➸ Faithfully by wtfrenchtoast

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha 
Genres: smut, fluff | Smut: yes
Word count: 3392 | Status: complete

My comment: So much shameless smut + Clintasha baby fic c:

Clint startles awake. His phone buzzes obnoxiously; who the hell? He glances at the digital clock on his nightstand. 3:44. And not in the afternoon.
Bleary-eyed, he grabs the offending object and glares at it accusingly, until he notices the source. It’s a text from Natasha.
You up?
She’s in Beijing, working. It’s roughly, what, quarter to five in the afternoon there? He groans, but replies anyway.
I am now. You good?
Get online.
He blinks slowly. If he had ever made the mistake of thinking that being married to Natasha meant he would have her figured out, that was an illusion long past.
Alright.
Clint swings his legs over the side of his narrow, SHIELD-standard twin bed and clicks the lamp on. The yellowed light is harsh and he winces as his eyes adjust.

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➸ Laid Bare by chez_amanda, eiluned

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha, Phil Coulson
Genres: hurt/comfort, fluff | Smut: yes, explicit 
Word count: 19594 | Status: complete

My comment: So much unapologetic smut.

“All right, Agent Barton. You’ve convinced Director Fury,” Coulson said as he stepped back into his office. “You are to fly to Moscow and make contact with Agent Romanoff. Provide assistance with her mission if she deems it necessary.”
Swallowing a sigh of relief, Clint picked up the black folder Coulson slid across the desk to him. Natasha was in trouble. Well, she might be in trouble. She had been undercover in Moscow for the last month and a half, and she hadn’t made contact with S.H.I.E.L.D. in the last two weeks. So she might be in trouble, but no one really knew, and Clint wasn’t going to take any chances. This was Natasha, and Clint never fucked around when her safety was on the line.
“That is your identity,” Coulson continued, sitting with his usual precision of movement. “You are Alex Reynolds, the son of an American oil baron, and you are in Moscow for a series of meetings with a Russian petroleum company. This will leave your evenings free to visit The Pigalle, the club where Agent Romanoff is working undercover. Your flight leaves tomorrow morning.”
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➸ Simple Together by samalander

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: fluff, romance | Smut: yes 
Word count: 2056 | Status: complete

My comment: Beautifully written smut and fluff. Read it, you won’t regret it.

So many people look at Natasha and only see what she wants them to. They see the quirk of her hip, the swell of her breasts, the bow of her lips, and they assume that she is perfect. They assume that she is the paradigm she presents; they forget that she’s actually, under all the fight and deadly grace, a human woman.
Clint doesn’t make that mistake.
He knows about her faults; even the ones he hasn’t seen firsthand, because she’s told him about them in great detail. And Clint loves her for them, he loves the way she keeps score, like she has something to atone for.
(She doesn’t, not with him.)
And he loves how real she is, solid and soft under his fingertips in a way that no one else in his life is. Real like a weapon, like his bow, and her knows her cracks and flaws in the same intimate way.
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➸ 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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➸ Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts by chez_amanda

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha 
Genres: humour, fluff | Smut: none 
Word count: 1259 | Status: complete

My comment: Looking for cute fluff? This will definitely do ;) Drunk and dumbass Clint does what a drunk and dumbass Clint do right? ;)

Perhaps it was her paranoid nature, but sometimes when Clint went out, Natasha would follow him. She convinced herself it wasn’t so much spying as surveillance - something could happen and he might need back-up. Though if she were completely honest with herself, she was just worried about something happening to Clint. This feeling of dread had only intensified since they graduated from being partners in the strictly professional sense to being partners in the romantic sense as well. Keeping herself concealed proved difficult at times - Clint hadn’t earned the nickname “Hawkeye” for nothing.
Tonight, Clint was holed up at his favorite dive in Bed-Stuy with a bug that she had sewn into the collar of his shirt. Three floors above the bar, Natasha was listening in to everything he said - which consisted of ordering beer after beer. A couple pigeons were keeping her company as she sat in the dark, dusty storage space. Through the earpiece she could hear the muffled din of the bar’s jukebox playing what Clint considered “real music.” Considering the place still had a jukebox was telling of its status among other New York bars. Natasha was pretty sure that the owner hadn’t added any music to the jukebox since 1979.
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➸ Cocktails on the Balcony by Artemis_Day

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha 
Genres: fluff, romance | Smut: none 
Word count: 1263 | Status: complete

My comment: If you’re a bit down and looking for cute fluff, this will be the one for you, because who doesn’t like to see them flirt in an undercover mission?

It’s a calm summer night in Tuscany, but Clint can’t really enjoy himself. It would be one thing if he was spending the night alone, sitting in the tallest tree he could find with the wind in his hair and the leaves under his boots. It’s no coincidence that his codename is Hawkeye. He’s always felt the most alive in a makeshift nest with the world at his feet.
The real problem is that Italy has never agreed with him. Too warm all the time. He’s more partial to Sweden and other Scandinavian countries.
There is one very good reason that he’s standing out on this balcony in the middle of the dreariest cocktail party in the history of dreary cocktail parties, dressed to the nines in his finest monkey suit, and trying to forget that his wine is of the wrong label and far too dry. It’s not the bomber who’s sent a dozen anonymous threats to blow this whole place sky high tonight, and it’s definitely not to sample the high class Hors d'oeuvres (which all taste like stale balloons to Clint’s low class American tastes). The real reason is in a curve hugging red dress, swaying her hips for the balding old man she’s been charming information out of for ten minutes.
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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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➸ A Marked Difference by chez_amanda

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: romance, fluff | Smut: yes, explicit 
Word count: 2376 | Status: complete

My comment: If you’re looking for some cheering up, this cute and fluffy fic will be perfect for you.

Natasha had a tattoo.
Ever since Clint had gotten a glimpse of the small circle of black on her left hip, he couldn’t get the idea out of his mind. It was too quick to get a good look at the design because she was changing out of her suit after a mission. Nothing in her file mentioned the tattoo, so he assumed it had to be a recent addition. Even though he had seen her undressed a few times in the past, he never saw the tattoo. That was something he would have definitely remembered. Natasha didn’t seem the type to get a tattoo on a whim, or at all. So what the hell was it?
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