➸ 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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➸ 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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➸ 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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➸ 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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