[Image: a messy digital pencil and watercolor sketch in browns and purples. It shows a very shirtless Clint Barton (a white muscular blond man). He's pouring coffee and staring at the viewer with a smirk. /end ID]
Lazy morning Clint + Coffee feels 💜💜💜
For @clintbartonbingo Birthday Bash Bingo, “Coffee” (N4)
Let me know whatcha think. Or go love on it on Ao3.
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Title - Cherry Bomb
Rating - T
LINK TO FIC
Square Filled
Winterhawk Bingo - I5 - “Brooklyn” - @winterhawkbingo
Darcy Lewis Bingo - C4 - “Rain” - @darcylewisbingo
Bucky Barnes Bingo - K1 - “Ice Cream” - @buckybarnesbingo
MCU Kink Bingo - I5 - “Licking” - @mcukinkbingo
Clint Barton B-Day Bash - 3/3 - “Gift/Present” - @clintbartonbingo
Ship - Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis/James “Bucky” Barnes
Note - Only canon compliant up to Avengers (2012) - alternate universe after that.
Summary - On a rainy night in Brooklyn, Bucky and Clint agree to help out a fellow Avenger . . . and they find their soulmate. Who says the good guys finish last?
Word Count - 3410 words plus 2 mood boards
BIG THANK YOU TO LOUISE - for her winning bid on @charityhawktion - I hope she enjoys!
Warnings: Winterhawk; mix of photos from the internet and from the comics; images of coffee, Sebastian Stan, Jeremy Renner, Hawkeye, Archery, Lucky the pizza dog.
Pairing: Winterhawk
Summary: Morning coffee doesn't explain what Clint did to make everyone mad.
Link: this is me making the link
So I participated in @clintbartonbingo birthday bash bingo. The fics I tried to do for this card just did not work out. So I learned to make a moodboard last week.
Thank you to @askmeaboutmyoctopustheory and @waterofthemoon and the Winterhawk bingo discord and for the assistance in how does one Moodboard and how does this combination look versus this one or this one or this one. Used Layout to make it and just googled for more pics for it. Very first posted Fanart.
Warnings: angsty, sex talk, unplanned pregnancy, talk of abortion
Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader
Word Count: 1892
Summary: Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up. When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.
Chapter 7
You sat staring at the row of pregnancy tests. All different brands, all the same result.
You were pregnant with your ex fuck buddy's baby.
You were completely frozen. It was like the news that this had happened had stopped time itself. You couldn’t stand up. You couldn’t even breathe. Your heart even felt like it had stopped beating in your chest.
When time started again you threw the tests in the bin like they were going to burn you if you held them for any longer. You got up, washed your hands, and went straight to your bedroom. Flopping down on the bed.
Fear was mixing with anger to make your stomach churn and your jaw clench tight. You were careful. You’d used protection. Every. Single. Time. How could this happen? Why after things were going so well for them could they fall apart so badly? You had a new job. One that involved combat training. How were you even supposed to do that if you were pregnant? You couldn’t possibly keep it, right? The notion of raising a child alone while you were being an Avengers operative was absurd and trying to find a whole new job while you were pregnant was equally as absurd. There was no way you could keep this baby.
Right?
You’d have to tell Clint. Fuck. Clint hadn’t spoken to you outside of giving you orders during training since you got into that fight. He was going to freak the fuck out. Maybe it would be better if you didn’t tell him. Although the only way that would work would be if you terminated right? Could you terminate and then just look Clint in the eye like nothing happened? There would be no getting the friendship back after that. You couldn’t do that. You would have to tell him.
You fell asleep fully clothed with the thought of every single reaction Clint could possibly have to hearing the news that you were pregnant.
The next day you woke and immediately ran to the bathroom to vomit. When there was nothing left you showered, standing under the warm water until it began running cold. You made it into the tower for work just as the run had started. Wanda and Kari spotted you and you saw Wanda lean over and whisper something to Kari before Kari stopped dead where she was and stared at you with her mouth open. You wanted the world to swallow you.
“Recruit! Keep moving,” Steve called and Wanda nudged Kari so she started jogging again. Her pace was so slow, you had no choice but to catch up to her.
“It was positive?” Kari said, her tone slightly accusatory.
“Keep it down,” You hissed, staring straight ahead with your brow furrowed. Clint was running with Natasha. He was laughing about something and she just rolled her eyes. God, you missed his dumbass jokes. You would give anything to dial back two weeks ago and have it be you rolling your eyes at whatever the hell thing he just said.
“But it was, right?”
“Yes. Okay. I used 8 tests. They were all positive.”
“Oh my god, you idiot!” Kari squawked. “You know that condoms exist right?”
“I swear to god, Kari, if you don’t keep your voice down I’m going to trip you,” you snapped. “And yes, I know. I was using them.”
“Congratulations, sweetie,” Wanda said, rubbing the small of your back.
“I don’t think this is a congratulations moment, Wanda,” you said with a frown.
“Well, maybe you should start thinking about it like it is one. See how it feels. It might help you decide,” she said.
You nodded. “That’s not a bad idea. I have no idea what I want to do. I’m pro-choice. Just… is that the choice I want to make?”
“Well, Kari and I have your back. Make sure you go speak to Steve. You can’t be doing any sparring in your condition.”
“My condition,” you grumbled.
“Have you told Clint yet?” Kari asked.
“No. Of course not. When would I have gotten a chance to?” you said.
“But you are going to?” Kari asked.
“Yeah. If he’ll let me. He hasn’t spoken to me outside of barking orders since the fight,” you said.
Wanda nudged you. “Go tell him you need to speak to him in private now. Then maybe he won’t just run off on you after the circuits.”
You let out a breath. “Yeah, okay. Better rip this band-aid right off.”
You picked up your pace and caught up to Clint and Natasha. “Clint? Can I talk to you?”
“Agent Barton,” he corrected, earning a smack on the back of the head from Natasha.
“Why are you being such a shit?” she scolded.
“Nat!” he whined, rubbing the back of his head. “I just don’t think that Avengers should be fraternizing with the recruits. It’s unprofessional.”
“Bull. Shit! You have never been professional one day in your life,” Natasha snarked. “What’s up? Birdbrain is trapped, you might as well tell him how much of a dumbass he is.”
“I kinda need it to be in private,” you said quietly.
“If you have anything you need to say to me, you can say it in front of Natasha,” Clint said.
“I really think you want to do this in private,” you pushed, but Clint just shook his head.
“Mudak,” Natasha cursed. “I’m sorry for this idiot. You might as well just say it though. He’ll probably just tell me right after anyway.”
You sighed. Natasha was probably right about that. This was still not how you wanted to do it but if he was going to be pig-headed about it, you might as well just spit it out. “Well, just remember you wanted to do this here and now.” You swallowed and looked up at Clint. “I’m pregnant.”
Clint stopped dead so abruptly that you and Natasha kept running for a few beats before you were even aware he wasn’t with you anymore.
“Barton!” Steve snapped. Clint shook his head and jogged back up to you grabbing your elbow and shoving you toward a storage closet. You shook him off as soon as the door closed.
“What do you mean you’re pregnant?” he hissed.
“I mean that one of my eggs was fertilized and now the cells are dividing and multiplying inside of me so that if unimpeded in around nine months a whole new human will exist.”
He blinked at you a few times. “And it’s mine?”
“Yes. It’s yours. I don’t know how. We always used condoms. Maybe one broke or something.”
“Not the first time,” Clint said.
You furrowed your brow and looked up at him in the dim light. “What?”
The storeroom door opened and Bucky loomed in the doorway. “I’ve been told to say; ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’”
“Do you mind? We’re having a conversation,” Clint snapped.
“Yeah, well far be it from me to pull rank, but…” He thrust his thumb over his shoulder. “Training… you know.”
Clint glared at him. “This is more important than training.”
“Why? You pregnant or something?” Bucky asked. You stared at Bucky like a deer in headlights. “Holy shit. You are. Fuck. Jesus. Okay. I’ll get Steve.”
“No, wait…” you said, a little too slowly. It seemed like this private conversation with the baby’s father was going to end up with every single Avenger knowing you were knocked up. You wheeled around on Clint. “What do you mean not the first time?”
“I mean… the first time. You said just do it already when that fucking condom packet wouldn’t open.”
“Yeah, just do it. Put the condom on.”
He looked at you blinking for a moment. “No, just do it. Have sex with me. That’s what ‘just do it’ means.”
“Clint!” you yelped, shoving him. “How could you have sex with someone you barely know and not wrap it up!”
“I don’t know! We’d been drinking and I just really wanted to have sex with you and I thought the ‘just do it’ meant you were greenlighting me for … side effects…”
“Oh, god,” you groaned and just fell against him, leaning your forehead against his chest. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around you and patted your back.
“I’m really sorry,” he whispered as the door opened again and Steve slipped inside.
“Bucky just told me. If you two need to take the morning off…”
You shook your head. “No, it’s okay. I just needed to…” You gestured to Clint, starting to feel an extremely strong urge to cry. Not because you were sad exactly, just frustrated and overwhelmed.
“Right. Well, you could have picked a better time,” Steve said.
“Gee, ya think?” you said and the dam broke. You began to sob uncontrollably.
Steve stepped forward and pulled you into his arms, holding you against his chest. “Right. I’m sorry.” He rubbed you back in soothing circles as he just held you. “Look, we can’t sort anything out right now, but come see me at lunch. We need to alter the way you’re trained. You do still have a place with us. That is if you want it.”
You pulled back and wiped your eyes. “Thank you, Steve.”
He nodded. “If you two need to go talk you can. Otherwise, give yourself five minutes to calm down and join the run again.”
You nodded. “Thank you. Sorry for disrupting the run.”
Steve shrugged. “It happens.”
He stepped out and Clint rubbed your arm. “Do you know what you wanna do?”
You shook your head. “No idea. I just thought you should know. Either way, it would be shitty to find out later, I figured.”
“Right,” he said. “I’m really sorry. I really thought you were saying not to worry about it.”
“Not much we can do about that now. Here we are,” you said with a shrug. “If I keep it…” You had planned to say, 'If you keep it, would he still want nothing to do with you.' Only as the words were coming out of your mouth, you realized how desperate you sounded. Like one of those daytime dramas where some woman lies about being pregnant to keep her man.
“If you keep it?” he asked.
“You don’t have to be involved if you don’t want. Like… I know you’re mad at me and you don’t want anything to do with me. I’m not here to trap you.”
“I don't…” He stopped himself and shook his head. You wondered what he planned to say. He didn’t want his? He didn’t know what to do? He didn’t want to be your friend again?
“Okay,” you said when he didn’t continue. “Well, I guess I’ll let you know what I decide.”
Clint nodded slowly. “Right. Yeah. I guess that’s … Yeah.”
You sighed and let yourself out returning to Kari and Wanda. You had wanted to tell him you missed him. But there was already too much guilt to add that to it. Wanda gave your back a rub. “It’s going to be okay,” she said.
You weren’t so sure but when you noticed Clint return to the group you saw Natasha smack him on the back of the head. You wondered what he’d said.
Summary: Clint is pining over his best friend Natasha's boyfriend. Aw, crushes, no. What he doesn't know, is Nat and Tony are also only friends. Whoops!
Warning: N/A
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Drabble for @tonystarkbingo
Title: N/A
Collaborator Name: Trashcanakin
Card Number: 3031
Square Filled: T1 - Pining
Ship/Main Pairing: (Pre) IronHawk
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: N/A
Summary: Tony confides in his close friend Natasha about his crush on her best friend Clint. Natasha is done with the both of them.
Word Count: 100 [Drabble]
"This isn't funny, Nat!" Tony shrieked in a loud whisper, "there's no way he would like someone like me. You've met me!"
"Oh, you're so full of shit," Nat scolded him playfully, jabbing her elbow into his side. "You're a damn good time, besides, who's to say he doesn't already like you?" She arched her brow with a smirk.
"What?"
"Oh for heavens… you're hopeless, the both of you. How did I wind up with two idiots as my best friends?"
"Nat, I'm an actual genius," Tony replied appalled, but he still grinned.
