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➸ Underneath and Unexplored by eiluned

Warnings: none Characters: Clint, Natasha Genres: hurt/comfort | Smut: yes, explicit Word count: 5211 | Status: complete

My comment: A class on seduction with our favourite pair of assassins. A progression of emotion in five parts. Natasha-centric.

1. Natasha first tried to seduce Clint a few weeks after he helped her defect from Russia. Well, she gave it a half-hearted try back when he was just trying to kill her, but she didn't think that counted. The first time she tried it, she thought it was a way to repay her debt to him. She was grateful, you see, that he had looked into her and saw something more than a coldly efficient spy and a killer. She was a coldly efficient spy and killer, but she had always felt something lurking beneath the surface. There was more to her than what she had been trained to do, but she had never really had the opportunity to dredge whatever that was from the bottom of her soul. He looked at her and saw something. Maybe it was something familiar, something he recognized from himself, from his own past, but whatever it was, it made him stop, think twice about just putting her down. It made him defy his orders, made him help her rather than kill her. And she thought sex would make up for that. She was young back then, and her head was still firmly in a bad place.

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➸ Know Thyself by eiluned

Warnings: none Characters: Clint, Natasha Genres: hurt/comfort | Smut: no Word count: 1583 | Status: complete

My comment: Clint helps Natasha find herself after 'The Winter Soldier'. Beautiful.

He found her. He always found her, and it was a source of both frustration and relief. She could never just disappear because he would root her out, could never be completely alone because he was always a step behind her. It took her years to realize that she didn't actually want to be completely alone. But this time was a little different. It wasn't fear that made her disappear, though fear would probably be the smartest emotion she could feel. Or, it was fear, but not because her identity was blown wide open. It was fear that she wasn't good enough. That she wasn't trustworthy enough, and she needed to hide for a while, to lick her wounds and figure out how the hell she was going to face the world again, who she would be when she emerged from this cocoon. For someone who could make herself into literally anyone, Natasha really didn't know who she actually was deep inside. ➳ Read more

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➸ Rivers and Roads by shtuff (ff.net)

Warnings: none Characters: Clint, Natasha Genres: angst, hurt/comfort | Smut: no Word count: 4798 | Status: complete

My comment: It’s gonna hurt, but you’ll love it. A very beautifully written piece of work.

Two days after everything came so terribly close to ending, Clint asks for a leave of absence. Fury looks at him, sees everything he's so desperately trying to hide, and nods. He tries not to show how thankful he is for understanding -- tries to preserve a little bit of his dignity as he turns and walks away, fighting the urge to run with every marching step.  He throws things in a suitcase without really looking at them -- too wrapped up in the need to get out and away before he drowns in the guilt and the blood that refuses to come off his hands. There's a sound in the doorway and he turns to see Natasha with a bag over her shoulder and determination written across her face.  "No," he says, trying to sound firm but only managing tired. "Yes, " she replies and her eyes spark with a familiar fire that tells him he has no hope of winning. So he sighs and nods and ignores the rush of relief he feels and knowing he won't be alone. ➳ Read more

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➸ Between the shadow and the soul by viverella

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Clint, Natasha, Steve Rogers Genres: angst, hurt/comfort | Smut: no Word count: 11924 | Status: complete

My comment: A beautifully written piece on the development of their relationship. Highly recommended!

Clint Barton learns fairly quickly that Natasha Romanov is one person he may never quite be able to figure out (it doesn’t stop him from trying though, either because he’s stupid or he likes torturing himself or both). So when he asks Natasha, “Do you know what it’s like to be unmade?” And she replies, “You know that I do.” All Clint can think is, No, no I don’t, because he’s been working and fighting alongside her for years now and if he’s learned anything, it’s that she’s the most difficult person to know anything about that he’s ever met. Clint learns the way her body works before he learns how she thinks, learns the feel of her soft skin, the exact placement of all her scars from bullets and knives and worse accumulated from a long, long career as a killer, the quiet stutter of her breath when she comes apart entirely beneath him. He learns that she talks in her sleep in tense Russian before he knows which of the skeletons in her closet make the ridge of her brow furrow and her teeth clench. He knows the sensation of her heel at his throat and her fist in his gut, but not why sudden movements when she’s sick can put her on edge for hours. ➳ Read more

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➸ enough to go by by sweetwatersong (ff.net)

Warnings: self harm, smoking Characters: Clint, Natasha Genres: angst, hurt/comfort | Smut: no Word count: 1490 | Status: complete

My comment: This fic is going to kill you but you'll love it. One of my favourite Clintasha fics ever. Exquisitely written.

Clint picks up the habit in the aftermath of New York, the rush of nicotine nothing compared to the steadiness of his hands as he pulls out the first cigarette, cups it against the fall wing and breathes life into it. There is something so simple about the minute flame, controllably, touchable, erasable; on, off, on again with the flick of a switch. Bright against the dimness in the alleys, bright and warm within his curved hands, steady hands, hands that shake no more. She finds him leaning up against the corner of the apartment building, feeling relaxed for the first time in days -- weeks, if he's honest, months if he can admit it, and really the lie of normalcy is the only thing he can cling to Th the moment so no, he's not honest, not about that. He exhales a stream of smoke, watching her with the cigarette low against his side; watches, waits, for her reaction, for her expression. ➳ Read more

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➸ you are the only exception by bittervoid

Warnings: none Characters: Clint, Natasha Genres: hurt/comfort, angst | Smut: no Word count: 1461 | Status: complete

My comment: A take on the development of Clint and Natasha's relationship. 

The blood seeps from splintered knuckles— It hurts, bones brittle and snapped so easily like a fence panel, but it’s nothing she hasn’t had before. Burst vessels in her eye, a broken leg or ribs shaped into a new cage by someone’s boot; most at a younger age, at her most vulnerable and just learning the trade of an assassin, most done by her creator. She hisses as the bandages press against raw skin, split open by how hard she’d punched her target, and doesn’t look up when she senses Clint hovering at the door. She knows his arms are crossed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. ‘Who pissed you off this time?’

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➸ Chess by HappeningInMyHead

Warnings: none Characters: Clint, Natasha Genres: hurt/comfort, angst | Smut: yes Word count: 4215 | Status: complete

My comment: Oh my goodness, all the beautiful smut. So.....what exactly made Clint bring Natasha into SHIELD?

Some people compared him to God. He was watching from the rooftop as she emerged from the building into the throng of people outside, her red hair taunting him as she swished from person to person. It’d be so easy to end her right then and there: to send an arrow shooting through her skull at breakneck speeds and watch the chaos that ensued around her lifeless figure, but he needed information from her. The arrow would have to wait. Leaving his makeshift nest he gripped the edge of the roofing and swung in through a door on the second floor into a vacant room. He shot out into the hallway only encountering a single tipsy couple as they scurried to their room. He took the stairs two at a time, threading seamlessly through the thickening crowd. He slipped out into the cool night air and caught sight of her instantly. Her read curls bounced as she schmoozed another ancient businessman into a conniption. He sped up as she began to turn away and barely caught her shoulder in time. She whipped around to face him, her body tense, and her blue eyes sharp and warning. He looked into her eyes and he knew—without a doubt—that she knew exactly why he was here. He broke out into a jovial smile as he released her shoulder from his vice like grip. ➳ Read more

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➸ Laid Bare by chez_amanda, eiluned

Warnings: none Characters: Clint, Natasha, Phil Coulson Genres: hurt/comfort, fluff | Smut: yes, explicit Word count: 19594 | Status: complete

My comment: So much unapologetic smut.

"All right, Agent Barton. You’ve convinced Director Fury," Coulson said as he stepped back into his office. "You are to fly to Moscow and make contact with Agent Romanoff. Provide assistance with her mission if she deems it necessary." Swallowing a sigh of relief, Clint picked up the black folder Coulson slid across the desk to him. Natasha was in trouble. Well, she might be in trouble. She had been undercover in Moscow for the last month and a half, and she hadn’t made contact with S.H.I.E.L.D. in the last two weeks. So she might be in trouble, but no one really knew, and Clint wasn’t going to take any chances. This was Natasha, and Clint never fucked around when her safety was on the line. "That is your identity," Coulson continued, sitting with his usual precision of movement. "You are Alex Reynolds, the son of an American oil baron, and you are in Moscow for a series of meetings with a Russian petroleum company. This will leave your evenings free to visit The Pigalle, the club where Agent Romanoff is working undercover. Your flight leaves tomorrow morning." ➳ Read more