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SQUEEEEEEEEEE

"Little arrows in your clothing
Little arrows in your hair
When you're in love you'll find
Those little arrows everywhere"

Little Arrows, by one-hit wonder Leapy Lee (1968)

Eeeeep! I used this as Laura’s ringtone for Clint in my long fic at your suggestion. 😊😊 Can’t wait to see how it might get used again!

Neither Clint nor Natasha had been warned about the Skrulls.

Good one!

"I thought your cat might be lonely, Nat. Hi Liho - meet Goose."

lingering with your lips open, touching, but not kissing, and this one glance at their eyes and you say fuck it and pull at their collar to kiss them

Mmm yes please, will read!

pulling them by their belt to kiss them

it IS a gun in my pocket and no I’m not pleased to see you

Bwahaha :D

A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

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

One night Clint and Natasha drunkenly make a list of the worse chat up lines Nat's marks have ever used. Full of Dutch courage Clint bets he could use every single one of these on the person he likes and still get a date.However now sober he realizes there's only one problem with that, she's heard them all before.

Coffee Shop AU - when people hit on me and ask for my number, I usually make up a number to put on their cups, and today I just happened to write your number on your cup so you call me out

OT3 Prompt - They’ve both been feeding the same stray cat (or dog!) and the actual owner of the cat (or dog!) is upset because their pet is getting very fat

I went to great lengths
To find love
In all the wrong places
And when i stopped looking
I found it in the eyes
Of my best friend

(seen somewhere on tumblr)

"My head's underwater
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind" ("All of Me" John Legend)

"A thousand dreams I still believe
I'd make you give them all to me
I'd hold you in my arms and never let go
I surrender" ("I Surrender"- Celine Dion)

"Take a drunk girl home
Let her sleep all alone
Leave her keys on the counter, your number by the phone
Pick up her life she threw on the floor
Leave the hall lights on, walk out and lock the door" ("Drunk Girl" - Chris Janson)

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove. (Shakespeare)

A prompt I saw and liked the thought for a trio - Clint/Natasha/?? (My faves are Darcy or Bucky or both, but up to you!)

Prompt: She is determined to go on an epic road trip this summer. When her best friend bails out at the last minute, she talks one of her co-workers into joining her as a reluctant sidekick for the adventure of a lifetime.

Prompt for Clint/Natasha or a trio/quad - After a mix-up with their reservations, the characters find they both booked the same rental for the week. Rather than forfeit the deposit and ruin their plans, they decide it to share the space together.

Girls night out (or in)

Can't sleep

Photographic evidence

Mine field

Strike Team Delta never have an extraction plan - so how to do they get home?

(Mission style road trip? Could be a 5+1 fic?)

One: Kananaskis, Alberta

When Coulson sees the dead grizzly he is less than amused.

“What do you expect me to do with that, Barton??” he shouts over the whirr of the helicopter blades.

Clint shrugs.

“I’m sure the chopper has a winch and some wire. We can strap it on and just… I dunno. Dangle it? Like they do in war movies?”

“This isn’t a movie, and a G-8 Summit is not a war,” Coulson says firmly. “No matter how many wannabe assassins might be trying to stalk global leaders through the Canadian wilderness. How many did you pick up, anyway? Your report wasn’t clear.”

Clint shrugs again.

“I lost count. Six? Seven? The bear got two more, I think. At least that’s how many it looked like, after he was done with them.”

Coulson nods, with a satisfied Aha! Look on his face.

“And I don’t see you trying to bring any of those along for the ride home for your trophy collection, do I?”

Clint frowns.

“Why would I? They don’t have any fur to put in front of a fireplace.” He hesitates. “Except maybe that dude they called Boris? He had that hat… The bear didn’t like it, though. Took it personally, I think.”

Coulson looks at the grizzly again. A clean kill, right through the eye as expected; very little blood and no holes in its lush, end-of-winter pelt. He can almost see Barton’s point – but SHIELD almost certainly will not, given the paperwork the Canadians will insist on if they find out. Shooting a bear without a license, and with a bow and arrow, yet?

Clint can see the calculation in Coulson’s eyes.

“Straight up self-defense,” he says. “Came after me while I was waiting for extraction, right here. Otherwise, you think I’d have lugged it all the way up here? That thing must weigh 500 pounds, easy.”

Coulson considers the last several extractions he'd carried out for Agent Barton and shudders. One had involved a swarm of hornets, half of which had followed them into the chopper; another, a half-starved, dirty toddler apparently in need of better parents; and the last, that lethal Russian Barton had been supposed to kill, not bring home for expensive reprogramming.

Coulson comes to a conclusion.

“Fine, we’ll take the thing, Barton. But you can’t expect SHIELD to keep helping you bring the local wildlife home. You want that bear? Fine. But you walk out of here, because otherwise Accounting is going to interrogate me about excess fuel consumption. And from now on, you’re on your own for extraction - you and any unfortunate future partner Director Fury might decide to saddle with you. Deal?”

Barton casts a loving look at the heap of future warm, furry goodness at his feet.

“Deal,” he says and shoulders his bow. “Extraction is for wusses, anyway.”

Read the rest on AO3



Edited 2023-02-27 05:19 am (UTC)

"People call these things 'imperfections,' but they're not. That's the good stuff. And then we get to choose who we let into our weird little worlds. You're not perfect, sport. And let me save you the suspense. This girl you met, she isn't perfect either. But the question is whether or not you're perfect for each other."
- Good Will Hunting