vdova.

natasha romanov || written by ellie || 18+, canon-divergent

[bxdapcst]

psst, do you still exist?

| we're going to ignore the fact that this ask is from 2021 -- yes! after a fashion, at least. i don't see myself writing nat much, if at all, at the moment, but i am here. all of my mutals are long dead, i assume. empty chairs at empty tables, and all that. |

[bxdapcst]

|| my nat is officially double-digits (yes that happened last year, yes i missed it)

may come back from hiatus to celebrate, who knows

[scotchymemes]

The Avengers Sentence Starters

Doors open from both sides. An ant has no quarrel with a boot. Freedom is life’s great lie. If you accept that in your heart, you’ll know peace. As of right now, we are at war. For a man who’s supposed to avoid stress you’ve picked a hell of a place to stay. Are you here to kill me, (…)? Because that’s not going to work out fine for everyone. We’re facing a potential global catastrophe. What does (…) want me to do with it? Swallow it? You’re dealing with forces you can’t control. War isn’t won by sentiment. The world has gotten even stranger than you already know. It’s an honour to meet you, officially. I watched you while you were sleeping. It’s the unspoken truth of humanity that you crave subjugation. I’m not overly fond of what follows. You think yourself above them? I’ve seen worlds you never heard about! I have grown in my exile. You give up this poisonous dream! Doth mother know you weareth her drapes? You talk about peace and you kill because it’s fun! I only packed a toothbrush. I think (…) is trying to wind us up. There’s not many people who can sneak up on me. Love is for children. Regimes fall every day, I tend not to weep for that. This is my bargain, you mewling quim! You speak of control, yet you create chaos. The only thing you really fight for is yourself. You may not be a threat, but you may want to stop pretending to be a hero. Are you ever not going to fall for that? This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for. Uh, actually, I’m planning to threaten you. There’s no version of this where you come out on top. Seeing, still working on believing. Do you think this madness will stop with your rule? I don’t see how that’s a party. Now might be a really good time for you to get angry. It’s not your fault. You didn’t know what you were doing. Please tell me nobody just kissed me. There’s a shawarma place two blocks from here. I don’t know what it is, but I want to try it. If we get into a situation like this again, what happens then?

[bxdapcst]

"I made breakfast."

@prplhawk

tasha half-opened an eye from her curled up position under the duvet, a mess of crimson hair spilling over the pillow next to her.

“you read my mind,” she hummed lazily and stretched, cat-like, as she sat up. “coffee too?” nat queried through a yawn, running a hand through her tousled locks in a vain attempt to tame the curls.

[leneemusing]

morning after starters

“  last night was nice.  ” “  lets do this again some time.  ” “  i’ll leave my number.  ” “  i gotta go, sorry.  ” “  can’t you at least stay for breakfast?  ” “  i’ll make coffee—don’t go anywhere.  ” “  next time, maybe i’ll buy you dinner first.  ” “  if we do this again you better buy me dinner first.  ” “  i don’t think my legs work again yet.  ” “  i don’t wanna get up.  ” “  no don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers.  ” “  there’s no way i can hide these marks…  ” “  this was probably a mistake.  ” “  this can’t happen again.  ” “  you always say that, and yet we wind up right back here.  ” “  are you watching me sleep?  ” “  you look cute all frazzled like this.  ” “  why are you looking at me like that?  ” “  keep kissing me like that and we’re gonna end up back in bed.  ” “  something wrong? ” “  i’d stay if i could, i promise.  ” “  so if i put my number in your phone, you actually gonna text me? ” “  i made breakfast.  ” “  how do you take your coffee?  ” “  fuck! i’m late—  ” “  did you turn the alarm off?  ” “  if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m gonna throw it out the window.  ” “  i can’t find my shirt.  ” “  babe, we slept in.  ” “  i know you’re awake.  ” “  i’ll stay.  ” “  why don’t you stay?  ” “  i like waking up with you.  ” “  i like having you here at night.  ” “  you know, if you moved in we wouldn’t keep having to say goodbye like this.  ” “  so when are we gonna actually go on a real date?  ” “  do i smell bacon?  ” “  you made pancakes?  ” “  come on, come back to bed.  ” “  you weren’t there when i woke up.  ” “  i thought you left.  ” “  do you want me to go?  ” “  just let me sleep for five more minutes.  ” “  you’re really beautiful/handsome. even if you drool.  ” “  you talk in your sleep, ya know.  ”  

ACTIONS:  1. for one muse to surprise the other with breakfast in bed 2. for our muses to go another round in the morning 3. for your muse to join mine in the shower while getting ready for the day 4. for one muse to stop the other from trying to sneak away 5. for one muse to invite the other to spend the rest of the day with them  6. for one muse to convince the other to stay in bed the rest of the day 7. for our muses to have sex in the kitchen instead of finishing breakfast 8. for our muses to spoon 9. for one muse to wake up with morning wood  10. for one muse to wake the other up with oral  11. for lazy morning sex  12. for one muse to wake the other because they’re having a nightmare  13. for one muse to distract the other from getting ready by kissing/groping them 14. for one muse to kick the other out of their home  15. for our muses to wake with no recollection of the night before  

[soulrph]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.  (𝐏𝐓. 𝟏)

i. i wish i could explain what led to this. but for whatever reason, you’re getting this post, and idk when i’ll remember to post it bc it’s very late and it’s very likely that i’ll draft it, but we’ll see how it goes! i hope you enjoy them, and DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST!!! i WILL edit or make a new list once i’m conscious and the vibes are returned! ( if you like these, i would love to direct u towards THIS POST bc it’s a very very very good meme made by an exceptionally talented meme-maker! )

[  MY PLACE  ]:          sender and receiver return to the sender’s home, where things proceed to get heated.

[  YOURS  ]:          sender and receiver return to the receiver’s home, where things proceed to get heated.

[  BACKSEAT  ]:          while parked safely, the sender and receiver, fuelled by mutual passions, climb into the backseat of the car together to have sex.

[  DRIVER  ]:          while parked safely, one of the muses climbs into the other muses lap, leading to an immediately intimate situation in the driver’s seat of the car.

[  BEDROOM  ]:           after things get heated between the two muses, they proceed to take things to the bedroom, where things get even friskier.

[  SOFA  ]:          too impatient to get to the bedroom, the two muses end up taking things to the next level on the sofa.

[  FLOOR  ]:           either by choice or by clumsy and painful accident, the two muses end up entangled on the floor, where they proceed to have sex.

[  KITCHEN  ]:          unable to resist, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex in the kitchen.

[  OFFICE  ]:           one of the muses has to work late and alone one night; the other decides to pay them a visit, and things immediately take a heated and intimate turn as they get frisky in the office.

[  OFFICE  DESK  ]:           after spontaneously sweeping the contents of the desk to the ground, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex on top of the desk.

[  WALL  ]:           pinning the other up against the wall, the two muses begin to have sex up against a wall.

[  WINDOW  ]:          while in a room with floor to ceiling windows, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex up against the window.

[  BATH  ]:          sender and receiver, while sharing a bath (either planned or spontaneously) proceed to have sex together while in it.

[  SHOWER  ]:          sender and receiver, while sharing a shower together (either planned or spontaneously) proceed to have sex together while in it.

[  PUBLIC  BATHROOM  ]:          while in a fancy restaurant or bar or hotel, the sender and receiver meet each other in a (clean) public bathroom with nobody else inside; they proceed to take advantage of this, and have sex in one of the cubicles.

[  LAKE  ]:          after going skinny-dipping together, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex in a tranquil, romantic, secluded lake.

[  WATERFALL  ]:          after taking a midnight swim together in a secluded lake, the sender and receiver notice a nearby waterfall, and things proceed to get frisky while they explore it and each other together.

[  STORAGE  CLOSET  ]:          when the mood strikes both the sender and receiver in a public setting, they both find a small storage closet together, and have sex inside.

[  LIBRARY  ]:          having found a guaranteed private part of a library, the sender and receiver begin to get frisky behind the bookshelves.

[  GYM  ]:          after a heated and energetic training session together, the sender and receiver, at the conclusion of the sparring match, proceed to have sex on the gymnasium floor.

[  CINEMA  ]:           while in the back of a largely unoccupied movie theatre, the sender and receiver proceed to get frisky in the back row.

[  MILE-HIGH  ]:          while on an airplane flight together, the sender and receiver decide to mark the occasion by having sex in the airplane bathroom.

[  DRESSING  ROOM  ]:           the sender and receiver proceed to have sex together in a dressing room.

[  TENT  ]:          in the middle of the night, one of the muse’s slips into the others tent, and they proceed to have sex together.

[  MOTEL  ROOM  ]:          sender and receiver end up having sex together in a motel room.

[  HOTEL  ROOM  ]:           sender and receiver end up having sex together in a hotel room. ( good for one-night-stand threads! )

[  WEDDING  ]:          while attending a wedding party, the sender and receiver decide to slip away from the celebrations and have sex in a more quiet part of the venue.

[  HONEYMOON  SUITE  ]:          after getting married, the sender and receiver slip away from the celebrations early and have sex together in the private luxury of their bridal suite.

[  TOWER  ]:            as they explore the abandoned ruins of a barely standing castle together, the sender and receiver proceed to get frisky in one of the strangely romantic, ivy-strewn towers.

[  FOREST  ]:          while wandering through a heavily wooded area together, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex in the midst of the wilderness.

[  PICNIC  ]:          after a romantic picnic in the countryside, the sender and receiver begin to get intimate, and have sex on the picnic blanket in the midst of the empty and beautiful nature.

[  BEACH  ]:          having found an isolated, untouched cove together, the sender and receiver begin to have sex on the shore of the idyllic beach.

[  BOAT  ]:           the sender and receiver proceed to have sex on a boat (either out at sea or still in the docks).

[  MEADOW  ]:          the sender and receiver begin to get frisky in a clear, untouched meadow.

[  NEW  HOUSE  ]:          having just purchased their first house together, the sender and receiver, so elated by their milestone, decide to celebrate by having sex in their new home before unpacking.

[  SWIMMING  POOL  ]:          as the pair go for a late-night swim in the local swimming pool, the sender and receiver begin to get frisky in the serene and empty pool.

[  SHELTER  ]:          rushing through the rain together to find shelter, the sender and receiver, both drenched to the skin in the downpour, find themselves getting frisky in the shelter of an isolated and empty garage.

[  CAROUSEL  ]:          when they visit a closed funfair in the middle of the night, the sender and receiver go on the carousel together, and in the isolated light of the carousel, they proceed to have sex in one of the wagons.

[  FERRIS  WHEEL  ]:          when visiting a closed funfair in the middle of the night, the sender and receiver stop the ferris wheel when they’re at the very top, and get frisky beneath the stars and above the world.

[  LOVE  TUNNEL  ]:          when visiting a closed funfair in the middle of the night, the sender and receiver slip into the love tunnel, and have sex in one of the carriages inside the tunnel.

[  SAFEHOUSE  ]:          the sender and receiver begin to have sex with each other  while hiding together in a safehouse.

[  CABIN  ]:          seeking warmth and shelter from a huge blizzard in the area, the sender and receiver find a cabin, and end up having sex in front of the fire as the storm rages on.

[  PARTY  ]:          while the sender and receiver attend a party that neither of them have much interest in attending, they slip away to a quiet part of the venue to have sex together.

[  LANDMARK  ]:           while exploring an area, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex in a renowned, but currently unoccupied landmark (e.g. the london eye, the statue of liberty etc– )

[seesbetterfromadistance]

bxdapcst​:

“you can’t compare everything that happens in your life to budapest, you know?” nat rolled her eyes, “but, you’re not wrong.”

“talking of your rippling muscles, we should probably be in the gym by now,” tasha just groaned at the prospect of leaving the warmth of his arms and dragging herself up for a sparring session — surely it could wait for today at least. as he reached over for his hearing aids she smiled, leaning into him a little more and settling against his chest again when he laid back down.

the perks of having their own quarters were that the rest of the team were far less likely to wander in and disrupt their morning — though it had been known to happen when they ran out of coffee in their living rooms. clint barton never ran out of coffee, it made up a solid 85% of his diet.

“The hell I can’t, I like how much it confuses people.” He chuckled, that was the thing about the comment, there were only four people that knew about everything that happened in Budapest so constantly bringing it up was amusing. “I know I’m not, never am.” He tried to hold a straight face as he snorted at his own comment.

Slipping his hearing aids on he adjusted the dials to get the volume level right, the mundane sounds of the room coming alive.

“Or we can lay here, order food and ignore everything we’re supposed to do.” It’s not often he breaks the routine, it’s so deeply ingrained at this point but he thinks they’ve worked hard enough to warrant a break even if it was only for the day.

“Buttt a break in the cuddling for some coffee,.. that, that should happen soon.” He winked

[bxdapcst]

“idiot,” tash scoffed under her breath, though she had to admit she enjoyed being in on the long-running inside joke. hell, stark had offered to pay her to reveal what had really happened, but she enjoyed listening to the team’s increasingly-wild conspiracy theories too much to take a bribe.

“why am i not surprised you’d choose coffee over me?” she grumbled teasingly, “but that’s a very good argument for moving into this room permanently. you won’t have to walk as far for your morning coffee, and it’s less sad than having a coffee machine on your nightstand.”

“you can make me a cup while you’re getting up to make yours, though,” nat winked, “that way only one of us has to get cold, and it was obviously never going to be me.”

[seesbetterfromadistance]

bxdapcst​:

“ask me nicely enough and i’ll try it on for you,” tasha grinned, barely concealing a laugh at the disappointment on his face. she’d refused to wear the dress for the longest time, rolling her eyes at the way everything had to colour coordinate with him, but once she’d tried it on, she figured she could cope with it for his sake.

“deal,” nat smiled, squeezing his forearm gently. despite his teasing, she could tell he was tired, scared even, that was an emotion she barely recognised on his features. clint barton was never scared, he was always the laid back one even in situations he should be terrified of, but this was different.

Despite the reality of their current situation, of the unknown when it comes to whether he’s going to get through all of it he manages the slightest bit of a smile around the tube, shaking his head. Please, take pity. Of course he usually hated the pity but to see her in the purple dress he’d use the pity to his advantage. It had been hanging in their closet for months now and there was nothing more that he wanted to see her in than the sleek purple dress.

I’ll even wear a three piece. He tried to make the conversation as normal as he could, ignore the machines very literally keeping him alive, try to hide the fear that was now so deeply settled.

[bxdapcst]

that hint of a smile nearly brought tasha to tears again, she hadn’t realised just how much she’d missed that over the time he’d been in medical.

“a three piece? should i be buying a ring?” nat raised an eyebrow at him, grinning at the prospect of clint wearing something other than that purple hoodie for once in his life.

“okay, so if you can’t do date night, i’ll bring date night to you. give me like, 10 minutes, okay?” tasha smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead — endotrachael tubes were nothing if not inconvenient. it was unbelievably cliché, she knew that, but anything that broke up the monotony of the same four walls for him was worth it, especially if it involved said purple dress.

[thedemonhunterscousin]

bxdapcst​:

he reached up to take the flask back, shifting over slightly to give sarah a little more room to settle down.

“revenge, hmm? should i be watching my back?” nate teased in a gruff voice, and settled back against the tree they had settled under. an inn would be a luxury, not that they really had the money to throw at it, but a decent night’s sleep would be incredible.

“get some sleep, you look like you need it.”

She settled next to him, leaning slightly against his shoulder. “Your back, your kneecaps, whatever I decide really,” she teased, bumping her knee against his leg absentmindedly. Not that she really meant it - and even if she had, she doubted she’d really have the chance to do anything against him. 

And yet she still trusted him to a fault. She knew he wouldn’t harm her either. 

“I have been trying,” she pointed out, looking up at him, able to see better than she had across the fire. “I simply just can’t turn my mind off tonight.”

[bxdapcst]

“i won’t worry too much, considering you’ll be too sleep deprived to do much damage,” nate just rolled amber eyes at his partner, the sarcasm in his voice dry as ever.

“of course, facing you on a full night’s sleep would be an entirely different story,” he added, a rare half-smile on his face as he turned to look at her. “give me a striga any day,” he was teasing, that’s what he gets for getting too comfortable with his partner, he practically scoffed at himself.

“more liquor? that usually does the trick,” he’d barely noticed, but he hadn’t shifted his leg away, it was still resting against sarah’s knee. was that the first time he hadn’t flinched away instinctively?

[seesbetterfromadistance]

bxdapcst​:

“so well, best sleep i’ve had in a while,” nat smiled, voice still husky with sleep but she was in no rush to wake herself up fully. that hazy, dreamlike state where you drift between consciousness and sleep was enough for her right now.

“you make a surprisingly good pillow, barton,” tasha nudged him in the ribs with a sleepy grin, stifling a soft yawn and resting her head in the crook of his neck. all the could focus on was the smell of his cologne, and the way his arms encircled her waist, not too tightly, but firmly enough that she felt grounded, safe.

her fingertips continued to run through his hair languidly, one hand resting at the nape of his neck. this was so different to how they usually lived, running on a lack of sleep, caffeine and painkillers — they couldn’t afford to get too used to this, it was a rare luxury for them.

His free hand comes up to rub the sleep from his eyes before he follows her words and nods in agreement himself. “Don’t think either of us has slept like that since… what.. Budapest?”

He can’t help but chuckle as she nudges him in the ribs and rest so comfortably in his arms. “Really? You’d think with muscles like these I’d be as soft as a rock against your head.” He absentmindedly reached around her, pushing his chest slightly closer to her to grab his hearing aids, his arm still wrapped around her as though he never wants to let go.

It’s these moments that get him through the otherwise chaotic mess of their lives, the moments when bullets are flying past his body within inches of landing, when they aren’t trying to avoid nightmares or paperwork, when they can just be themselves and not care about anything other than each other.

[bxdapcst]

“you can’t compare everything that happens in your life to budapest, you know?” nat rolled her eyes, “but, you’re not wrong.”

“talking of your rippling muscles, we should probably be in the gym by now,” tasha just groaned at the prospect of leaving the warmth of his arms and dragging herself up for a sparring session — surely it could wait for today at least. as he reached over for his hearing aids she smiled, leaning into him a little more and settling against his chest again when he laid back down.

the perks of having their own quarters were that the rest of the team were far less likely to wander in and disrupt their morning — though it had been known to happen when they ran out of coffee in their living rooms. clint barton never ran out of coffee, it made up a solid 85% of his diet.

[seesbetterfromadistance]

bxdapcst​:

the fear in clint’s eyes just about broke tasha’s heart. he was always brushing off injuries, turning up in their morning briefings with little more than a black eye and a self assured grin even when their missions went sideways. however today, laying there on the hospital bed, clint was scared.

“i was even going to wear that purple dress, just for you,” nat couldn’t help but grin, looking over at him knowingly. they’d make up for it once he was out of medical, right now she was focused on making sure she still had a partner the next morning. she didn’t doubt he’d made an effort considering the special occasion, and it frustrated tasha all the more that she hadn’t been there to prevent all this from happening.

“hey, i like the suit, you should wear it more often,” the redhead teased, knowing just how much clint grumbled the last time he’d been forced to dress up for a mission, and she’d taken great delight in teasing him over it all evening.

Clint was usually a master at hiding the pain he was truly in, able to mask it with an ease that for most would likely be unsettling but for him it was just a way of life.Of course more than anyone else he’d find himself injured after all he had an innate ability to attract the baddies to his location. But this was different, he couldn’t hide the pain, tuck the fear into a corner, he was vulnerable in more than one sense of the word.

He manages the lowest of groans, throat vibrating around the tube as he looks at her with as much of an exasperated expression he can manage. He’d seen the dress in her closet, had practically been begging her to wear it, to finally see just how stunning she’d be within it. That’s not fair. He signed in response. Assholes had to ruin it. He spoke of course to the reason he was laid up in the bed.

Wear purple more often and I’ll consider it . Despite the pain, the confusion, the fact that he wasn’t even sure if he’d even be leaving the bed the teasing brings his usual self out. He loves when she wears purple even when it’s the hoodie she’d stolen from him ages ago.

[bxdapcst]

“ask me nicely enough and i’ll try it on for you,” tasha grinned, barely concealing a laugh at the disappointment on his face. she’d refused to wear the dress for the longest time, rolling her eyes at the way everything had to colour coordinate with him, but once she’d tried it on, she figured she could cope with it for his sake.

“deal,” nat smiled, squeezing his forearm gently. despite his teasing, she could tell he was tired, scared even, that was an emotion she barely recognised on his features. clint barton was never scared, he was always the laid back one even in situations he should be terrified of, but this was different.

[heresittinginmybed]

I’ll keep finding, finding you.

[capjtk]

Here are some tropes I wouldn’t even let you pry from my cold dead hands:

-Fake Dating

-ANY AND EVERY FORM OF SOULMATE AU

-arranged marriages

-vegas weddings/ accidental marriages (getting married under the influence)

-secret pen pals (they don’t know they’re talking to/writing/emailing/texting each other)

-AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

-There’s only one (1) bed

-person A sprouts wings and person B is the only one who can see them

-Romeo and Juliet parallels (but nobody dies)

[bxdapcst]

;; i owe loads of replies, i should hopefully get around to them once i’ve finished packing tonight as i’m moving tomorrow! sorry <3

[seesbetterfromadistance]

bxdapcst​:

“mornin’,” nat murmured in response, smiling at the way his voice, thick with sleep, vibrates against her back. stifling a soft yawn, she turned onto her other side carefully considering the limited space they had, so she was facing him. she figured it would be easier for him to lip read that way, especially considering he was still half asleep.

“sleep okay?” she hummed, settling back into a comfortable position and resuming her languid tracing of patterns at the nape of his neck. this was a rare treat for them, a morning when they didn’t need to be out in the field while it was still dark, or in the gym at the crack of dawn. for nat, a full night of uninterrupted sleep had left her in a better mood than usual, but she still had little inclination towards getting up and doing anything productive any time soon.

The vibration of the simple response echoes against his chest, he doesn’t need to see her lips to know what she’s said, he simply assumes it was the echo of his own greeting. When she turns os he can see her face his lips quirk up in a goofy sleep filled smile, it’s these little actions that makes him appreciate her all the more.

Though most of his attention is on the fingers tracing his neck and how lovely it feels he lightly nods in response to the question, ‘Better than I have in weeks.’ He’s not stretching the truth at all, he’d slept so soundly with her wrapped in his arms, for once not waking in the middle of the night. “You?

[bxdapcst]

“so well, best sleep i’ve had in a while,” nat smiled, voice still husky with sleep but she was in no rush to wake herself up fully. that hazy, dreamlike state where you drift between consciousness and sleep was enough for her right now.

“you make a surprisingly good pillow, barton,” tasha nudged him in the ribs with a sleepy grin, stifling a soft yawn and resting her head in the crook of his neck. all the could focus on was the smell of his cologne, and the way his arms encircled her waist, not too tightly, but firmly enough that she felt grounded, safe.

her fingertips continued to run through his hair languidly, one hand resting at the nape of his neck. this was so different to how they usually lived, running on a lack of sleep, caffeine and painkillers — they couldn’t afford to get too used to this, it was a rare luxury for them.

[seesbetterfromadistance]

bxdapcst​:

“you’re going to get better, clint,” nat signed as she spoke, as if she was manifesting his recovery into existence by saying it out loud. there was no way he couldn’t get better, she needed him to — and if anyone was stubborn enough to get better, it was clint.

all she wanted was for them both to be out of that room, away from all of the machines and tubes, and she wasn’t leaving without her partner. tasha would sleep in there, in the little chair by his bed, until he could breathe unassisted and could be signed off back to his quarters.

“you’re gonna be okay,” she reaffirmed with a thin, tired smile, though they both knew that she couldn’t promise that at all. she placed a hand on his arm, leaving him free to sign, but squeezing reassuringly when words failed her. “you were just desperate to avoid dressing up for date night, huh?” tasha grinned, raising an eyebrow at him in an attempt to lighten the mood a little.

It’s rare that he lets what he’s truly feeling show in his expression but there’s no hiding the fear that settles into his paler than usual blue eyes and the furrow of his brows. He wants to believe those words, believe them to his very core of being but he’s scared and considering the seizure he had and the fact he couldn’t’ do the most basic thing for life it’s natural.

Yeah His reply is nothing more than his fist closed and moving up in down for yes. But his expression speaks more than the single sign.

He wants to be in their quarters, to be laid under the purple comforter he’d talked her into getting, to have her wrapped around the his body, to breath of his own will, to smile, to simply be back to normal rather than stuck in a bed in medical without the ability to do anything more than heal.

It’s the way that she has to repeat the words, the tiredness in her eyes that so matches his own that that sends down that page of guilt. You know me, hate the suit and fanfare. He signed it simply when in reality for once he’d planned the perfect date for the anniversary, even had Tony give him a hand in securing a reservation

[bxdapcst]

the fear in clint’s eyes just about broke tasha’s heart. he was always brushing off injuries, turning up in their morning briefings with little more than a black eye and a self assured grin even when their missions went sideways. however today, laying there on the hospital bed, clint was scared.

“i was even going to wear that purple dress, just for you,” nat couldn’t help but grin, looking over at him knowingly. they’d make up for it once he was out of medical, right now she was focused on making sure she still had a partner the next morning. she didn’t doubt he’d made an effort considering the special occasion, and it frustrated tasha all the more that she hadn’t been there to prevent all this from happening.

“hey, i like the suit, you should wear it more often,” the redhead teased, knowing just how much clint grumbled the last time he’d been forced to dress up for a mission, and she’d taken great delight in teasing him over it all evening.

[mackievanstan]

CLINT BARTON + business in the front + party in the back (requested by anonymous for 10k follower celebration)