➸ 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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➸ Hymn of the End by Mockingjay34 (ff.net)

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: angst | Smut: no
Word count: 473 | Status: complete

My comment:  It’s short, it’s brutal, it’s beautiful.

Clint, surprisingly, was a religious man. 
He went to church, prayed over his meals, read the bible. He had God and believed Jesus was his savior. He believed someone could help redeem him from his past. Only the people who he let in knew. He wasn’t a very open man.
Natasha, not so surprisingly, is not a religious woman.
She never went to church, never thanked any higher power, never cracked open a bible. She doesn’t believe there is anything else. She doesn’t believe it’s possible for anyone to save her. Everyone knows this. But she isn’t a very open woman regardless.
“I just don’t get it,” Natasha would say.
“You have to put your faith somewhere,” Clint would answer.
“I put mine in a bullet.”
“Yeah, but even a gun can misfire.”
And they left it at that.
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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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➸ girl leave your boots by the bed by sweetwatersong

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha 
Genres: romance | Smut: none 
Word count: 462 | Status: complete

My comment: Short and beautiful Clintasha fic with perfect characterisation.

Another day, another mission, another SHIELD safe house with red clay bootprints on the carpeted stairs, bloodstains on the floral hallway pattern. Clint would feel bad about it, really, but any agent who outfitted a bolthole should know better than to imitate Martha Stewart’s tastes in a place meant to be shot up and blown to hell. Maybe they’ve already resigned from SHIELD and taken up interior decorating, the archer thinks almost grimly as he opens the master bedroom door with one hand, supporting Natasha with the other.
Once the spacious shower and wall of mirrors reveal that the worst injuries are deep scrapes and bad grazes only, he thinks a little more kindly of the unknown agent. It doesn’t keep him from tromping through the pristine white bedroom in his unlaced and dripping boots. The beautiful queen-sized quilt he sinks onto, however, does give him a pang of guilt.
Natasha opens one of the sun-ward windows, letting a fresh breeze in to clear out the steam and stale air. She pauses there afterwards, raw hands resting on the windowsill as the spare set of sweats hangs on her shoulders, off her hips and the knee she keeps half-bent. He understands, appreciates too the rare moment of peace; for all that they are nominally running, there is no danger now, no need to watch for shadows in the suburban streets or around the magnolia trees.
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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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➸ Don’t Go by Avoline Malfoy (ff.net)

Warnings: character death. 
Characters: Clint, Natasha 
Genres: angst | Smut: none 
Word count: 873 | Status: complete

My comment: Short, simple and heartbreaking.

Natasha paced outside of the infirmary. The mission had gone wrong, horribly wrong. They were supposed to take out the mark and get the fuck out of Shanghai. Simple enough. Clint had been somewhat insulted by the simplicity of it.
But somewhere, something had went wrong, and by the time the Quintjet got there, Clint had been riddled with bullets. She had begged him the whole way to the Hellicarrier to not die on her, trying to hide the fear in her voice.
He lost so much blood…
“Agent Romanoff,” the young medic began, as she stepped out of the small room. “I did all I could, but he lost too much blood.” The red-head stared at the small blond before her. “Don’t you have any on the Hellicarrier,” she demanded. “Unfortunately, we don’t,” the brown-eyed girl answered. “And with the amount of blood he’s lost, he won’t make the trip back to base.” Natasha shook her head. “This can’t be,” she whispered. “This cant…” She closed her eyes and quickly regained control of her emotions. “Can I see him?”
“Actually, he requested you and only you,” the medic answered, stepping aside. Romanoff darted inside, swiftly taking a seat beside the bed. “Clint,” she murmured. His eyes barely opened, a smile creeping upon his face as their gazes locked.
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