➸ Salt Water by eiluned

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: smut, angst | Smut: yes
Word count: 4348 | Status: complete

My comment:  Basically porn without plot.

His skin tastes like salt water.
She starts at his hipbone and traces the trails of ocean that slipped down his tanned flesh, lapping up the salt. She explores every ridge of muscle in his flat stomach, loves the strength of use and hard work she can feel there. He is strong because he fights, not because he vainly lifts weights. He is strong and flexible, and she wants to twist him into knots of pleasure.
It was a close quarters mission. They were holed up together in a goddamn shack on a beach in Nicaragua, tracking a drug cartel, and close quarters with her when it had been a good goddamn long while since Clint had gotten laid meant that he was about to claw down the fucking walls.
And Natasha, in her typically uncanny way, could read it in him.
He plunged into the Caribbean, but the water was too warm to cool him off, to quench the hot lust that kindled in his body at the sight of her. He thought she had gone into the jungle to check their cameras, but when he burst into the shack clad in just his wet boxer-briefs, she looked up at him from the book she was reading.
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➸ Playing House by chez_amanda

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: angst | Smut: yes
Word count: 8825 | Status: complete

My comment:  An undercover mission as a couple makes our two favourite assassins confront their own feelings

Of all the things that Natasha Romanoff had been asked to do for a mission, being a housewife had to be the weirdest. There wasn’t any doubt in her mind that she couldn’t, but her domestic skills had never really come into play in her work with S.H.I.E.L.D. In order to fit into her cover and the conservative gated community where she and Clint were headed, Natasha had to buy a new wardrobe. She wasn’t one for sweater sets, but from the intel in her mission folder, the women in this community did not do worn jeans and fitted t-shirts. There was now a considerable amount of beige and pastel in her closet.
Natasha hated beige.
Clint didn’t seemed thrilled about the polo shirt and chinos he was wearing either. Every couple of seconds, he fidgeted with the collar or shifted in his seat and Natasha tried not to laugh. Tactical gear was perfectly fine, but a pair of khaki pants and a collared shirt made him uncomfortable. She looked out the window at the desert thousands of miles below as she ran through her cover’s facts once again.
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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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➸ Underneath and Unexplored by eiluned

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: hurt/comfort | Smut: yes, explicit 
Word count: 5211 | Status: complete

My comment: A class on seduction with our favourite pair of assassins. A progression of emotion in five parts. Natasha-centric.

1. Natasha first tried to seduce Clint a few weeks after he helped her defect from Russia. Well, she gave it a half-hearted try back when he was just trying to kill her, but she didn’t think that counted.
The first time she tried it, she thought it was a way to repay her debt to him.
She was grateful, you see, that he had looked into her and saw something more than a coldly efficient spy and a killer. She was a coldly efficient spy and killer, but she had always felt something lurking beneath the surface. There was more to her than what she had been trained to do, but she had never really had the opportunity to dredge whatever that was from the bottom of her soul.
He looked at her and saw something. Maybe it was something familiar, something he recognized from himself, from his own past, but whatever it was, it made him stop, think twice about just putting her down. It made him defy his orders, made him help her rather than kill her.
And she thought sex would make up for that.
She was young back then, and her head was still firmly in a bad place.

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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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➸ Shelterby SugarFey

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: humour | Smut: no
Word count: 1384 | Status: complete

My comment: Short and cute fic starring Lucky and Liho from the comics! And of course, our favourite assassin couple. If you love the characterisation of 616!Clint or 616!Natasha, this is the perfect fic for you ;)

It’s been a long week and Lucky is pawing at the door, so Clint ignores the gathering clouds on the horizon and takes Lucky out for a long run.
It seems like a great idea, just him and his dog, the stresses of the world drowned out by the music blaring through the special sport headphones Kate gave him for Christmas. At least, it’s a great idea until Lucky spots a sleek black cat sunning itself on the sidewalk like it owns the place.
“Aw, cat,” is all Clint has time to say, and then Lucky is off.
The cat hisses and shoots around the corner, Lucky following behind. Swearing, Clint tries to run behind them, dodging confused tourists and angry locals. He collides with a shopper and nearly sends her bags flying.
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➸ Bruises by Tahllydarling (ff.net)

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: angst, hurt/comfrot, romance | Smut: yes
Word count: 66683 | Status: complete

My comment:  Angst angst and angst! Clint tries to deny his feelings for Natasha without any success. But right now, Natasha needs him, and he’ll go to the end of the world for her. A must read.

For several months he had tried to conceal the desire he felt for her whenever they are in close proximity but he knew he was fighting a losing battle. His desire for her would be his undoing and possibly the end of his career with SHIELD. He had made his peace with that thought some time ago and was content to sacrifice life as he knew it for he chance to be the one man she lit up for when she stepped into a room. Now however, she needed him more than she had ever needed him before and he was determined no matter the cost he would be there for her.
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➸ Worlds Collide by SugarFey 

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: angst, hurt/comfrot, romance | Smut: yes
Word count: 13215 | Status: complete

My comment:  A story of the development of Clint and Natasha’s relationship from the first day they met.

She has been in America for a month and progressed from interrogations with suspicious S.H.I.E.L.D agents to men and women in tweed with degrees in front of their names. Somewhere S.H.I.E.L.D has gone from considering her a threat to a salvageable asset.
She is not sure what to make of that.
Barton visits her in a quiet moment between the endless physical examinations and interviews. He tells her about the new bow he is testing, how the strike team he is placed on won’t stop bickering and that he isn’t allowed to smoke on base. After a good ten minutes of blather he asks about her day.
“They did a pelvic exam.”
Barton nods as if considering the information. “Ouch.”
She shrugs. Being poked and prodded by men in lab coats is a known variable.
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➸ Come and pin me down by chez_amanda

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: humour (?) | Smut: yes
Word count: 3959 | Status: complete

My comment:  Clintasha smut. Need I say more?

The first time that Clint had pinned Natasha had been nothing more than an accident brought on by some turbulence. They were in the back of a quinjet after evac when the craft hit an air pocket. Clint had been going through a bag of gear across from where Natasha stood, and then he was suddenly on top of her, pressing her against the metal hull. Surprised, Natasha had stared at him and found he looked just as shocked as she felt. The discomfort of the hard wall behind her was muted by the residual pain the rest of her body was in from the fight on the ground, but she discovered that Clint’s solid body quickly made her forget all about it.
Apologizing, Clint made sure she wasn’t injured before he moved away to finish what he had been doing. She stood there a moment, wondering what that odd feeling had been, and then secured herself into one of the seats. The thoughts remained with her for the rest of the flight home.
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➸ Know Thyself by eiluned

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: hurt/comfort | Smut: no
Word count: 1583 | Status: complete

My comment: Clint helps Natasha find herself after ‘The Winter Soldier’. Beautiful.

He found her.
He always found her, and it was a source of both frustration and relief. She could never just disappear because he would root her out, could never be completely alone because he was always a step behind her.
It took her years to realize that she didn’t actually want to be completely alone.
But this time was a little different. It wasn’t fear that made her disappear, though fear would probably be the smartest emotion she could feel. Or, it was fear, but not because her identity was blown wide open. It was fear that she wasn’t good enough. That she wasn’t trustworthy enough, and she needed to hide for a while, to lick her wounds and figure out how the hell she was going to face the world again, who she would be when she emerged from this cocoon.
For someone who could make herself into literally anyone, Natasha really didn’t know who she actually was deep inside.
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➸ Exposed by chez_amanda

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: humour (?) | Smut: yes
Word count: 1020 | Status: complete

My comment:  Short and cute clintasha smut

Natasha strolled through the large ballroom, peering around each makeshift room she entered. Deep red drapery formed the walls and entryways. She had lost sight of their mark, Gaertner, after he disappeared into a back room with the two strippers that had been dancing on the stage downstairs. Her eyes scanned each room for any sign of the German, but she kept her demeanor relaxed and nonchalant. The heavy perfume of incense and sex hung in the air, making it thick. A slow, steady beat from hidden speakers around the room mixed with sighs and grunts and the occasional crack of a paddle or whip against flesh.
Someone walked up behind her, trailing their hand down her exposed back. She fought the urge to twist the arm behind her back and spun around to face the person who was touching her so intimately.
“Clint, don’t do that,” she said and leaned into his ear. “You know I can hurt you.”
“Is that a promise?” he asked, grinning at her.
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