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30 Day OTP Writing Challenge

Day 30 - Doing something hot (SFW) (Clint<>Natasha)

They’d only known each other for a year or two, just long enough to start to become close friends, when Clint finally told her why he never drank very much. He’d slurred the confession, seeming to hate the bottle in his hands before taking another swig anyways, and Natasha inwardly groaned, thinking back on all the times she’d teased him for not being able to hold his liquor. 

Normally he was a happy-drunk with only half as much beer as she’d had, but they were sitting in a public bar on leave after a barely successful mission and it happened to be father’s day.

Natasha’s teasing didn’t let up because that wasn’t their style, but she started to look for something to even out the scale. Sparring didn’t work; he already said he was better in the ring and she would say she was and they both thought the reverse. She couldn’t pretend to lose to him in the shooting range either, because their areas of expertise were different, and when they held guns to paper targets they got the same score every time anyways.

It wasn’t until they were sitting in a Chinese restaurant, recuperating after another rough day, that an idea came to her. Clint had just ordered the spiciest thing on the menu, and without waiting to give it much thought, Natasha grimaced, making a show of disgust.

“What?”

“How can you eat that?” she asked.

“Is there something wrong with it?” He checked his paper menu again and noticed the double-pepper warning logo. “Oh, is it just because it’s really spicy?”

“Yes.”

He quirked up an eyebrow. “Do you not like spicy foods?”

“Not in the least,” Natasha said, trying to goad him. “I don’t see what the point is, making food that burns your tongue so you can barely even taste it. How can you stand it?”

“Practice,” Clint said, and she knew it had worked because that’s exactly what she’d said to him when he asked, long ago, how she could drain three glasses of wine and still not feel a thing. He teased her lightly, while they waiting for their food, about how someone of her skillset shouldn’t be intimidated by a simple plate of hot food, and when it finally arrived he forced her to try some, “just to see.”

It wasn’t as hot on her tongue as she expected, but it was still hotter than Natasha generally prefered, and she made a great show of her displeasure.

30 Day OTP Writing Challenge

Day 15 - In a different clothing style (Clint<>Natasha)

author’s note - I should note that any clint<>nat fics are MCU, whereas other hawkeye fics vary between 616 and EMH, or fit for both. I channeled lu-fu-maybe’s mama coulson a bit in the ending

“Let’s make a deal here,” Natasha said. “You don’t say anything snide or mocking, and I’ll keep my mouth shut too.”

“I already took two photos and uploaded them to the cloud,” Clint responded. He fixed a monocle to his and then decided against it, tossing it lightly back into the box.

“Same here,” Natasha said, adjusting the small hat so it sat in the middle of her head, “just in case. So you delete yours at the end of the mission and I’ll delete mine, and we’ll be good, alright?”

“What do you mean?” asked Clint absently. He was too busy measuring the length of a bronze walking cane to watch what she was doing. “One of those pictures was of me, and I’m hoping to get several more tonight. Here, smile!” He held up his phone camera.

“Stop - what?”

Clint frowned, and said “You’ve got that hat on wrong. It’s supposed to be to the side; it just looks silly in the middle like that.”

Natasha adjusted the hat again. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re not into this ‘steam’ stuff, are you?”

“I dunno, Nat, I’ve never really had a chance to try it before. It looks cool, though, right?”

“It’s,” she paused, then emphasized, “Victorian. And I don’t mean that as a compliment.”

Coulson’s voice suddenly sounded in their ears, their mini radio earpieces disguised under gears. “You’re almost at the convention center, are you two ready?”

“I am,” Clint said, “but Romanoff’s being difficult and wont stop complaining.”

“Make sure you review the objectives before you get there,” Coulson said, sounding a bit exasperated.

30 Day OTP Writing Challenge

Day 4 - On a Date (Clint Barton<>Natasha Romanoff)

author’s note - I felt like it was time to use one of my many platonic ships, so I sort of stretched the definition of ‘date’.

“I can’t do this,” Clint says as he gulps down another shot of expensive vodka and tries to nod nonchalantly to the bartender. “You know I can’t do this, why are we doing this?”

“Oh shut up,” Natasha’s voice is in his ear, a slight static background noise from the distance, “you’ve done this hundreds of times before, and I’m watching your every move.”

“I’ve done this several times before,” Clint clarifies, “and you’re glancing between me and the target intermittently - I know, because I’ve been on that side of the mission. Hundreds of times. I like that side of the mission.”

“Stop being a baby, you sound like fresh meat.”

“I like being the sniper, Nat, it’s-” she cuts him off before he can get any more repetitious.

“Clint,” she says, “shut up. Seriously. Get out there and get your mark, like a grownup. I want to go home and I can’t do that until we finish this.” With a sigh, Clint squares his shoulders and walks back through the crowded room, training instincts kicking in. Entertaining a dangerous criminal who was masquerading as a businessman at a social event didn’t seem like Clint’s idea of fun, especially not while waiting for the most opportune moment to deliver poison without getting his cover blown, but it wasn’t actually too out of the ordinary.

Well, a bit.

“You’re going to owe me ammo for a month after this,” Clint mumbles under his breath.

“Tell you what. You kill this guy without needing any help from me, and I’ll take you out for ice cream afterwards.”

Drabble-a-Day: Transformation

Fandom: The Avengers

Natasha Romanoff liked to think of herself as an open minded person, but there were a few things she could not abide. Human trafficking, for one, though that seemed like an obvious example, as well as people who abused children. Also people who talked at the theater, and people who took the last of the coffee without making a new pot, and that stupid cowl on Clint’s head as proudly strolled into her SHIELD quarters.

“Hey Nat,” he said, with what she thought was an idiotic grin, “Guess what I found.”

“I thought I burned that.”

If he heard her comment, he ignored it. “It’s my old costume! I haven’t seen this bad boy in forever!”

She tried to ignore Clint as he checked himself out in her mirror. “Thank you,” she muttered as she stuffed some more clothes into her suitcase, “for not wearing the whole thing.”

“Of course,” he said, his head tilted so he could get a better look at the ‘H’ on top. “The rest of the costume is already in my suitcase.

Natasha paused what she was doing so she could glare at her partner’s reflection. “You’re not bringing that thing to Avenger’s Tower, Clint.”

“Why not?”

“Because I made you get rid of it, all those years ago, for a reason. It’s ridiculous.” Clint pouted. “No one will take you seriously in that getup. I didn’t take you seriously in that get up.”

“And you didn’t kill me because of it, so technically this costume save my life.”

“It’s fuchsia, Clint. I didn’t kill you because I felt sorry for you.”

“It’s not - whatever, nevermind,” Clint said, adjusting the points on the mask, “I’m bringing it, and you can’t stop me.” He quickly glanced at her before turning to leave, and Natasha knew even he realized that she could, in fact, stop him from bringing it, if she cared enough to.

“They’re going to kick you off the team,” she warned as the door closed behind him. He didn’t respond, and she went back to packing, shaking her head.

Problem: physics

Answer: physics!

You remember those little chibi Avengers figurines I just got a couple days ago? Well, despite looking really cute, they weren’t actually designed very well - they’re surprisingly heavy (4oz according to my dad’s scale), and the clear stands, which attach into their backs, are pretty weak. If the weight was equally distributed, as it is with the Hulk figurine, that’d be fine, but Clint and Tasha are both unequally weighted, so the stand begins to tip after not too long, and after a day, they both fell over.

So I improvised!

You can sort of see the string around Natasha - there’s one around both of them, then running in through the middle of the Minas Tirith statue thing that my brother left in my room when he moved out. The weight of Minas Tirith holds the string down as it pulls them back, so they stay upright. 

So now I have both figurines displayed nicely (Hulk’s sulking off by my manga where his dark coloring stands out more), and I have the added bonus of two master assassins guarding the capitol of Gondor! EPIC CROSSOVER!

(Posting again so it’ll show up in the tags. Response to dawnseternallight’s prompt)

Clint ran across the sign on his way back from Tony’s lab, where he’d been poking fun and trying to relieve boredom. The words had been hastily scratched into the wooden paneling of the hallway wall, but Clint didn’t recognize the handwriting at all. 

Perfect Nest —>

Suspicious, he headed back to his quarters first, the room Tony had designated for his own use, oddly similar to his quarters back at SHIELD. Clint grabbed his quiver, slinging it loosely on his back, and his bow. Just to be prepared.

The sign was still there when he got back, halfway between Clint’s quarters and the common area, where the team gathered on movie night. Steve still had a lot of catching up to do. It pointed down a side hallway, and Clint followed, looking for any hint of what it might be leading to. He passed Pepper Potts on the way, and she eyed him and his bow warily, saying nothing. He probably looked like he was heading to the training room.

Another arrow was scratched into the paneling. On it’s own it would have been easily dismissible, if odd, but with the previous message, it seemed like evidence that he was on the right path. The perfect nest, Clint thought to himself with a grin, I wonder who’s idea this was, and what they’ve set up.

The hunt eventually led him into the ceiling space between the two floors of the tower, and then the maintenance shafts. The messages were now being written in chalk, and Clint could feel himself slowly rising up through the tower, until finally he came across what looked like a small room tucked between regular rooms of the tower.

There didn’t seem to be any way to access the hidden room except by the path he’d taken, but it was surprisingly well furnished. A TV sat on top a makeshift table, and a minifridge at the end of a dusty looking couch. There was even some straw thrown around for good measure, but Clint figured that was just to complete the nest joke.

He stepped forward to check what was inside the minifridge, and a spring snapped behind him, shutting a previously unseen gate into place. It took several minutes to confirm, but there was no other way to leave the room. He pulled a cellular phone out of a pocket as he went to check the minifridge.

The call went to voicemail. “Hey, Tasha?” he said as he stared at the twin 6-packs of chilled beer. There was nothing else. “Call me back when you get this?”

Four floors below, in Tony’s lab, Natasha let her phone ring out, watching the tower’s security cam feed. Tony looked over at her, eyebrows raised, and she smirked. “That take care of your bird problem for a while?” she asked, holding her hand out.

Tony fished a handful of twenties out of his wallet. “Remind me never to doubt you again.”

Started writing a post that was basically going to end up with me saying “I really ship Natasha Romanova and James Barnes now,” but it got much longer than I expected.

So here’s Kenna, having just started reading the Black Widow comics, telling you that she’s totally shipping Natasha/James (is there a pairing name for this I can use? Also I’m still getting over my feels from Hawkeye & Mockingbird and I’m totally afraid my super spys’ relationship is going to be rocky and uncertain and noooo I just want my Marvel OTPs to be solid is that too much to ask Marvel I mean I’m only shipping the pairings you’re shipping to me the least you can do is make them stop breaking up).

(Also apparently Earth’s Mightiest Heroes got canceled and this makes me sad, but the synopses for next week say that the Winter Soldier should be reappearing, which means he’ll be fighting the team, which means he’ll be fighting Steve ahhhh I’m so excited!)

Drabble-a-Day: Snowflake

Fandom: The Avengers (MCU)

“I hate this country.”

Natasha took her eyes off the gun scope long enough to glare to him.

“Not just Russia.” Clint spun his finger in a circle to indicate. “This whole place. All of it.”

“Just shut up, will you?” Natasha hissed.

Clint stuck his hand back in his armpit, huddling against the wall in his thick jacket. “It’s too cold to shut up, Nat. If I stop talking my teeth are just going to keep chattering, and that’s even worse.”

“I beg to differ.”

“This place is cold, Nat, really cold. Not just cold, freezing. Below freezing. Way below. Too far.”

Natasha sighed, but kept her eye on the gun scope, watching the building window across the street. “I should bring you here more often - it seems the weather dulls your brain. Now would you please shut up?”

Clint huffed but said nothing, adjusting the space heater closer to him. After a moment of silence, Natasha grinned into the gun. “No quip? Did that finally work? If only I could get that to work all the time.”

“I’m moving to California,” Clint finally said, with an air of resolution.

“What-?” She turned to face him again, but was cut off.

“I’m moving to California, and there’s nothing you can say to stop me. I’m moving and I’m not moving back. Ever.”

“Clint-” She tried, but he suddenly stood up in front of her and pointed out the window.

“That’s our guy, yes?” He pointed across the street to hotel room Natasha had been watching, and she scrambled for her scope again to look. “We can go now?”

Natsha cursed under her breath, quickly packing the gun away and dashing for the nearest stairwell. Clint unplugged the space heater before following, carrying it with them.

“You know, I don’t think Fury or Stark would be very happy about you up and leaving for sunnier weather,” she said, taking the stairs down two at a time.

“I don’t care,” Clint called down the stairwell to Natasha, far ahead of him. “They got bad guys in California, right? Sounds like a plan to me.” 

Sometimes I see people on Tumblr complaining about how Natasha’s under-represented in The Avengers toys and figurines and such. I want to ask them if they’re finding any Hawkeye toys/figurines at all, and if they are could they send them to me.

(Yes, Kenna went to Toys’R’Us today. The breakdown was essentially such: 50% or more equal parts Thor and Iron Man, including various characters from their respective movies; maybe 20% Hulk and Captain America, with no extra characters from their movies; 10% other Marvel characters, including female ones; a handful of Nick Fury minifigs; a few Loki figurines, and; 1 (ONE) carton with a Hawkeye and Black Widow minifig. ONE. It was within my price range too but it didn’t look very good so I didn’t buy it.)

hellolz:

She could be doing a sort of Mrs Doubtfire/Big Momma thing, where she was disguised as a nanny because the father was in danger since he got into business with some tricky folk from Asia and he’s being hunted by mutant ninjas!