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Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye. Archer. Badass. Avenger. That's all you need to know. tracked tag: alwaysbadforthisbartonThis is a secondary sideblog, I own nothing Please Read Rules, they exist for a reason follow with thehawkeyedbarton

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She chuckled, “Can’t promise anything. Sorry, Barton.” Of course they’d work together to stay out of prison. She would just make extra sure he didn’t go in again. She laughed, “Yeah, yeah. You get a good view. I get to kick someones ass.” She sipped her beer and looked at the tv. 

“Can’t blame a guy for trying.” Clint shrugged. They’d worked together long enough to know not to doubt her when it is something she finds important. Apparently that includes him. “You know I love a good vantage point.” He grinned and finished off his beer. “So feel like increasing the alcohol content yet? I could use something a bit stronger.”

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She shook her head, “I’m promising because I’m gona make sure. No prison. I will literally take out anyone and everything.” She wandered off to the kitchen, putting the plates in the sink and grabbed two more beers. She meant every word she said, whether he believed her or not. She moved back into the living room and flopped down close to him on the couch, handing him his beer. 

“I know you’ll do everything possible to save my ass. You usually do.” He turned his head to follow her every move. “Just don’t go all bad ass and not let me get a shot in.” He trusted her to keep her promise, it was what she was willing to give up to keep it that worried him. He shook that thought before she could see how much it bothered him. He smirked. “Though I do love to watch you kick ass.” He happily accepted the beer before stretching out and getting comfy. “ Usually leaves me with a damn good view.”

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“Well we can still do the drink til drunk part. And you won’t sendup back there. I promise you that.” She’d kill everyone in sight rather than have him go back there. And she wouldn’t go there either. “So…” She stood and picked up the plates. “Another beer? Before we move on to the vodka of course.” She smiled

“Yes, lets drink.” He smiled at her. “You don’t have to promise. We both know it isn’t always up to us.” He’d give anything to know that neither of them were in any danger but they usually were. Though usually they weren’t technically criminals during their down time. “That sounds like a start.” He smirked. 

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She shovelled more food into her mouth and tried not to laughed. “Hmmm maybe you should just eat and not say anything in that case.” She teased. She sipped her beer and slipped into a comfortable silence with him. Just eating and drinking. The food turned out a lot better than she’d expected and once it was done she relaxed back onto the couch and just watched the tv. “So…any plans for what happens next?” They were both sort of fugitives now. And Natasha had no idea what to do next with herself, other than of into hiding for a while.

“Yeah, probably.” He shrugged before turning his focus on finishing his meal. He didn’t really want to annoy her just because he’d been locked up with just a few other people. Once he finished his dinner and set the plate aside he sighed. “Big picture or...” he stopped to really think about it. “The goals were to get here, food, drink til drunk, pass out, and I guess try not to get thrown back in The Raft. That’s about as far as I’ve gotten.”

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Her mouth hung open for a second as he went on his, what seemed like a rant on sharing. She really didn’t know what to say about it all so she just laughed and shook her head. “You’re absolutely crazy, Barton. But I’ll drink to that.” What else could she say? “To sharing?” She help up her drink to him. “Oh do I? Well we’ll see how long it take for me to want to kill you. I’m giving it fifteen minutes. And thats a stretch.” She laughed.

The look on her face had him raising his eyebrow. He thought back over what he had just said and didn’t really think anything was that crazy. He laughed and nodded. “I can live with crazy, been called worse.” He grinned and matched her movement with his beer. “Yeah, to sharing.” He laughed again and glanced at a clock on the wall. “Yup. At least for the next five minutes or so. Maybe more if I don’t say anything too stupid.” He half shrugged. “Which is fine with me, best conversation and food I’ve had in a while.” 

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“Shared?” Where was he going with this conversation. Probably teasing her like always. Although they’d shared a bed before it was usually after a mission when they were both too battered and exhausted to care. She smiled and sipped her beer. “Probably starve or dead…definitely dead. You would have gotten your ass kicked by now.” She chuckled and dug into her food.

“Yup. Like good food and bad tv. It’s best when shared.” He nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Why else would anyone invest in GOOD sheets? You spend most of your time in them out cold. And well, social norms say you put the best sheets, towels, and junk out when you have a guest? That means the best stuff is meant to be shared. Times, booze, bed. All better shared.” He took a quick drink, nodding again. “Well yeah, I’m sure one of them would have shot me by now if it wasn’t for you. That and you feed me.” He grinned before taking another big bite off his plate, “’sides, you li’ hav’n me ‘round.”

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Natasha shook her head, typical Barton. A heated flush rose up on her face, there was no way she could have hid that one. “Shut up…It was probably best I wasn’t cooking naked anyway. You probably would have had a damn heart attack when you came in….Sleeping naked is the best thing in the world. Especially in a nice clean bed with new sheets.” She should probably stop this conversation. It had the potential to turn awkward or just plan bad. She grabbed her own plate and two beers that she’d bought the night before for them. “Ready when you are…lead the way.” She followed quickly and sat down, handing him a beer.

Clint took her flushed face as a victory and decided might as well keep at it. He shook his head and grinned. The mental image didn’t help deter him. “I can think of worse ways to go.” He nodded. “Nice sheets should be shared.” He was having more fun with this conversation than he probably should but recent conversations for him had been rather terrible. When he dropped on the sofa, careful not to lose the contents of his plate, he wondered why he ever let this safehouse fall to the back of the list. He was drawn out of his thoughts when when she handed him the beer. “What would I do without you.” He grinned. “You spoil me.”

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“I know the feeling. Nothing better than your own clothes.” She smiled and started dishing out the food. “I dunno about decent. But I tried. If its crap we can order out. I don’t mind.” Natasha was never really an amazing cook. Pot noodles and toast was her thing. Sometimes eggs. She handed him a plate and she picked up hers. “Where will we eat? In front of the tv or table?” She’d let him pick. This was his night at home so it was his way.

“I can think of something better. Like no clothes. Tell me that isn’t the best?” He smirked. “Considering that’s practically what you were in when I got here.” He laughed. “As long as it isn’t charcoal I’ll happily eat it. I’m starving.” He nodded before shoving a bite off his plate into his mouth. “Le’s go ‘or comfy,” He managed around the bite and using the plate to point towards the living room. 

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Natasha smirked, “Push ups it is then. Aaalllllllll the push ups.” She waved the giant spoon she’d been using to toss the noodles around. She smiled when he kissed her cheek, she wasn’t expecting it but it was definitely a nice surprise. She watched him go, her eyebrow raising as he pulled his shirt off. She couldn’t help her eyes moving over his back, the scars there. It took her a couple more seconds but she shook herself and went back to cooking and getting everything ready for diner.

“You just want to see my arms.” Clint laughed. He stopped to stash the gun back in its hiding spot. Once he made it to the bathroom he made quick work of showering. As much as he wanted to enjoy the warm water and the chance to be allowed to do things on his own time he was starving and Natasha would be waiting on him. So he didn’t waste time. After toweling off and throwing on a pair of jeans and a comfy t-shirt he went back to the kitchen. “Damn I missed my own clothes.” He grumbled as moved to lean against the counter near her. “And decent food. And well everything else.” He grinned at her. “Ready yet?”

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She reappeared a few minutes later wearing her own t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. “Please…I know everything about you. I stalk you in my spare time.” She laughed and winked at him. She nudged him out of the way of the food. She’d cooked chicken chop suey for both of them. Nothing completely extravagant but she thought he’d like a meal cooked at home for once. She frowned as she mixed the dish. “I know…but you’re out now and ok. Right? And I’m all up for sparring whenever you want.” Grinning she bumped him with her ass. “I’ll remember that. Might need to borrow that t-shirt again if thats the case.” She looked up at him, “This is almost ready. Ya wana shower and change first before I dish it out?”

He tried not to be disappointed she was actually clothed. He should try and be a mature adult after all. Even though that never works. He nodded and let himself be nudged before grinning. “Lucky me.” He alternated between looking at her and the food. He was starving now that he was thinking about it. “I guess so.” He nodded. “Sparring sounds good. I’ll be happy with anything but push-ups. That’s all the work-out I’ve had. I’d be happy to just hold my bow at this point.” He smirked. “Oh please do. Looks way better on you.” He laughed and scratched at the undershirt again. “Yeah. I should probably do that.” He hesitated before deciding to just let his dumb side win out and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before dashing for the hall. “Thanks for making sure I don’t starve!” He called back as he pulled his shirt over his head as he headed down the hall. 

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She smiled, “Wasn’t gona let you come home to a cold house, now would I?” She was surprised by the second hug but wrapped her arms around him anyway. She’d missed him. She hated fighting against him. Actually, that reminded her. She pulled back slightly and jabbed him in the rib with her finger. “That’s for getting someone else to take me out.” She laughed. Ok they’d both been pulling their punches. Neither wanted to really hurt the other. She smiled and turned. “Right there’s food on, hope you’re hungry. I’m gona go…uh…get dressed.” She started to walk towards his room, “Hope you don’t mind I borrowed your t-shirt.” She called back before she disappeared

He nodded before he remembered this was one of his of the grid safehouse. “Do I even want to know how you found this place?” He laughed when she jabbed at him. “I know but going toe to toe with you still brings up not so fun memories these day. We should spar more. You still got the better end of the deal on that one though. I’m normally a fan of being in the middle of nowhere but I prefer inland, not middle of ocean nowhere. That and Scott complains a lot.” He’d probably regret bringing it up. He let her pull away and carefully watched her. “I’m not complaining, you know I always enjoy the view.” He grinned. “Anytime,” he hollered back, ”borrow away.” He wasn’t about to think to hard on how much he actually would enjoy that idea. He went over to make sure whatever she’d been cooking wasn’t a fire hazard yet before taking in his own clothes. He needed real clothes, and probably a shower.   

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He blinked a few times, still not sure if this was happening. Part of him expected to wake up staring at that horrible lighting and finding out the rescue and her being there was just a dream, an amazing one, but still a dream. When what she said registered. He nearly dropped the gun like it was on fire but he knew better. He slipped the safety on and lowered his arm, his finger as far from the trigger as possible. Last thing he wanted to do was end this. He let himself get a better look as she moved closer. He had to shake his head in an attempt to restart his brain. I only sort of worked. “Uhh…clearly.” He was probably staring too much. “You…you’re here?” 

She noticed him staring and she slightly flushed pink. “Well yeah…I mean I couldn’t meet up with Steve in time to get you out. I needed to let you know I hadn’t forgotten about you. And I’m sorry you ended up in there in the first place.” It had kind of been her fault as well as Tony’s. She’d fought against all of them at the airport that day. Once she got close enough to him she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for a hug. “I really am so sorry.”

He grinned a bit when he noticed her blush. He nodded a bit as she explained but switched to shaking his head when she apologized. He hugged her tighter and just letting her closeness just flood his senses, finally relaxing. “You’re really here.” He laughed. He didn’t really blame her. He rarely ever did for anything. Even if he did, it wouldn’t change who they were, what they did. “You never forget anything.” He pulled away ever so slightly as he scrambled to shove the gun in his belt. He half shrugged before pulling her back into a full hug. “Don’t be. I’m just glad you’re here.”

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She heard the voice behind her and spun, “Shit!..Clint.” Ok, she was totally standing in his kitchen in a t-shirt that was probably very short. “Hey…Surprise?” She grinned, “Didn’t expect you here so quick…” Thanks Steve, she thought, not realising he had texted her like he’d said he would. She turned the food down so it would stay hot. “You gona lower that gun, Barton or do I have to take it from you?” She teased. Just act normal, like you’re not standing here half dressed and completely embarrassed. Thank god she was good at hiding her emotions because she was sure she would have gone a bright red otherwise. She moved towards him slowly waiting for him to drop the gun.

He blinked a few times, still not sure if this was happening. Part of him expected to wake up staring at that horrible lighting and finding out the rescue and her being there was just a dream, an amazing one, but still a dream. When what she said registered. He nearly dropped the gun like it was on fire but he knew better. He slipped the safety on and lowered his arm, his finger as far from the trigger as possible. Last thing he wanted to do was end this. He let himself get a better look as she moved closer. He had to shake his head in an attempt to restart his brain. I only sort of worked. “Uhh...clearly.” He was probably staring too much. “You...you’re here?” 

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Clint probably wouldn’t admit that he was disappointed when they got to what was essentially a debrief that seemed absolutely pointless to him. Even more pointless since the one person he wanted to see wasn’t there. He was really hoping Natasha would be there to make everything suck less. Sure he got an update on the entire Winter Soldier situation but it really wasn’t what he wanted. He was glad to know Natasha was out of worst of it but he would have felt better if he had seen her. He was chomping at the bit to just go home, although he couldn’t go to what had been home before. Thankfully he had some safe houses left. He spent the entire time dodging glances from Wanda. He clearly hadn’t hidden his disappointment well. Thankfully she let it drop. So as soon as they said he could go he was gone. The only thing he stopped to do was make sure Cap knew how to get a hold of him.

The trip to his home, or would be home now, was annoyingly complicated and he cursed the fact he had to cover his tracks even more than usual. Using fake names and techniques he usually avoided but he was not about to go back to that cell. He just wanted to change clothes, get his cash, and drink until this entire mess was gone. He sighed as he found his hidden key and unlocked the door. “Home sweet safehouse,” he mumbled as he let himself in.

Natasha hadn’t heard the door opening, she’d been too busy thinking and concentrating on the cooking. She hadn’t even heard her phone beeping, a message from Steve warning her Barton was on his way. So there she stood in Clint’s kitchen, in only Clint’s shirt that she’d slept in cos she’d been too lazy and tired to find anything else when she’d gone to bed, in his safe house that he didn’t think anyone would know about, singing to herself. It was all very un-Natasha like. But she honestly felt more relaxed here than she had in a long while.

As soon as he was fully in the apartment Clint noticed something was off. It wasn’t like he’d left it. He went to pull his sidearm but realized he still didn’t have anything after The Raft. He glanced around the hallway before fishing one of the few guns the others insisted he keep around in case of trouble out of a drawer as silently as possible. His hearing wasn’t the best but as he made his way down the hall he was confused as he heard music. When he rounded the corner to the kitchen he froze, gun raised. The sight that met him was enough to overload his already fried brain. Natasha was there, in his safehouse, in his shirt, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Whoa,” was all his mouth and brain seemed to come up with.  

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Clint had never been so satisfied to hear his boots hit the ground. Sure after battles involving long falls and collapsing buildings he was usually glad to have survived. This was different. The Raft had been the worst. There was literally nothing like it in existence. Just hours before he, and the others, had been looking at a very bland future with bars, obnoxiously bright lights, and a stupid paint job. He’d be happy to burn that ridiculous inmate blue uniform. He scratched at the gray undershirt as he stepped out and followed the others towards the building. The others had discussed where they had been headed but he really didn’t care. The only question he asked was who would be there. The answer didn’t totally suck. All he really knew was that he was happy as hell to be on solid ground. 

Natasha pottered quietly around the kitchen, humming softly to herself. She’d ben here since she’d left Tony. Since she’d sort of turned her back on him. In fairness, a part of her hadn’t wanted it this way. She didn’t want anyone to know much about her, her past or her new aliases. She worked too hard to create new ones after the fall of SHIELD. Part of her knew Steve had always been right, especially about the whole Bucky situation. She’d been given a second chance after Clint had been sent to take her out so why couldn’t he?

All this ran through her head as she looked at the time. Should be soon, she thought. She hated not being able to go with Steve to extract the others. The thought of them being in that damn prison pissed her off. Especially Clint. So thats why she was here, in Clint’s safe house. He didn’t know she would be here or that she even knew it existed. She hoped that this would be sort of an I’m sorry to him. She just hoped it worked. If not she’d leave, go to one of her own safe houses. One that no one would find.

Clint probably wouldn’t admit that he was disappointed when they got to what was essentially a debrief that seemed absolutely pointless to him. Even more pointless since the one person he wanted to see wasn’t there. He was really hoping Natasha would be there to make everything suck less. Sure he got an update on the entire Winter Soldier situation but it really wasn’t what he wanted. He was glad to know Natasha was out of worst of it but he would have felt better if he had seen her. He was chomping at the bit to just go home, although he couldn’t go to what had been home before. Thankfully he had some safe houses left. He spent the entire time dodging glances from Wanda. He clearly hadn’t hidden his disappointment well. Thankfully she let it drop. So as soon as they said he could go he was gone. The only thing he stopped to do was make sure Cap knew how to get a hold of him.

The trip to his home, or would be home now, was annoyingly complicated and he cursed the fact he had to cover his tracks even more than usual. Using fake names and techniques he usually avoided but he was not about to go back to that cell. He just wanted to change clothes, get his cash, and drink until this entire mess was gone. He sighed as he found his hidden key and unlocked the door. “Home sweet safehouse,” he mumbled as he let himself in.

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Clint had never been so satisfied to hear his boots hit the ground. Sure after battles involving long falls and collapsing buildings he was usually glad to have survived. This was different. The Raft had been the worst. There was literally nothing like it in existence. Just hours before he, and the others, had been looking at a very bland future with bars, obnoxiously bright lights, and a stupid paint job. He’d be happy to burn that ridiculous inmate blue uniform. He scratched at the gray undershirt as he stepped out and followed the others towards the building. The others had discussed where they had been headed but he really didn’t care. The only question he asked was who would be there. The answer didn’t totally suck. All he really knew was that he was happy as hell to be on solid ground. 

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My name’s Hawkeye! I never learned how to miss! My name is… Madame Natasha… but you… can call me The Black Widow! / Do you know what it’s like to be unmade? You know that I do. / This is just like Budapest all over again. You and I remember Budapest very differently. / If it’s the last thing I’ll do on Earth… I’ll make it something good. I get it. New look, new attitude. You think you need to do this on your own. But you don’t. / I’m not Hawkeye anymore. …It seems to know the Black Widow is to die!