention. The GRC was making a big announcement today about how they would bring order to the nations.

It was a joke. Millions of people snapped back only to be displaced from their homes and jobs. Loved ones had moved on, lives had changed. The Avengers were so desperate to get back those they lost, they never thought about the consequences beyond the return.

Cameras panned outside of the GRC facility, showboating food lines and care package pick up centers. Where were all of these people going to sleep tonight?

Clint looked around again and felt guilty. He was part of the reason for this mess.

Hawkeye’s phone rang, startling him

“Are you seeing this shit?”

Bucky. Never one for pleasantries, Clint was thankful the surly soldier was still around.

”Yeah…”

“Listen, man. I gotta take off. Can you look up something on Zemo for me?”

“What is it?”

Bucky began rattling off the list of details needed on the Raft. Clint knew the prison best having been held there himself.

But Barton stopped listening a minute in. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of red curly hair on the screen, one of the workers handing out food but her face was blocked.

He fumbled for the remote to rewind but accidentally changed the channel instead.

Shit...

Clint flipped back but the news had gone on to another story.

“You got all that?” Bucky asked.

“No problem.”

He hung up and flipped through the other news channels but none covered the soup kitchen lines. Clint sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, not sure what he was looking for.

The back door banged open. Clint stood and called out.

“Lucky?”

The golden retriever bounded into the kitchen jumping excitedly around Clint’s legs.

“Whoa, what’s up with you, boy? You find a squirrel outside?”

“Yes, he did and it’s your turn to clean up the dead body this time.”

Clint’s neck snapped up.

“Nat?”

She smiled, walked over, set a bag on the counter and draped her arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry, I meant to be back before you woke up. We didn’t have eggs so I got us breakfast from J. J.’s.”

Clint bent and kissed her once, then twice, pulling her close for a third long drawn out kiss.

She tilted her head back and looked up at him with a lopsided smile.

“I’ll get you pancakes more often if I get a greeting like that every time.”

An emergency news report blared from the living room. The Flagsmashers had blown up a building killing several innocent people.

“We have to help, Nat.” Clint stated flatly, staring at the wreckage on the screen.

She grabbed the remote and switched off the TV .

“We did our jobs, we got everyone back.”

“No one could’ve predicted what's happening. This is chaos, we have to help.” He forced her to face him.

“No. We. Don’t.”

“Natasha,” Barton matched her stern tone, “you can not keep me locked away in this house forever.”

“Watch me.” She growled.

They squared off almost western style until Nat’s shoulders sagged and she began trembling.

“You don’t know what it was like. You were holding my hand and then... you were gone. NOTHING.”

Natasha sank to her knees, her breath coming in short raspy gulps. Clint dropped to the floor and gathered her in his arms.

“There was no enemy, no bad guys to go after or hunt down. You disappeared Clint! I won’t lose you again. I won’t risk you out there with those zealots, I don’t care.”

Clint scooped his wife up in his arms and carried her in the living room, nestling her on his lap in the recliner. She curled into him, trying to control her ragged breathing.

He held her, kissed the top of her head and ran his hands soothingly up and down her arms and back.

“I’m sorry.” He said into her hair.

Barton felt useless, not knowing what to do or say to ease her fears.

He looked around the room, his thoughts from earlier coming back.

“How did you do it? How did you keep this up for so long? The House? The Avengers?”

Hawkeye was so overwhelmed with the time skip, he hadn’t thought to ask her until now. When he ‘returned’ it was like he never left.

After he and Nat’s long separation during Tony and Steve’s epic fight and Clint’s imprisonment at the Raft, Natasha refused to leave the farm during Hawkeye’s house arrest when the Avengers went to battle with Thanos.

They both deserved one break between wars.

One sunny day, Clint and a short, curly haired Natasha were walking Lucky and the next thing he knew, Lucky tackled him, licking and slobbering all over his face in the rain.

Hugging Lucky off, Clint looked up to see Natasha with longer hair and blonde ends. The rest of the day was a blur of her hugging him and crying trying to explain what happened.

For the next two months she didn’t let him out of her sight.

“How could I not?” She asked, cupping his face. “Bruce said there was a chance... I would have waited ten years, it didn’t matter how long.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Anytime I tried to change the house, or put something away, it was like giving up on us. I couldn’t do it. There was no other choice, Hawk.”

She crumbled against him and began to cry. He engulfed her in a bear hug and squeezed tight burying his face in her hair.

He couldn't imagine Natasha disappearing into dust in front of his eyes. It would have destroyed him.

And the rare chance she came back? Fuck, he probably would’ve locked her in a cage never to come out.

But still, they were Avengers.

His phone rang. Barton sighed and held it up to show her.

Sam this time.

Natasha stiffened in his arms, knowing she couldn’t stop him if he felt obligated to leave.

“Yeah, Sam.”

“Clint? We need your help, man. I need eyes in the sky in D.C., fast.”

Clint looked at his wife and wiped the tears from her eyes with his thumb.

“No problem. I’ll have Kate on the way in an hour.”

Oooh, that is an interesting approach that I didn't expect! Turning almost everything on its head - who slipped away from whom, who's on the farm... Love it! Thank you!!!! <3

Inspired by The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue: Natasha, trying to escape a forced marriage, made a deal with the devil where she lives free of any attachments, but this means that anyone that meets her immediately forgets about her. Until she meets Clint.

BWAHAHA! I loved the other one but this? THIS is 1000x more LOL!

eeeeee! what a sweet fabulous wonderful twist!

heehee..thank you!!!

I'm currently rereading Addie LaRue and got someone else hooked on it. I LOVE THIS BOOK! <3

Clint goes down in a tangle of limbs, leaving Natasha to try and support all of his gangly-limbed weight.

She ducks them both behind the nearest cover, wincing at the squelch Clint makes. She quickly finds the place he's been torn open to apply pressure before she calls for a medical evac.

So she has one hand free to dispatch the remaining thugs before they can do further damage to her partner.

It takes most of the journey back before the medics declare Clint stable. Most of the night passes before he starts to wake up.

"What happened this time?" Clint groans.

"Well. You fainted straight into my arms. Which… you know, if you wanted my attention, you didn't need to go to such extremes."

"Fainting?! That was blood loss!"

"Hm. Pretty sure it's still fainting from blood loss." Natasha replies.

"It's unfair to hold me accountable for any actions taken after eating a hollow-point." Clint protests.

"Mhm. The old 'it was blood loss' excuse? Typical," she scoffs.

"Okay, what other people are you hanging out with who think blood loss is an acceptable manner of flirting?"

"Mostly Bucky. Steve once."

"Bucky… multiple times?!" Clint cries.

"Yeah. So catch up. Or think of something more inventive next time." Natasha tells him, looking at her nails.

Clint walks into SHIELD medbay with a smattering of broken bones and just a touch of internal bleeding. None of the nurses are trying to pretend to like him so it can't be that serious.

Although. They do send Hill.

"Run into another whole gang Barton?" she asks dryly. "Or did you just fall off another building?"

Clint grimaces.

Hill just sighs and shakes her head.

"Well maybe tell gravity to stop sucking so bad!"

"Above my paygrade," Hill gestures dismissively, "But maybe you can take up parkour or something."

Clint frowns at her as she laughs her way out of his room.

Normally he wouldn't even remember what Hill had been ribbing him about, but on his way home, he finds a flyer for a parkour gym in his neighborhood.

"Oh hey! It's you!" the teen behind the desk says immediately upon seeing him.

"Uhh…" Clint replies.

Natasha would be intensely disappointed in him.

"You're the one who rescued that mafia dog!" the teen elaborates.

The teen continues when Clint's only reply is to continue to look very confused, "Yeah, I used to work at that pizza place aaaages ago. I hope that dog is still okay."

"Oh. Uh, yeah. I kinda… stole-slash-adopted Lucky." Clint pauses to take out his phone.

Because like every other pet parent, he has to show everyone pictures of his dog. At the end of the photo album, the teen is almost beside themselves with dog envy.

"Hey. It's the least I can do for you rescuing that dog but… would you be interested in a free intro class?"

Clint shrugs because anyone in their right mind would have also rescue-slash-stolen Lucky but also he's not going to pass up a free anything.

---

A month later, Lucky and the teen who works at the desk after school on Thursdays are basically BFFs and Clint has quickly moved from the free intro class to a private session with the instructors because it turns out the random stuff he'd learned from the acrobats is incredibly valuable to the parkour kids.

So the next time he falls off a building, he tucks and rolls and redistributes the force of the fall like he'd learned.

"Parkour!" he yells as he springs to his feet.

Then winces because he definitely still twisted something.

ok so I definitely knew shouting "parkour!" after doing a silly trick was a joke but I didn't realize it was from the Office 😂

heheee so glad you liked both of them!

I wrote the first one then went ".... wait what if they were terrible chaos gremlin children?" and had to write the second one as well 😂😂

the last few lines had me cackling - AWESOMESAUCE!

then winces... of course you, old man! ;)

thank you thank you :D

listen it's an improvement 😂😂😅

but also Hill is still going to make fun of him for getting parkour lessons 😂

The Americans AU, aka the fic I have wanted forever.

Someone come talk to me about it, please.

They jump into your car breathless and tell you to keep driving.

We were set up on a blind date, but it went horribly, so now you message me every time you have a good date because you think your tips will help me in the future, you ass.

In a moment of stupidity, I keyed what I thought was my ex’s car only to be surprised when you come screaming towards me.

Our mutual friend has been talking us up to each other and when we finally meet, we have to tell them that we’ve been in a feud for the last six years. Unfortunately, I can’t stop thinking of all the nice things our friend has said about you.

Clint has done a lot of shitty jobs in his life, but this one is by far the worst. It’s been months and he’s used every excuse he can think of to avoid it, but it’s time to bite the bullet. It’s time to clean out Natasha’s room.

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