➸ After The War by ashen_key
Warnings: none
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: alternate universe, romance, fluff, family | Smut: none
Word count: 487 | Status: complete
My comment: Clintasha WWII AU, it’s short, cute and fluffy.
Sergeant Clinton Barton had plans now that the war was over. To be honest, he’d been forming these plans since Bastogne, where he had spent far too long sitting in freezing foxholes waiting for the Germans to bomb the shit out of his company.
In no particular order, these plans were:
Move somewhere where it didn’t snow;
Get out the hell of the army, and;
Track down that genius redhead who worked for the British Foreign Office and see if she wanted to walk out again.
There’d been other girls, particularly in Austria once victory had been declared, but Natalia Romanoff? She’d been something, all right. He wouldn’t be surprised if she’d found herself another man, but he’d be disappointed.
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➸ Seasons of Wither by MG12CSI16
Warnings: mentions of abortion
Characters: Clint, Natasha, Pepper, Tony
Genres: angst, hurt/comfort, family | Smut: none
Word count: 5379 | Status: complete
My comment: There’s so much angst, but eventual fluff.
There’s something about her apartment that’s always made him feel at ease. Maybe the soft, burnt orange walls or the seemingly endless amount of books that take up every available space from the coffee table to the kitchen counter (she reads when she cooks, he’s caught her off guard a few times while he’s on his way out the door). Either way there’s always been something about being in her presence (even if it’s just until he gets dressed again) that melts away the stress of his job, his life, all of it. Except for tonight, right now as she’s pacing in front of him and the muscles beneath her skin are flexing with every ounce of (Anger? Worry? Clint actually can’t tell this time but any of the above are acceptable). There’s a stick on the table in front of him, a little white plastic stick with two pink lines and although his mind is screaming at him and telling him that he has no idea what it means, he can feel deep down inside that he knows damn well.
She’s pregnant. Of all the things that could have happened between them two it ends with this.
A baby.
Fucking great.
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➸ Silver Bells by AlphaFlyer
Warnings: none
Characters: Clint, Natasha, Fury, Coulson, Hill, OC
Genres: romance, fluff, family | Smut: none
Word count: 12061 | Status: complete
My comment: It’s not even near Christmas, but this fic brings back all the beautiful Clintasha Christmas feels :’) Lots of cute fluff to satisfy all your immense fluff-needs. It isn’t one of those ‘cute family fics’, if you’re wondering.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Clint stares at Fury as if the good Director has suddenly sprouted a second eye – on a stalk. “S.H.I.E.L.D. actually expects us to take a live baby on a mission? An immobile, inarticulate, defenseless miniature civilian…”
“… who isn’t even toilet trained?” Natasha finishes his sentence, but her partner isn’t done.
“And you want us to take that same baby into a situation where they’re not only exposed to dangerous criminal activity, but are actually the featured bait? Can’t you get R&D to give us a – what’s that term they throw around down there – live model decoy? Seems appropriate enough, under the circumstances.”
Natasha invokes the final trump card.
“Have you talked to Legal, whether S.H.I.E.L.D.’s third-party liability insurance covers cases of gross negligence by senior management? Imagine the law suit.”
“I’m confident that you two can make sure that the kid is not actually in danger,” Fury growls, unmoved. (The bit about the insurance, Natasha notices, is left unaddressed.)
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