Atonement

I'm a spy. Not some rooftop jumping archer, shield-wielding super-soldier, or shiny metal philanthrobot. ||616 Indie Black Widow RP Blog|| ||Black Widow 2014, Winter Soldier 2012||

[clxntonbartxn]

☹

Accidents happen all the time.

☹For yours to accidentally hit mine in the face with the door.

Clint yawned as he poured coffee into his bright purple mug. He rubbed sleepily at his eyes and glanced over his shoulder. Looked like Natasha hadn’t woken up yet. He gladly wrapped his hands around the warm mug and yawned once more. There was nothing better than lazy mornings. He was about to walk back to the living room when he was interrupted. By the door. By the door slamming into his face. “Ah, fuck!” He cursed as he grabbed for his nose. 

[clxntonbartxn]

slavicwidow:

clxntonbartxn:

“Well I did stupid weird shit as well. We both went crazy a couple of times.” Clint shrugged a little and kissed her cheek softly. “I love you so damn much.” He whispered.

Natasha leaned into the kiss on her cheek, loving how his lips felt warm against her skin. “I love you too, Clint. I really really do.”

Clint smiled and hugged her happily close. It meant more to him than he could ever voice to her. “I love you enough to overlook you almost breaking my nose.” He teased playfully.

[slavicwidow-blog]

Natasha rolled her eyes. “I’m so glad you can overlook my accidental breaking of your nose.” She pulled a blanket over their laps, and grabbed the remote to start How I Met Your Mother again.

[slavicwidow-blog]

Out in the Park - closed

[clxntonbartxn]

“It’s all about impressing ladies indeed.” Clint chuckled and sat Elisa down in her tiny chair beside them. “Good to see that they like each other so much. It’s hard to find kids to play with for her when it’s just her and me.” 

[slavicwidow-blog]

Natasha laughed, as she got Jackson into his chair and put a sandwich in front of him. “Of course it is,” She ruffled Jackson’s hair, then stole a sandwich for herself. “Well, they seem to get along swimmingly, minus the shovel incident.”

[clxntonbartxn]

“I’m very confused on how they became friends so fast though.” Clint chuckled softly and looked at the two kids who were talking quickly. He handed Natasha her plate and sat across from her. “It’s good to make friends.”

[slavicwidow-blog]

“As adults, I don’t think we’re privy to the secret world of children,” Natasha commented lightly, eyes flicking from the children to Clint and back. “And yes, it’s very good. Jackson needs more friends.”

[slavicwidow-blog]

“On the contrary, it was quite comfortable, but I had kind of been hoping for a tac suit, when I opened the bag. Your pajama pants didn’t really cut it.” They’d been nice for after she’d finished the mission though. 

When he got dressed, Natasha was waiting for him in the kitchen with two cold beers.

[notpurplearrow]

“Sorry about that,” Clint said, ruffling his hair. When he finally had dry clothes on, he entered the kitchen and was glad to see Natasha holding the nectar of the gods. “You are wonderful,” he told her as he held out his hand for a beer.

[slavicwidow-blog]

“In general, or because I’m holding beer?” She teased, popping the bottle open and passed it over to him and leaned against her counter. She opened her own bottle, and took a sip. “All goo free now?”

[slavicwidow-blog]

“You’ll get a day off, don’t worry about it…” She mumbled, drifting off back to sleep in Angie’s arms. She’d only been half awake to begin with.

[3cforacupofsugar]

Angie rubbed her back and buried her face in her neck. “Go back to sleep, honey, I’ll be right here.”

[slavicwidow-blog]

Natasha was already asleep, holding tight onto Angie. 

She woke the next morning, still tired, but feeling better than she had in weeks. “Ang?” She mumbled, pulling her close.

[quicksilverblur-blog]

??

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[text: Widow] if I told you I loved you, would you have to kill me?

[quicksilverblur-blog]

slavicwidow:

[text: Twin #1] Tony’s special blend. [text: Twin #1] Great [text: Twin #1] You in the tower?

[text: Widow] ooooooooffffff course :D [text: Widow] :D :P B) ;)

[slavicwidow-blog]

[text: Twin #1] Get yourself some coffee [text: Twin #1] I’ll be there soon

[amberarmedheart]

slavicwidow:

She flipped the sheers in her hand. “Are you ready?” She could sense the appreciation on him. No good in cutting his hair if he wasn’t ready to part with it. All of this needed to be healing, or as close to as they could get.

“We don’t have to do this now.”

“I am and we do,” was James’ reply to her. He had to do it as quickly as possible, get rid of the fear and the weight of past mistakes that he wasn’t even aware he was making. “Just… get rid of the beard.” He was sick of it.

[slavicwidow-blog]

“Alright...” Natasha dug around for some shaving cream. If that’s what bothered him most, she’d get rid of it first. She worked efficiently, falling back on muscle memory as she lathered the cream and carefully spread it on his face. 

[slavicwidow-blog]

If anyone wants to do a thing on skype, shoot me a message :) I’m going to try to get drafts done, but I dunno how well I’ll do. 

[slavicwidow-blog]

strictlyabowandarrows:

Clint smiled at her. “Alright, thanks Nat.” He closed his eyes for a moment and just let his body relax.  He waited for Natasha to come back with the first aid lit.

Natasha returned and took up his hand, carefully wrapping each broken finger in silence. It bothered her, seeing him injured. It always did. “You want to tell me why you look like you got hit and rolled by a semi truck?” Natasha asked, once she was finished.

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slavicwidow:

strictlyabowandarrows:

slavicwidow:

strictlyabowandarrows:

slavicwidow:

Clint looked over at her. “I don’t think anything is but I could be wrong.” He muttered. Even if she was being gentle it still hurt. You could see on his face the he was in pain.

Natasha wanted to get him lying down, where she could apply ice, patch up scratches, reduce the pain he was in. It was always hard, to be reminded how fragile her partner was. “Might be, though..” She murmured softly.

Clint made sure then wasn’t walking to fast. He held his breath for as long as he could till the got to their room. “What might be though?” He asked at he carefully sat down on the bed.

“Ribs… your nose, maybe some toes,” She kissed the top of his head, then helped him lean back. “Can I get you anything?” She started checking his injuries. 

“Might what to add fingers to the list too.” He shook his head. “No, thanks. You’ve got cold hands by the way.”

[slavicwidow-blog]

Natasha smiled when he commented on her hands. It was a good sign. "I'll go grab some tape, then, wrap them up so you can't hurt them more." She kissed his forhead, then disapeared to retrieve medical supplies and a glass of water.

[thedeafxbarton-deactivated20160]

Clint looked over at her. “I don’t think anything is but I could be wrong.” He muttered. Even if she was being gentle it still hurt. You could see on his face the he was in pain.

[slavicwidow-blog]

Natasha wanted to get him lying down, where she could apply ice, patch up scratches, reduce the pain he was in. It was always hard, to be reminded how fragile her partner was. “Might be, though..” She murmured softly.

[thedeafxbarton-deactivated20160]

Clint made sure then wasn’t walking to fast. He held his breath for as long as he could till the got to their room. “What might be though?” He asked at he carefully sat down on the bed.

[slavicwidow-blog]

“Ribs... your nose, maybe some toes,” She kissed the top of his head, then helped him lean back. “Can I get you anything?” She started checking his injuries. 

[slavicwidow-blog]

“Well, this place is really nice, Steve, even if you had to ask Tony for help.” She glanced at the menu, then back at him, to smile. Even if he was a little embarrassed, it was cute. Steve was always cute, but this was different.

“Maybe next time we go somewhere you’ve been to? Like your favorite restaurant?” She nudged his foot with his own again, still smiling. After offering another smile, she started looking at the menu.

[captainbrogers]

Steve laughed quietly in order to swallow any awkward response he might have given, and found it helped rid him of a lot of the anxiety lurking in his chest. Natasha was clearly having at least a decent time, and he had to be doing something right for her to be smiling at him like that.

“Don’t get out all that much, actually,” he confessed to her, “Not unless I’m on mission. But if you’re into liverwurst I can recommend us a great little joint.” His grin became a little more cheeky at that, and he stretched a foor to knock her back gently. “Nothing like… wow, nothing like here, though.”

[slavicwidow-blog]

“I don’t either,” She said honestly. It wasn’t as if traditional dating was really something she did. She had lovers, but not so much dates. Usually missions kept her too busy to go out to dinner with someone she liked.

It wasn’t often she had someone she got along with it, and liked.

“Maybe we’ll go out for liverwurst sometime, then.” She grinned, as she felt his foot hit into hers. “I don’t think there’s anything like this, anywhere, really.” Her eyes wandered back down to her menu, trying to decide what would be good.

[slavicwidow-blog]

Natasha pulled the blankets up over both of their bodies, and kissed her again. “I have three weeks of leave coming up… I don’t know what kind of time off you have…” 

[3cforacupofsugar]

“I’m sure I can get three weeks off. I don’t tend to take time off.” She said, kissing her back. She snuggled up against her. “I’ll call in and ask for the time off.”

[slavicwidow-blog]

“Good,” Natasha murmured, wrapping around Angie to hold tightly to her. She didn’t want Angie, or Lily, out of her sight, if she could help it.

[3cforacupofsugar]

“I honestly don’t remember the last time I had a day off, so I better get those days off.” She felt safe in Natasha’s arms. Safe and loved.

[slavicwidow-blog]

“You’ll get a day off, don’t worry about it...” She mumbled, drifting off back to sleep in Angie’s arms. She’d only been half awake to begin with.

[thedeafxbarton-deactivated20160]

Clint looked pale and had a few cuts and deep purple bruises on his hands face and neck that could be seen and he knew about them. Every move he seemed to make hurt even more then the last one.

How he end looking like he had been hit by a car was another story for another time.

He leaned on the counter top and out his right hand on his forehead and then his rubbed his closed and rubbed his eyes.

“Hangovers are way better then this.” He muttered,

[slavicwidow-blog]

“What did you do to yourself?”

Her worry was written all over his face as she looked him over, and put a glass of coffee in front of him. Whatever had happened… well, it wasn’t great. 

[thedeafxbarton-deactivated20160]

“I was set up, lets just leave it at that.”

He really probably should have gone to a hospital before going home but he didn’t want to go. He wanted to get back to Natasha and just sleep or the rest of the week.

[slavicwidow-blog]

Natasha wrapped her arms around him, and kissed his cheek. “Come on, let’s get you to bed, so I can see if anything is broken…” She was gentle, pulling him up off the stool and trying to get him into bed.

[thedeafxbarton-deactivated20160]

Clint looked over at her. “I don’t think anything is but I could be wrong.” He muttered. Even if she was being gentle it still hurt. You could see on his face the he was in pain.

[slavicwidow-blog]

Natasha wanted to get him lying down, where she could apply ice, patch up scratches, reduce the pain he was in. It was always hard, to be reminded how fragile her partner was. “Might be, though..” She murmured softly.

[slavicwidow-blog]

circustrickshots:

Their mother smiled to herself listening to their conversation. She loved seeing the love they had for each other show daily, and they just seemed to get more attached to each other by the minute. “Sure sweetie.”

Natasha bounced excitedly when she was told she’d get ice cream. ‘What flavor are ya gonna get, Clint?” She asked, smiling over at her foster brother. 

[quicksilverblur-blog]

??

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[text: Widow] if I told you I loved you, would you have to kill me?

[quicksilverblur-blog]

slavicwidow:

[text: Twin #1] Better [text: Twin #1] Somehow I don’t believe you [text: Twin #1] Is this gonna be something we need to talk about? [text: Twin #1] How much have you had to drink?

[text: Widow] Tony’s special blend

[text: Widow] it’s as special as you are

[text: Widow] very

[slavicwidow-blog]

[text: Twin #1] Tony’s special blend. [text: Twin #1] Great [text: Twin #1] You in the tower?

[thedeafxbarton-deactivated20160]

Clint looked pale and had a few cuts and deep purple bruises on his hands face and neck that could be seen and he knew about them. Every move he seemed to make hurt even more then the last one.

How he end looking like he had been hit by a car was another story for another time.

He leaned on the counter top and out his right hand on his forehead and then his rubbed his closed and rubbed his eyes.

“Hangovers are way better then this.” He muttered,

[slavicwidow-blog]

“What did you do to yourself?”

Her worry was written all over his face as she looked him over, and put a glass of coffee in front of him. Whatever had happened… well, it wasn’t great. 

[thedeafxbarton-deactivated20160]

“I was set up, lets just leave it at that.”

He really probably should have gone to a hospital before going home but he didn’t want to go. He wanted to get back to Natasha and just sleep or the rest of the week.

[slavicwidow-blog]

Natasha wrapped her arms around him, and kissed his cheek. “Come on, let’s get you to bed, so I can see if anything is broken...” She was gentle, pulling him up off the stool and trying to get him into bed.

[thedeafxbarton-deactivated20160]

Clint looked pale and had a few cuts and deep purple bruises on his hands face and neck that could be seen and he knew about them. Every move he seemed to make hurt even more then the last one.

How he end looking like he had been hit by a car was another story for another time.

He leaned on the counter top and out his right hand on his forehead and then his rubbed his closed and rubbed his eyes.

“Hangovers are way better then this.” He muttered,

[slavicwidow-blog]

“What did you do to yourself?”

Her worry was written all over his face as she looked him over, and put a glass of coffee in front of him. Whatever had happened... well, it wasn’t great.