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Private Lives

Title: Private Lives Squares Filled: Natasha Romanoff Bingo - G4 - Clint Barton - @natasharomanovbingo​ ​Clint Barton Bingo - B2 - Clint/Natasha - @clintbartonbingo​ MCU King Bingo - I1 - Roleplaying: Master/Slave - @mcukinkbingo​ ​Warnings: none  Art: 

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Green

IronWidow (Natasha x Tony)

~600 words

“Nice tie.”

Tony looks down at his tie, then smirks at Natasha. “Hey, don’t knock the tie, it’s silk. Besides, Legolas likes it. Seemed rather envious, actually.”

Shaking her head, she says, “Only Clint would be jealous of a Hulk tie.”

“Gotta wear green on St. Patrick’s Day. I wouldn’t want to get pinched.” He looks her up and down. “Speaking of…”

“Don’t even think about it,” she warns. She reaches under the collar of her black sweater and pulls out a fine gold chain with a small emerald shamrock hanging at the end.

Tony quirks an eyebrow. “A necklace? You do know that can be used against you in a fight, don’t you?”

Her voice dry, she says, “It’s a party, Tony. Are you expecting Doombots to storm the Tower?”

“Hardly. But there’s only one of me, you know, and practically everyone here wants a piece. Have you seen the way Steve looks at me? And Clint? And Bucky? And...well,” he chuckles, “I’m not going to list everyone, you get the idea. So you see, you might have to fight someone to take me home tonight.”

“Oh, Tony,” she says, sliding past him to take a seat at the bar. “If only you could give me half the love you have for yourself.” She looks at him over her shoulder, then adds, “On second thought, I’m not sure I could handle that much.”

He slips up behind her, snaking an arm around her waist. “I’m hurt,” he murmurs into her ear. “You think I love me more than I love you?”

He’s in fine form tonight, she thinks to herself, holding back a smile. “Have you met your ego? Honestly, some days I wonder how you fit it in your suit.”

With his lips so close to her ear she can feel the vibrations, he says, “You already used that line, Tash. But it wasn’t about my ego.”

Natasha turns so he can see her raised eyebrow, her slight smile. “You’re misremembering who used that line, Tony. Should I have JARVIS play the recording? We were sitting right here, I’m sure there’s at least audio.” His face pales slightly when she adds, “I’ll bet the others would like to hear it, too. Who did you say wants a piece of you again? Clint and Bucky look like they’d like some company over there, or maybe Steve and Sam? Bruce looks bored, I’ll bet your antics would cheer him up a bit, or, oh look, Thor’s here–”

“Alright, alright! Enough! You win.”

She smiles and taps the tip of his nose with her finger. “There, that wasn’t so…” Her eyes flick down below his waist for a fraction of a second, then back to meet his gaze. “...hard. Was it?”

He groans softly. “You act so proper, but you’re such a fucking tease.”

“Play your cards right and you might get lucky tonight.” She raises an eyebrow.

Taking her hand, he pulls it to his lips and brushes his lips across her knuckles. “My lady.” He slips an arm around her waist and pulls her off the barstool. He keeps his hand on the small of her back as they walk across the room to join the others.

Just before they reach the sofa she murmurs, “Thank you for the necklace.”

Tony kisses the top of her head. “I knew you didn’t have anything green, and I didn’t want anyone to try to pinch you. Like you said, it’s a party. I thought it would be best to avoid any fights.”

She stops, looks up at him. “But I like fights.”

He’s taken aback until she giggles. “Tell you what,” he murmurs into her hair. “We’ll go to the gym tomorrow and you can beat up all the boys.”

Natasha smiles, turning her face up for a kiss. “Best boyfriend ever.”

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My first fill for @natasharomanovbingo!!

Square filled: Natasha/Tony

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Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairing: Clint Barton/ Natasha Romanoff Square Fill: I’m so sorry, Touch Starve A/N: @clintbartonbingo & @natasharomanovbingo

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Title:  A Triple Threat Squares Filled: Natasha Romanoff Bingo: B5 - Natasha/Pepper/Maria @natasharomanovbingo ​Warnings:  none

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Days Like This

Natasha pov

gen (background winterhawk)

~1k

Sometimes having a family is overwhelming.

When Natasha was growing up she only thought about the mission, only worried about herself. Sometimes she had to protect an asset, but generally it was things she protected, and most often it was information stored in her own brain. And she’d been extensively trained to look out for herself, to the point where it was almost easy.

There had been others, sure. Some even stayed longer than she’d ever expected. But she’d never truly thought of them as family.

(Well. There had been a few. But that’s a whole other story.)

But then Clint and Coulson had been added to her little sphere of existence, and everything turned upside down. Yes, it was still all about the mission, most of the time. But there were other times, small moments, when they were just...people. Learning how to be people. Together.

And now.

There are six of them at the Barton Farm, sprawled on the back porch that runs the length of the house. Clint leans against Bucky, his left arm in a sling. He’d broken it that morning trying to stop a runaway truck from running into a little boy. He’d saved the boy, but his arm is going to take a month or so to heal. Bucky’s murmuring to Clint; she can’t make out every word but she catches something about “reckless behavior” and “hero complex.” She almost rolls her eyes. As if Bucky wouldn’t have done the exact same thing.

Thor has a bottle of beer in his hand, a microbrew he brought from New York. He’s practically singing its praises to Sam, who keeps looking past Thor to Steve for rescue. Steve doesn’t help, just grins. “It’s nearly Asgardian! Such rich flavor, such lovely color. What say you, friend falcon?”

Nat herself is leaning against one of the support posts, one leg bent with her foot flat on the wooden slats of the porch and the other dangling off the edge. She’s apart from the others, but only just enough to breathe. It’s good to be here, away from the closeness of the Tower, away from the constant comings and goings, away from someone (usually Tony) insisting on giving orders and someone else (usually Clint) insisting on getting hurt. It’s not quiet, not exactly, but there’s a lack of people noise that she’s learning to appreciate more and more. She hears crickets under the porch, and further out she hears the higher buzz of tree frogs. The first time she’d been here she’d been sure they were insects, hadn’t believed Clint’s insistence that they were frogs until he’d taken her out and hunted one down with her. She hadn’t been able to sleep that first night; the sound of the frogs in her ears drowning out every other sound until she thought she’d go mad. But tonight it soothes her, reminds her that this place–like the Tower, like her team–has somehow become home to her.

“Another!” Thor’s voice booms out into the relative stillness, and Nat looks up to see Sam shoot forward, almost falling, reaching for the bottle in Thor’s hand. Thor’s laugh echoes into the night. “I’m not going to break it, little bird. ‘Twas only a jest.” Sam sits back, half glaring, half relieved; Steve tries hard to cover his grin, but he can’t hide from Natasha.

“But I will have another,” Thor says with a smile. When he comes back from the kitchen he has two bottles; when Sam grudgingly accepts the other Thor says, “All is forgiven then?” Sam nods, then actually smiles.

“Oh look! Fireflies!” Clint leaps off the porch, as if he didn’t grow up on this very farm, chasing fireflies on just about every summer night when he was small. She watches him, leaping and laughing, and she can’t help but smile. She knows he doesn’t have many happy childhood memories, of course he should relive this one.

And then, because he’s Clint, he trips over what looks like nothing at all. He hits the ground hard with an “oof!” and then there’s a drawn out groan of pain. “Buck,” he calls, but Bucky is already there, and so is she, trying to assess the damage. They look at each other in the dark, as if to say, How do we protect this ordinary and often very clumsy human from himself?

“It’s my right foot,” Clint says, at just the same time Natasha says, “He stepped in a hole.”

Clint winces as Bucky runs his hands over the offending foot. Bucky says, “I don’t have x-ray vision, but I think you may have broken something. We’ll wrap it up, get it checked out in the morning.”

“There’s an x-ray on the quinjet,” Steve interjects. He, Thor, and Sam are standing around Clint too now. She has to bite back a smile; they all look like they want to be doing something to help but there’s only so much Clint to go around, and Bucky’s already scooped him up to carry him back to the house.

Bucky gives Steve an even look. “Will it make any difference if we x-ray it tonight?”

Looking uncomfortable, Steve finally says, “Not really.”

“Then I’m taking him to bed.”

Clint grins and winks at Steve.

“Not for that,” Bucky says.

Clint pouts. “Spoil my fun,” he mutters.

“You’re the one who had to run barefoot into an uneven field in the dark.”

“But there were fireflies!”

Natasha just shakes her head, listening to the two men bicker as Bucky carries Clint back to the house. Behind her Thor is pointing out stars to Sam, and Steve is trying to convince Thor that he should help them catch fireflies. “I think you might be able to just call them to you,” he says to Thor. “Can’t you at least try?”

“Oh, he’s so right,” Sam says. “I mean, they’re lightning bugs.”

Yes, sometimes family is overwhelming.

And complicated.

But she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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Square filled: Broken Bones

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To Touch Her Again

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26852047

Summary: After getting caught up in Ultron’s invasion and unsure what is happening elsewhere in the US and the world, Natasha is reunited with her love, Brunnhilde; her Valkyrie.

Warnings: none

Square fill: Natasha/Valkyrie for @blackwidowbingo 

A/N: This takes place during the Age of Ultron comic event not the AoU movie; I know in the comics Valkyrie is blonde hair, blue eyed, and White, but I kept MCU Valkyries aesthetic because TESSA!

- o - o - o - o -

Natasha searched around one of Fury’s safe house bunkers for some direction to take regarding the Ultron invasion and subsequent takeover; however, she wasn’t exactly sure what she was looking for, what clue Fury might have left behind, and part of her mind was preoccupied and drifted elsewhere. She heard Marc mention Thor, and her thoughts were further driven toward Brunnhilde, her Valkyrie.

As Natasha was in San Francisco visiting her two friends, Rich and George, on a rare mini vacation she’d allowed herself, news broke of attacks and mayhem in New York City. But why wasn’t she being contacted through her Avengers ID card like usual? No calls came in; no attempts at any communication. She dialed Tony, and alarm immediately filled her. Tony, his face colored with total distress, attempted to communicate the peril he and the city were in, but Natasha only got a garbled message: “…he’s everywhere.” Natasha needn’t any further explanation; she knew instantly. Further reports came in about attacks at the White House and around the world. Then San Francisco was descended upon by Ultron’s Sentinels.

Her eyes fell on the cork board hanging on the wall. On it, Fury posted pictures of heroes and villains, people he knew he could trust, people he couldn’t, and people who the jury was still out on. Naturally, Natasha’s gaze stopped on Brunnhilde, and she willed her eyes not to fill. Like she had told herself when Rich had been struck down by Ultron’s robots, and then she had to kill George because he’d been taken over by Ultron, there would be a time to grieve. That time still had not come.

Natasha took the photo off the board and gently ran her fingertips over her girlfriend’s face. She wondered where she was. Was she safe on Asgard? Knowing Brunnhilde, if she was on Asgard during the invasion and heard about it, she’d leave and come to earth to help fight. Was she in New York? Was she in a safe house? Was she alive? Would Natasha ever get to touch her lover’s face again in the flesh?

She carefully, reverently, placed the photo where it had been stuck on the cork board and continued to look for any directions Fury may have made for this scenario of the end of the world. She had found them and looked them over as Marc startled himself awake from a nap.

“We have to get to the Savage Land,” she informed him. She knew the potential of meeting up with other heroes that had made it to the Savage Land safely, and Natasha allowed herself to be filled with hope that she and Moon Knight weren’t the last two left.

- o - o - o - o -

Natasha’s best friend, Clint, was the first to spot her when she entered the Savage Land safe house. He rushed to her, hugging her quick and hard.

“Clint, is she -?” Natasha whispered pulling away and looking in his eyes for some clue about her lover’s fate.

Clint stepped to the side and jerked his head behind him. Natasha looked past his shoulder and saw her. The two women covered the ground between them in less than a second. They embraced, clinging desperately to their answered hopes and nuzzling faces into each other’s necks, feeling the other’s hot breath. The pair pulled away, but kept their hands on each other.

“Baby, I thought -“ Natasha choked out.

“I thought the same,” Brunnhilde cut her off, not wanting Natasha to finish the thought. “You are injured,” she said noticing the wound to Natasha’s eye.

“It’s nothing,” she said though she knew it was relatively severe. She was surprised she still had use of it; George’s swipe at her face had almost taken her eye out.

Natasha ran her hands along her girlfriend’s dark hair, smoothing wild strands coming out of Brunnhilde’s braid. Her hands came around to Brunnhilde’s face, pale fingers softly tracing over her Valkyrie’s tawny tan skin. Natasha flashbacked to San Francisco and holding Brunnhilde’s photo and the overwhelming uncertainty she felt.

This, this touch, was real. Her love was alive and, considering the circumstances they all found themselves in, safe.

Natasha brought her lips softly to her girlfriend’s lips and finally allowed herself to do something she’d wanted since San Francisco. She began to cry. She grieved for Rich and for George, but mostly her tears were out of relief that here she was able to touch and hold her lover again.

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