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One time at a party I kissed someone's girlfriend and to make sure he wasn't mad about it, I kissed him too. I passed out and woke up to a groupchat with both of them that said "Did you make it home safe, baby?"

Oh, jeez, I do not have time for this…❤️

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall
You say it best, when you say nothing at all

"You're making it so hard to concentrate right now." "Good, pay attention to me."

(It's Aurora, I don't have a Dreamwidth account! This is unbeta'd, written at 11:30PM the day fills close. All mistakes will be blamed on that. ;) )

"You're making it so hard to concentrate right now."
"Good, pay attention to me." He quipped, poking her shoulder again. She snarled at him, setting aside the shampoo bottle she had in her hand.
“What is so important?” She asked, trying not to snap. She just wanted to re-arrange her linen closet. And then she wanted to take a long, hot bath, and a long, warm nap. Clint pulled his shoulders in.
“I just missed you the other day, and I wanted to let you know that I love you. I hate when we get separated for long assignments. Also, I made a bunch of bead lizard keychains, do you want one for your bag?” She smacked his shoulder. “Hey! I even made one black and red! Those are your colors!” He said, laughing as she chased him down the hall. It was good to be home.

“I didn’t tell you that I love you because I wanted to hear it back. I told you because I needed you to know.”

“Love is never kind; love is confusion and pain and abandonment. It’s every single nightmare your mind has been plagued by. And, yes, it can unmake you in ways you never thought were possible, but love - it will remind you what it’s like to be human.”

(It's Aurora, I don't have a Dreamwidth account! This is unbeta'd, written at 11PM the day fills close. All mistakes will be blame don that. ;) )

There are the familiar smells and sounds of a hospital; the sharp bite of antiseptics, the clatter of carts rolling down the hallway outside. Muffled announcements over the PA. The restraints on the bed are new. She watches as he sleeps, tossing and turning. She wonders if the restraints are making their way into his subconscious, but doesn’t dare to undo them. She brushes a lock of sweat-damp hair from his brow, and when he doesn’t fight her, continues to run her fingers through his hair. She watches as he settles a little, his movements slowing, muscles relaxing. She gives him a soft, heartbroken smile.
“You told me you loved me. Back in Nevada. It feels like a lifetime ago.” She brushes her hand along his cheek. “You must have known, that if I could have survived for ten minutes without the AC, that I would have bolted.” She huffs quietly. He shifts in his sleep, as if turning towards her. It isn’t the first time he has done that; it isn’t the first time she has spoken to him.
“And the truth is…I… Back in the Red Room, attachments were tools to hurt. We were taught to analyze a target from all angles. How could we exploit their weaknesses- their pride, their blind spots, their greed, their naivety… their families. We were taught that to form attachments would be to leave a, a, hole. In our armor. Something that could, that would be used against us. We were told to always work alone. We didn’t need partners, or lovers, or children. No teams to watch our backs. Only handlers with orders, impersonal and never the same between missions. That love, that relationships, were only a tool to use to get what we wanted. We were told that we were weapons, and who loves a weapon? Those who wish to use them, wish to control someone else.” She blinks at her hand, knotted into a fist in the sheets. She lets go of the sheets, letting her hands fall to her lap. There, they feel cold, and she brings her hand back up to continue to stroke through Clint’s hair. She sits in the sounds of the steadily beeping monitors for a minute.
“I want to… to love you. I think, maybe, I do. But love is… it’s never kind. It is confusion, and pain, and abandonment. It’s every single nightmare your mind has been plagued by. And that scares me. It scares me that I feel that way about you.” She says quietly, gazing at her hand where it rests against Clint’s cheek. She startles as she feels him tug against the restraints, looking up to see him watching her. He smiles softly at her, and she reaches to undo the restraints on his wrists.
He rubs his wrists for a moment, flexing undoubtedly sore muscles and stretching his back. As he sits up, he takes her hand, pressing it back against his cheek so that he can turn his head and press a kiss to her palm.
“I didn’t hear all of what you said. But I heard enough. I need you to know you can take all the time you need. But I also need you to know that, yes, love can unmake you in ways you never thought were possible, but love - it will remind you what it’s like to be human.” His thumb rubs along the back of her hand, and his eyes fall to his lap for a moment, to his other hand resting there.
“When Loki…When he had me, I. I kept thinking about you. About getting back to you. And then on the bridge, when we fought, I didn’t want to hurt you. Thank you for stopping me.” He said, glancing up at her. She smiled back, reaching to take his hands in hers.
“I’m not sure you should be thanking me for the bedrest you’ve been ordered.” She teased, giving his hands a gentle squeeze. He chuckled. “But I’m just thankful I was there to help. And thank you. I… I’d like to think about it all some more. It’s a lot to process. Not to mention the magic possession, and all the rest. After this, though. I’d like to try loving you.” He raised their joined hands, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
“All the time you need. I’ll be right here.” He said, and she had to lean down and kiss him.

We’re both meant to be going on blind dates with other people but we sat down at the wrong table and got our hopes up

I've seen this come by a few times... will this be the lucky time, or do I have to write it myself??

They're neighbors, and maybe he is the one who always forgets one of his socks or the boxers with some truly ugly print in the dryer the whole building shares, or plays his music too loud, or she's got some weird visitors and he snoops around.

Dude, no. If you kill me that just leaves you, the crazy guy and the CAT!’

They never told me the target was also a trained killer. Did they tell you?

Kiss on the forehead

Always!!!💘

Based on Clint's very first appearance in Tales of Suspense, I want ColdWar!superspy!Natasha trying to hide her job from her new All American boytoy who's living in her spare bedroom.

Um, this is AMAZING? I need to read this, like, yesterday.

You took the words right out of my mouth (it must’ve been while you were kissing me)

Drunk original 6 karaoke has been going well until Clint steps up to sing a love song.

I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that. (Oh, who am I kidding? I’d totally do that…)

Meatloaf tributes! WHOO!

We're on a mission for valentines day and you've brought me a really thoughtful gift and all i've got you is this gag gift

Early Shield Natasha trying to set up Clint for valentines day

Oh my goodness, early Shield Nat has always been such a great a dynamic. So much miscommunication and learning how to trust— so perfect

There's nothing like a anatomy lesson to make you appreciate someones body.

Someone is very enthusiastic about their new friends with benefits relationship but it's making the tension even worse between Clint and Natasha

Edited 2022-02-05 04:15 pm (UTC)

(Stealing from SGTEAM! MWAH!)

Clint stays up late to watch curling and Natasha is woken up by him yelling 'SWEEEEEEEEP'
(or if you wanna get a little racy, 'HARD!')

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Laura to Fury: I think it’s time I took a new assignment.

AKA: How Laura told Fury she wanted to retire. And how Fury convinced her to take a remote desk job.

For some people a romantic guesture is flowers and some jewellery for others it's rescuing their sister from certain death

Ooo I would read this!

What Natasha doesn't know is that Clint's been keeping a ledger of his own.

(I envisioned this as angsty but really it could go either way)

It takes Natasha much longer than it should to spot the pattern. (In her defense, even JARVIS hadn't picked it up.) But once she does see it, it's like a slap in the face. A letter written in the blood from her own ledger.

"New high priority notification for you, Agent Romanoff." JARVIS' voice cuts through her self-beratement.

"Hit me, Jarv."

The AI brings up a map overlaid with the locations of several police reports written in panicked Japanese describing a single attacker with a katana taking out an entire cell of Yakuza and their local HYDRA contact. There are no cameras this time, but this has Clint's fingerprints all over it.

"Do you have the victim profiles?" Natasha asks.

She can't keep the tiredness out of her voice. She's so tired. She's been tired for ages. Tired of holding everything together. Alone.

Tired of telling herself not to hope.

"Coming right up." JARVIS replies.

He displays a brief loading bar while his algorithm collates data. It's not hard for Natasha to pick out Clint's target in Tokyo. She can still identify the woman who'd compromised their cover and almost left Natasha with a permanent limp.

Natasha taps her foot against the table agitatedly. "What do you think, Jarv? Three is too much for a coincidence, right?"

The AI hesitates for a moment before replying. "Statistically, the data set is much too small." He pauses dramatically because he was programmed by Tony Stark, "However I find it prudent to inform you that all commercial flights to and from Japan are suspended due to a typhoon."

Natasha laughs because she's starting to think that her AI companion might just be a goddamned romantic.

"Next you're going to tell me the jet is already all warmed up for me."

"Agent Romanoff, I must inform you that it is against my terms of service for you to hack my thought processes like that." the AI jokes dryly.

"You know you can just ask for some alone time, right?" Natasha quips in return.

"Wouldn't dream of it. now. I do believe you might be procrastinating…"

Natasha scoffs. But she shoves off the desk a bit too quickly for her to not have been caught out. She doesn't bother packing a bag, she goes straight for the jet landing.

"Don't forget an umbrella, Agent Romanoff!"

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Natasha holds her hand out. The rain is hard enough that it stings her bare skin. Still, she doesn't flinch, too afraid of scaring Clint.

"I got your message." Natasha says, low enough that the rain almost drowns her out.

Clint tilts his head towards her as the only indication he's heard her.

"We- I… want you to come home." she continues, even though every second Clint lets her hand hang between them makes her want to curl up and never face the world again. "I'm sorry it took me so long to see-"

Clint reaches out to grab her hand. Somehow it feels like the first time and Natasha tries her best not to hold on too tightly.

"Okay." Clint says.

"Okay."

Under the umbrella together, everything else falls away with the rain.

Odyssey AU with Clint as Odysseus and Natasha as Penelope, in which Clint is just trying to figure out how to get home while Natasha takes advantage of all her suitors to obtain state secrets and try to get her husband back.

Edited 2022-02-07 06:04 am (UTC)

mythology au, yes!!
research and a prompt🧐 yay!

Clint, having seen his parents, doesn't believe in soulmates despite being a hopeless romantic. Natasha, having seen her "parents" (ie Melina and Alexei), longs for a soulmate of her own, despite believing love is for children.

Bonus if Clint finds out that his parents weren't actually soulmates after all.