➸ Colours of My World by thiswilldrivemecrazy

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha 
Genres: romance, alternate universe | Smut: none 
Word count: 2428 | Status: work in progress

My comment: AU where everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate. My favourite AU tbh, pity this story isn’t finished, I really hope the author intends to continue writing it!

Clint lives in a black and white world. It makes things easier, really. Targets are sharper, and he knows how things work. Stuck on a mission in the depths of Russia in winter, he knows everything is pretty much black and white anyway, until he glances down his binoculars at his target. He’s memorized her face, so he knows it’s the right person, but no-one had thought to mention her hair colour, or the brilliant green of her eyes, standing out starkly against the black and white of the terrain. He’s mesmerized by the colours and knows that he cannot take the shot. He won’t be the one to put her down. Instead, he stows his weapon, and starts to move towards her. He knows she’s dangerous, and he just has to hope she’s not going to see him as a target.
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➸ Criminals by eiluned

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: angst (?), alternate universe | Smut: yes
Word count: 1469 | Status: complete

My comment:  A Clintasha partners-in-crime AU 

Mexico was nice. Clint leaned back in his beach chair and rubbed at the scar on his leg; it ached despite the hot sun. But he liked Mexico, and he liked the sight of Natasha in a white bikini swaying across the sand, margarita in hand and red hair blowing in the breeze.
They started out as rivals, two assassins working for the same boss, and there was only room for one hitman at the top. Much to their mutual annoyance, they ended up on the same job, both given the assignment probably in the hope that one would kill the other. They killed the mark together, because it was that or die trying to finish the job separately.
Clint found Natasha in his bed that night, naked and seductive, and he knew she was there to kill him. He fucked her anyway, pinned her to the bed and fucked her until she screamed, and then she took her turn, tying his hands to the headboard and blowing his mind.
After that night, they decided they worked well together, in bed and out of it. He was the guns and she was the brains. She was a beautiful distraction and he never missed a shot. They stole from the best, traded in secrets, killed for the highest bidder.
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➸ Caught by execution_empress

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: romance, alternate universe | Smut: no
Word count: 1989 | Status: complete

My comment:  A cute mermaid!Natasha and circus archer!Clint AU :)

Working in the circus, Clint’s seen a lot of sideshow attractions. He’s seen them come and go, some staying for years while others only last a season. He’s seen those that are real and those that are fake. Usually those that are real weren’t as interesting as the phony ones.The phony ones all mimick fantasy creatures. Unicorns and baby dragons. Satyrs and centaurs. There were even a few that pretended to be merpeople.
It was easy to see why Clint wasn’t impressed with the new attraction.
She only travels by tank, which Clint thinks is ridiculous. He hears her protest over the bathing suit top she needs to wear until a few good points make her put it on (reluctantly, of course). Her tail, though it looks life-like, is something she constantly wears. He wonders when she ever leaves her tank or how she even goes to the bathroom in that thing. There are a few scales on her skin and a fin on her back and he admires the details, as well as make-up work, that went into her design.
He’s not fooled though. He still thinks it’s all an act.
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➸ Pick-up Lines and Mistletoe by dauntlessblackhawk (ff.net)

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha, Barney Barton
Genres: humour, romance | Smut: no
Word count: 1335 | Status: complete

My comment: Short and sweet Clintasha AU one-shot just in time for Christmas!

When Clint Barton was a kid, he never really celebrated Christmas. Every other house in his neighbourhood would be beautifully decorated with red and green lights, with grand Christmas trees that sat in corners of living rooms, and stockings that hung neatly above warm fireplaces. But his house was always dark and gloomy. Clint lost his mother when he was five and his brother, Barney, six. Their father was the one who had driven her to the edge of insanity, which was what made her end her own life, leaving two sons (who were too young, really) to fend for themselves. Their father drank, a lot. He gambled, often. Every time he lost money from gambling (which happened really frequently), he’d get himself drunk and start hurling heavy objects towards the brothers.
That was an everyday occurrence until the day Barney turned fifteen. Barney had been unwrapping his only birthday present (something Clint got him that’s really not worth mentioning) when they heard two clear raps on their front door. 
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➸ After The Bombs by SugarFey 

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: angst, romance, alternate universe | Smut: yes
Word count: 3151 | Status: complete

My comment:  Heartbreaking yet beautiful Clintasha au fic, set during wartime. 

Three weeks after Natasha moved in to a draughty attic room in a boarding house in London, a letter arrived in the post, bearing the address of an American convalescent hospital. They were Clint’s words but not in his hand, as if he had dictated to a nurse or some helpful volunteer, and Natasha read the letter standing at the kitchen table, one hand flat against the wood in case she needed to steady herself.
She boarded a train at two o’clock that afternoon and sat in the window seat of an empty compartment, watching burnt husks of buildings give way to trees and fields that reminded her of Bletchley Park.
The military hospital was grey, character-less and sterile. Nurses and doctors in starched uniforms filled the corridors and the smell of cleaning fluid stung her nose. It took a short while for Natasha to find the ward named in the letter, but finally she did.
The doctor in the ward gave her an indulgent smile that did not quite meet his eyes. “He can’t hear very well,” he told her. “And he might have trouble speaking. But he can write.”
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➸ Mr. & Mrs. Barton (Or: Why Natasha Sends Jennifer Aniston an Annual Apologetic Fruit Basket) by shellybelle

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: romance, drama, au | Smut: yes
Word count: 13630 | Status: complete

My comment:  A must-read Clintasha Mr and Mrs Smith AU. It is just not possible to not have imagined our favourite pair of assassins playing the two main roles while you watch Mr and Mrs Smith, right?

“Egy nagy tejeskávé, kérem.” 
Something about the woman’s voice caught Clint’s attention, and he glanced up from his newspaper in time to see a slim, pretty redhead flash a dazzling smile at the barista as she handed over some cash in exchange for a large cup of foam. She turned away, tossing a few red curls out off her forehead, and Clint caught her eye.
She stopped for half an instant. Hesitated an instant more.
And then, slowly, cautiously, she smiled.
Clint tilted his head to the side, nudged the other chair away from the table, and raised an eyebrow in invitation.
The woman set her bag on the floor and sat down across from him, her latte in her hands. “So,” she said in American-accented English, and damn but that voice was like honey dripping off the comb. “You’re American.”
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➸ buying a stairway to heaven by zihna

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha, Mcu!Avengers 
Genres: hurt/comfort, alternate universe | Smut: no, brief mentions 
Word count: 34592 | Status: complete

My comment: One of the best Clintasha AUs I’ve ever read. This fic uses the plot of The Avengers but in an alternate universe where the six of them are fallen angels, messengers and servants of God. There are also some BrucexTony and past StevexTony in it but it’s a must-read especially if you like mythology as much as I do.

God has many eyes. Some are small, some are vast, some peer into the darkness, others stare into the sun, but no pair of eyes is sharper than Uriel’s.
(Though that is not what he will call himself, one day. Uriel is a strange name, even among humans.)
Uriel’s eyes see everything, given enough time.
He finds Gabriel in 1881. It was only a matter of time, really, and good ol’ Gabe hasn’t made himself all that hard to find. (Granted, it’s been nearly three thousand years. He’s grown arrogant, not that he wasn’t in the first place.)
“Raz,” Uriel whispers. “I’ve got him.”
“We moving in?”
On the wind, there’s the faintest rustle of wings.
Uriel pauses. “No,” he says, folding his own wings (wide, golden-brown) in tight. “Not today. We know where he is. Now we just wait.”
“For what?” Raziel turns towards him, heaven’s light stirring beneath her eyes.
Uriel is God’s sharpest pair of eyes, and he is the archangel of wisdom. “For when it’s time.”
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➸ Cupid by AlphaKantSpell

Warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, suicidal thoughts 
Characters: Clint, Natasha, Phil Coulson, Barney Barton
Genres: alternate universe (ish), hurt/comfort, romance | Smut: yes 
Word count: 46088 | Status: work in progress

My comment: What if Clint was actually a cupid? A cute (yet at times heartbreaking) Clintasha fic.

“Well Fuck.”
The capital F was important. It stood for “Frankly Ulcers Can Kill,” as in he felt a lethal ulcer forming because of the given circumstances. Those weren’t things a person said upon meeting the love of their life, with a capital F or otherwise. However, Clint had never been a normal person. Not even in the unusual fellow sort of sense – he was literally not a person. To be more precise he was a Cupid. ‘Match Maker, Match Maker make me a match’. That kind. He had wings and everything (though they were tiny – no bigger than a quail’s wings, not even restaurant quality). Clint even had an inexhaustible set of magic love sparking arrows, though that’s getting ahead of things.
More important than all the menial tidbits about Cupids and their duties was the fact that Clint could see the love strings that connected any random person to any other random person. They came in a multitude of colors from platonic friendly yellow to Roxanthin Red for romantic love, invisible and intangible to non Cupids. He once followed a rosebud pink line from a quiet girl on a city bus to a farm hand several miles away. The string connected the two by their ring fingers over the long distance without snagging. Clint pricked the woman with an arrow (just as invisible to her as her own love line) with an urge to stop by the farm one day soon. As far as he knew the couple was still happily married.
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➸ Bows and Catapults by Sproid

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha, OC 
Genres: hurt/comfort, alternate universe | Smut: no 
Word count: 8345 | Status: complete

My comment: What if Clintasha first met when they were children?

The Laurensons put Clint in a room with a tree outside the window. In his opinion, that’s a really stupid thing to do, because if they ground him there’s no way they could make him stay in the house when the tree is right there. He hasn’t said anything though, because he’s not as stupid as they are even though he’s only nine, and also because he really likes watching the branches make cool shadows on the ceiling at night. Sometimes when he can’t sleep, he puts his hearing aids back in and goes to sit on the window ledge so he can listen to the wind make the leaves whisper to him. It always calms him down.
He’s doing that tonight. Not because he can’t sleep though, but because he doesn’t want to. At dinner, Ben and Monima told him that they’re going to pick up another foster kid tomorrow, and he knows what that means. Oh, they said it’s because they’ve always had two kids at once, and he needs someone his own age to play with, but that’s not how it works. The new kid won’t like Clint, and Ben and Monima will prefer her so they’ll get rid of Clint, and he won’t see this room again. He’s already got most of his things in the backpack hidden under his bed, so that when they tell him they don’t want him any more, he can run away before they can pass him on to someone else.
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➸ bright horizon beckons (series) by sweetwatersong

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha 
Genres: alternate universe, hurt/comfort | Smut: none 
Word count: 2188 | Status: work in progress

My comment: Another beautiful Clintasha AU. Ever wonder what it’d be like if one of them has wings?

The irony tastes like copper in his mouth, like dust and ashes: if he only had his wings, he could fly out of this mess. But he can’t because he’s lost them, because they’ve been torn from his back and the scars have never quite healed; because for twenty years he’s only had bloody designs dripping down his back, had the mockery of reality, of the past. The car starts to tip farther over the edge even as Clint makes it to the window, makes it out from under the crumpled roof with hands slashed with glass and a heart lashed by fury.
It’s still not going to be enough.
The valley is wide below him, deep and welcoming and echoing, and he thinks almost absently of a sea he cannot cross over, of knowing at last he is sinking instead of swimming. Maybe he has been, all along.
With a metal-tearing groan his car shifts again, rocking forward as its rear wheels scrape against the loose rocks. Those are sent tumbling down in a mockery of an advance guard, a demonstration of gravity, and still Clint refuses to close his eyes. He doesn’t want to see his life flash before them; he remembers it all, all too well.
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➸ Adagio, allegro by Anuna

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha 
Genres: alternate universe, romance | Smut: none 
Word count: 1230 | Status: complete

My comment: Cellists!Clintasha au! It’s a very beautiful piece of work. You’ll love it even more if you know how to play instruments or at least read music, like me.

Natasha blinks and pries her eyes open to the sounds of rain beating against the window. Allegro her mind supplies, too insistent for early hour. She closes her eyes. The bed is soft and warm, even more than usually, and she stretches and turns toward the man sleeping next to her. Clint’s breathing is steady, calming largo so she buries her face against his chest and he doesn’t even stir. She remains like that, listening to symmetric beat of his heart, the full thump – thump – thump echoing under her palm. She remains like that for couple of minutes, until last remnants of sleep are gone.
She gets up, goes to the bathroom collecting Clint’s shirt from last night on the way hoping it would somehow contain his warmth. It doesn’t, but it still smells of him, which distracts her from the cold floor boards under her bare feet. She finds her thick woolen socks in the bathroom and pulls them on as she sits on the toilet. The wool is rough and it scratches while she brushes her teeth and observes her reflection. Her face in the mirror shows lack of sleep, but she’s not complaining about that. Then she goes to the kitchen, makes herself a cup of black tea (strong) and wanders into the living room.
Two cellos rest in the middle of the living room, hers comfortable against the far end of her green sofa, and Clint’s taking up the space in front of the big armchair. She nears it until she can study it from up close. The strings are all neat and the wood is well cared for, but she can see its age, she can see it’s worn, reminding her of an old soldier wearing his best uniform.
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➸ You’re poison, running through my veins by mercscilla

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha, Fury 
Genres: alternate universe, hurt/comfort, angst | Smut: none 
Word count: 923 | Status: complete

My comment: Another amazing Clintasha AU.

The case has trouble written all over it from the beginning, from the moment they’re called into Commissioner Fury’s office. Someone has given the department a tip to take a closer look at recent deaths of high society men that were determined to be sudden heart attacks with no foul play involved. According to the little birdie though, they’re anything but ordinary deaths. Unfortunately, the source is found dead the next morning near the river but Fury decides to investigate further, turning the case over to Clint and Coulson.
“You never miss a thing, Barton,” the Commissioner tells him and he’s right. Only a few days later, after hours of digging, Clint finally finds something, the one thing connecting the deaths. Each man has died within the next 48 hours after visiting the infamous nightclub Spider’s Web.
The men of the upper class love it, for what happens behind the scene is every man’s dream of sin coming true. Of course, it’s never acknowledged they’re part of the debauchery taking place in the rooms beyond the club and getting the information from the families of the deceased is quite the battle. Sins belong to the night, are the words they hear over and over again. Never to see the light of day.
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