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[thewidowblack-blog]

COMM. Agent Dumbass.

N: What do you think you are doing? A panther, really?

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take me for what I am | clint & natasha

Nat was no stranger to solo missions, before SHIELD, she always worked alone. It was the only way to work and stay alive. The less people who knew her face, the better, because the day she was compromised was the day she would die. Looking back then, Nat knew it to be true, she had died that day when Clint had found her. Just the rest of her hadn't caught on to the fact, believing that everything she had done since had meant anything at all. Snorting lightly into her drink, she looked around the room, spying her target. It was a simple job; get in, get the kill, and get out without dying at any point in between. The same as she had done for years but even as the crowd around her bustled with energy and excitement for tonight's event, the smile painted in her face had faded after the third mistaken identity had broken her concentration. Everywhere she looked, she could have sworn she saw him there, watching her like always before she remembered that she had requested a solo mission, without his knowledge. It seemed like a good plan at the time, something the Black Widow would do, run from anything that was close to genuine emotion. "Try to look like you're at least enjoying yourself, Nat." Her earpiece buzzed slightly from the voice at the other end. Her breath caught in her throat, hiding the startled reaction behind the glass in her hand. Before she could stop herself from thinking it yet again, her mind went straight to Clint. For a moment there imagining that it was his voice at the other end and not just another red shirt of an agent, tucked away back at their safe house. His absense from her side was more prominent now that she was out in the field as opposed to back at the school. At least there she could still keep tabs on him; where he was, what he was doing, and not feel so alone but out here? Out here she was on her own, something she had not been for years thank to him. It wasn't anything she couldn't handle but it didn't make her feel any better about the situation. If she hadn't said anything, if he hadn't, if they had just known to leave the past well enough alone - she wouldn't be standing there in a dress that cost more than anything in her room back at the academy. "I'm trying," she whispered out under her breath, turning her shoulder to the target and giving him a clear view of her back, left open by the dress. "But if you could smell him, you wouldn't be able to enjoy anything either." Static only answered before it clipped off and Nat frowned, Clint would have thrown a quip at her, saying something that would have broken her into a smile while fighting off a laugh that was sure to follow. She remembered pushing her way into Fury's office after their first mission together, demanding a new partner, someone anyone other than Barton. She didn't care that she was already hanging from a thin rope there, only Barton's word keeping her alive, she couldn't work with that man. Fury asked why and she only had one thing to say, he made her laugh.

[lillian-graham]

The Way She Makes You Feel [Clint/Lil]

Another night, another ordeal, that seemed to be the theme of this school. Tonight, everyone was buzzing with the news about Captain America, even Lillian was shaken by the man’s current state. He was so strong, but he was lying in a bed in the hospital ward, completely unconscious and possibly dead to the world for all they knew. Lillian sighed heavily as she pulled her hair free from the braid it was in. She shook her head so her hair fell free and got up from her bed. She pulled on a pair of leggings beneath her gray sweater she had been wearing and then got to her feet.

She brushed her hair from her face when she ducked down to grab the bottle of Jim Bean that was under her bed. After flicking off her light, she tucked the bottle under one arm and left the room, locking the door behind her. Lil padded her way through the halls of the school, rounding the corners and heading up toward the wing the teachers had to themselves. Three years in this school and she had the rooms down. While she walked, she trailed her fingers along the wall and doors until she came to the room she wanted.

Curling her fingers into a light fist she knocked lightly at the door. Waiting a few moments she eased the door open slowly. “Barton?” She called out his name softly, a slight drawl to her voice as she slowly entered the room. “Present?” She still spoke in that same quiet voice, the edge to it could have been completely innocent, it could have been sultry, it was nearly impossible to tell. Pulling the bottle from beneath her arm she moved forward and placed it on the desk. “Can I sit?”

[lillian-graham]

Morning and Drafts.

Morning: "I tooooold you that you'd end up here. I win."

Drafts:

"You're an idiot"

"Why won't you just send me ONE naked picture. JUST ONE."

"Seriously, never wear a shirt again."

"Why are you so dumb?"

"Have you actually asked Romanoff out yet?"

"Dude. ONE nude picture - everyone's doing it these days."

"If you sleep me with me once, I promise to never mention it again."

"If you and Nat have babies, would they be ginger? Does her carpet match the drapes?"

"BARTON. Barton. Barton. Barton. Barton. Barton. Barton. Barton. ONE NAKED PICTURE PLEASE?!"

[thewidowblack-blog]

professorclint replied to your post: Just saying. Would you ever have a baby? Not necessarily with Clint… though… that’d be nice.

Why do you get the weird ones? I want weird ones.

I don't want them. I'd gladly send you mine.

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Not looking forward to this | Clint & Nat

Nat spent most of the morning out of sight, keeping to herself as the school bustled around her getting ready for the beach. Yet another event approved by Fury that took over the school before it had even happened. She had spent every class the day before, whipping kids into shape who were barely registering where they were as they were all so wrapped up in how they were going to spend their free weekend. The scavenger hunt was a nice touch, she could see as students and teachers were already pairing up to win the prizes being offered. Nat only rolled her eyes are their excitement, ready for it to start so they would leave her in peace as she stayed inside the next morning and had the place pretty much to herself. There was the odd student and teacher roaming the halls but they didn't say much or stick around looking for something do to, they were like her, just looking for some quiet to clear their mind. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy what she was doing at the school, it was all she had ever done with her life and was now teaching it to others. It was all she knew and these little excursions were something she hadn't ever had when she was their age, she was out on the field landing targets for her employer. There weren't balls or bonfires, unless they were part of the mission and slipping in was crucial, she was hard pressed to find herself mingling at the beach, bonfire, or the camping afterwards. Who would willingly choose to sleep in a tent when they had the luxury of a bed at their disposal? She had spent years sleeping on the ground, with nothing but her mind to keep her company and it wasn't the best of company. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she ducked around a corner and headed back to her room. The sounds that normally filled the hall were quiet, barely murmurs of the last running off to the beach echoed back to her ears. Even most of the teachers had gone off which meant that it would be a solitude night inside without any noises keeping her company as she lie awake at night, thinking and planning, from neighboring rooms. Yet as she turned the last corner to her section of the wing, she saw the one person who could very easily derail her plans. Her footsteps slowed until she stopped in front of her door, keeping her eyes off of him as the door unlocked and gave way. She stepped in silent, hearing his footsteps follow her inside as she dropped the keys onto the small table against the hallway and spoke, "I know what you're going to say but I'm not going, Barton."