Warnings: none
Characters: Clint, Natasha, Coulson, OC
Genres: angst, pregnancy | Smut: none (some brief mention)
Word count: 7673 | Status: complete
Natasha Romanov is an enigma, and after all this time, Clint Barton has gotten used to it. Almost everything he knows about her comes from the file he was first handed when it was his mission to kill her. She was born in Russia, raised in an orphanage, just out of her teens, trained from early childhood to be an assassin, natural redhead, etc.My comment: I hereby bring to you a Clintasha and baby (pregnancy?) fic. There’s so much angst it’s gonna suffocate you, but it’s so real, and is definitely a must-read. Not everyone has a happily ever after.
Everything else he knows, he learned over time, after he ‘made a different call’, as she describes it. He learns that she has a weakness for stylish clothes, and hoards fashion magazines away with her stash of weapons so she can flip through them in the calmer moments. He learns that she speaks several languages other than English and her native Russian. Her flawless grasp of both French and Italian saved him from an international incident two years into their partnership, and once he’s done being utterly humiliated, he can never thank her enough. He learns that she doesn’t quite have the stoicism everyone thinks she does. One day, after a particularly difficult assignment, he found her crying in the bathroom, mascara running down her cheeks as she leaned over the sink with the water on full blast. He dried her tears with a handkerchief, having no idea what else he could do for her. Truth is, he may be more emotionally stunted than she could ever hope to be, but at least he knows that he hates seeing her like that more than anything.
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