Can I request a Clint Barton and Wanda maximoff fic where Wanda is just really upset, even though she doesn't know why so clint tickles her, wrecking her just so he can hear her laugh? Maybe with lots of raspberries?
Hi anon! Thanks for this request! I haven't really written for Clint and Wanda together, so this was a fun and interesting prompt to write! Hope you enjoy!
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There was an exciting buzz around the compound, as festivities were getting prepared to be in full swing. Balloons were being blown up, red streamers were being hung from the ceiling, and a cake was currently being frosted fresh out of the oven.
Today was an exciting day, as Wanda had taken another lap around the sun. Everyone was giddy with joy, eager to celebrate their favorite witch. The girl had gone through so much trauma, and they wanted to give Wanda a fun day to celebrate the amazing hero she had become. Unfortunately, Wanda was not feeling the same way.
The Witch had woken up that morning, realizing that today was her birthday. She let out a sigh, as she knew she would have to put on a happy face, not wanting to bring the mood down. She couldn’t quite pick out the reason why she was feeling down. It was one of those days where she was just in a bad mood. Although she wanted to talk to someone about how she was feeling, she knew if she brought it up, it would just ruin the day.
“Where’s Wanda?” Clint asked Natasha. “Beats me, last time I saw her, she was still sleeping,” the redhead responded. Clint decided to take matters into his own hands, and went looking for the powerful witch.
Clint knocked on Wanda’s door, waiting for a response. “Wanda, are you in there?”
Wanda had been awake for hours now, but couldn’t muster up the strength to put on a happy face and act like everything was okay. She was hesitant to respond, as part of her wanted to be alone, while the other part of her wanted to talk her feelings out.
Wanda wasn’t sure if she should pretend like she was sleeping or not, but she didn’t have time to decide, as Clint had already opened the door.
“Wanda? What’s wrong? Why aren’t you up yet?” Clint asked with concern. “It’s just one of those days you know,” Wanda said, sighing sadly. What frustrated her even more was that she could not pinpoint what exactly was bothering her. She wasn’t feeling sad, or angry. It was another emotion that she could not put into words.
“I’m not exactly sure what you mean by that, but if I can help, I’d be more than willing,” Clint responded thoughtfully. The archer hated seeing Wanda so sad, especially since today was her birthday. After all that the poor girl had gone through, all he wanted was for her to be happy.
“Would it make you smile if I told you that Yelena went out of her way to bake a cake for you?” Clint asked. The thought of the sweet, young girl doing something nice for her made her heart feel warm and fuzzy, almost enough to get her to smile. The thought soon faded away, and so did her temporary happiness.
“Wrong wire, I guess,” Clint said, trying to now think of dad jokes to tell Wanda.
“Why did the tomato turn red?” Clint asked, eager to give Wanda the answer. “I don’t know,” Wanda answered flatly. “He saw the salad dressing!” Clint exclaimed before breaking out into infectious laughter.
Wanda found the joke so corny, but found herself struggling to not laugh at the joke along with Clint’s ridiculous laughter. The witch snorted, before quickly containing her laughter.
“I saw that smile Wanda,” Clint said, smirking at her. “You saw nothing,” Wanda calmly stated, until she let out a shriek when Clint tackled her and pinned her to the bed.
“Since you can’t explain why you’re upset, and won’t laugh at my ridiculously funny jokes, I’ll just force it out of you instead,” Clint said with a giant grin.
“What are you going to do to me?!?” Wanda cried, genuinely scared now.
“This!” With that being said, Clint quickly began to scribble and squeeze Wanda’s sides, causing her to break out into loud laughter.
“CLIHIHINT STAHAHAHAP,” Wanda laughed out, trying to break out of his hold. “What? I just wanted to see you smile and hear you laugh. Is that a crime?” Clint asked, moving his hands into her underarms.
“YEHEHEHS IHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIS,” Wanda shrieked.
“You could probably break someone in half with your powers, but somehow a little tickling takes you down?” Clint stated, now moving towards her feet.
“Nohoho nohohot thehehehre,” Wanda squealed out. “Fine, then I’ll do this instead,” Clint said, turning back around and blowing a giant raspberry into her stomach.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO LEHEHEHEHT MEHEHEHEH GOHOHOHO,” Wanda screamed out, as Clint just blew another loud raspberry, turning her laughter silent.
“What happened to your laughter? Where did it go?” Clint asked smugly, giving her one last raspberry, while spidering his fingers up to her ribs.
The witch was now a screaming, giggling, squirming mess, her face flushed and red. Clint looked down at her beautiful smile, as it had finally returned, along with her infectious, loud laughter.
“You are so mean,” Wanda said, pushing him away. Clint didn’t respond, but instead just wiggled his fingers on the bottom of her sole.
“NOHOHO STOHOHOHOP IHIHIHI TAHAHAKE IHIHIT BAHAHACK,” the witch cried out, kicking Clint in the stomach. “I realize now why you told me not to tickle you there,” Clint teased, as the witch blushed at how sensitive she was.
“Do you want to talk about why you were upset?” Clint asked, now in a more serious manner. “No,” Wanda said, but Clint could hear the mischief in her voice. It wasn’t a “no leave me alone” kind of no. It was more of a challenging “no.” Almost as if she was daring him to get it out of her.
Before Wanda could even say anything else, she was lost in her laughter once again, as Clint now drilled into her hips. Wanda bucked against him, and let out a scream of laughter.
“Want to tell me now?” Clint asked mischievously. “NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOP,” Wanda cried out. “I’m not stopping until you tell me,” the archer responded with a teasing tone.
He knew Wanda was going to put up a fight, so he went back to his secret weapon that he always used on his kids, which had also caused the witch’s laughter to go silent earlier.
Clint bent down to blow a raspberry, but stopped just above her stomach. Clint watched as her whole body tensed up, and giggles were already pouring out of her mouth. “You can give up and just tell me now,” Clint offered, with a shark-like grin on his face.
“Nohohoho neheheveher,” Wanda giggled, before wheezing with laughter as Clint’s mouth met her stomach. She twisted and squirmed, trying to get the awful feeling off of her stomach. Weakened by her laughter, her squirming wasn’t of much use. “OHOHOKAHAY IHIHIILL TEHEHEHELL,” she screamed out.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Clint asked, as Wanda stuck her tongue out at him.
Wanda eventually caught her breath and began to speak. “I just feel a little guilty. I held a whole town hostage, and yet you guys are celebrating me today. It just doesn’t feel right,” Wanda said with a frown.
“Wanda, we’ve all done bad or wrong things in life. It’s not like you did it for no reason. You were grieving, and we all know what you’ve been through. We’ve been with you almost every single step of the way. We want to celebrate you because of how amazing and strong you are. Not many people would be able to pick themselves up from all the trauma that you went through,” Clint said sincerely.
“I guess you’re right, but I just couldn’t face you guys being all happy for me without feeling a little guilty. What if it was you guys that I held hostage? I would never forgive myself,” Wanda said solemnly.
“Well it wasn’t us, and even if it were, we would forgive you and always love you,” Clint reassured her.
“There’s also something else,” Wanda continued, looking at him innocently.
“What is it?” Clint asked.
“Since today is my birthday, I’m turning one year older. That means I’m getting old…like you,” Wanda finished with a smirk, quickly taking off to escape from the archer.
Clint reacted just in time to catch her and throw her back on the bed, quickly sitting on her legs and scribbling as fast as he could on her soles.
“NOHOHOHO STOHOHOP IHIHIHT OHOHOLD MAHAHAN,” Wanda laughed out, struggling to yank her feet away from those tormenting fingers.
“Not until you say I’m not old,” Clint said, wiggling his fingers lightly under her toes, causing her to cackle now.
“IHIHIHI DOHOHONT WAHAHANT TOHOHOHO LIHIHIE,” Wanda snarked through her laughter.
“Don’t make me blow another raspberry,” Clint warned, turning around.
“NOHOHOHO DOHOHONT IHIHI ADMIHIHT YOUOU’RE YOUOUNG,” Wanda cried out, not imagining what it would be like to have another raspberry blown on her sensitive stomach again.
Wanda huffed and glared at Clint. “You know, I’m going to get revenge on you, you know. Don’t think I don’t know about how ticklish your armpits are. Natasha told me all about it,” Wanda warned. Clint just chuckled, as they walked downstairs to where the festivities had started.
Natasha had walked past Wanda, but not without pinching her side first. The witch let out a yelp, and jumped away from the redhead. “What was that for?” Wanda shouted at Natasha.
“I heard you screaming with laughter upstairs, so I had to test it out myself,” the redhead said with a smirk and a casual shrug. Clint saw this and came over towards Wanda whispering, “Why don’t we both wreck Natasha? We both have our reasons.” The redhead had seen them whispering, and became suspicious.
“WHO WANTS TO JOIN ME IN THE FIRST ACTIVITY OF THE DAY?” Wanda shouted as she and Clint chased after the redhead, ready to tickle her to pieces. The redhead turned on her heels and sprinted away from them as fast as she could. Little did she know, there were more people behind Wanda and Clint.
Wanda thought back to what had just happened, realizing that she was loved, and deserved to have a special day to herself. She knew Clint had just tickled her to pieces to try and cheer her up and make her happy again. Even though it was torture for her, she appreciated the thought of Clint trying to help her in any way he could.
Natasha on the other hand, had just pinched her to be a jerk, or “a big meanie,” which is what Wanda called her. The witch was all cheered up, and would be even happier when she finally got to wreck the redhead, and eventually Clint, but probably another time.
