#natclint

[somewherefornow]

NATASHA ROMANOFF/BLACK WIDOW & CLINT BARTON/HAWKEYE in SECRET EMPIRE (2017)

[innkeepercore]

“No, Tasha. It’s a hotel. You can’t break in.”

Prompt by myimperfectform

[stars-of-nixie]

For @clintbartonbingo, C1 - Dancing.

Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff, Dancing Partners. 

[navpike]

clint: Due to circumstances beyond my control-

natasha: Impulsivity and inattention to detail.

[talkplaylove]

…when they see her in the rock pool, looking at them from under her lashes, through the curtain of her red hair. Beckoning with a fingertip. They all follow her to their deaths almost gladly in the end. 

The Shimmering by @claudia-flies | The Shimmering Art Tag by @talkplaylove

A collab for the @capreversebb 2018

[consistenthero]

The thing about Clint being married is the fact that half of my fave marvel fics arent even altered by it. Like NatClint was already so ambiguous in A1 that it just got transferred like that over to fics and now I'm angry because YALL COULD HAVE JUST BEEN WAY MORE OBVIOUS ya damn spies.

[imaginetasha]

Imagine Natasha waking up from a nightmare and going into the kitchen to make a hot chocolate and Clint's already there amking one for himself

Her nightmares are not quite so scary anymore. She doesn’t wake up already crying, bolting up after having to pull herself out of the memories that haunt her; she wakes up with a sharp gasp, eyes blinking open, and her body tense against the mattress. Sleep still doesn’t come back so easily though and she decides after she steadies her breathing to get out of bed.

In the kitchen, Clint sits at the island with only the light above the stove on. She looks at him for a moment, bathed in light so dim that she mostly sees the outline of him rather than his features. She’s not surprised when he looks up a second later and gives her a soft, tired smile. “What’re you drinking?” Her voice is rough from sleep, catching a little in her throat.

He doesn’t answer. He waves her over and then stands, pulling a mug from the disk rack next to the sink. Natasha takes the seat Clint vacated, watching as he moves around her. She’s not exactly sure what he’s adding to the cup, his back always blocking her view, so she lets her elbow rest on the island, propping her chin in her hand, content to just look at him. He turns, pouring something from her kettle into the mug. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I know I have to hand wash it when I’m done.” He sets the mug down in front of her and then settles onto the stool next to her. Peering into the cup, she smiles. “Family recipe.” He takes a drink from his own mug.

“Oh yeah?” She cradles the mug in both hands and when the hot chocolate slides down her throat, warmth blooms within her.

Clint nods. “Barney used to make is after bad nights… Used to drink this a lot.” She takes a few more sips while Clint drains his cup.

“Thank you,” she sighs, leaning into his body. He slings an arm around her shoulders, presses a kiss to her hair.

[sanctuaryforalluniverses]

"The Space Between" - Clint/Natasha

I just had to do something about the farm.

000

She should let him sleep.

Natasha told herself this for the 15th time as she looked up at the darkened windows of Clint's apartment, trying for a slightly more convincing tone than she'd managed earlier. She'd just gotten back in from an assignment in Gaza, her first solo mission since the Battle of New York, and he was due to leave for Colombia in the morning. He needed all the rest he could get, especially since she knew the nightmares hadn't gone away completely.

The fact that she missed his face was irrelevant to the situation.

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