Sep 23, 2012
Oh gosh, would you kill me if I said do Clintasha for all the story prompts?
No killing, just a lot of loving instead, but that's a lot of writing. I got this. This is gonna be fun.
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Oh gosh, would you kill me if I said do Clintasha for all the story prompts?
No killing, just a lot of loving instead, but that's a lot of writing. I got this. This is gonna be fun.
"Short Skirt/Long Jacket" Cake
Erica, you need this song in your life. It's soooo Clintasha.
Sentence fic! Clint, Natasha, dance?
Years they'd danced around each other, circling, getting close, pulling back, almost like they were teasing one another, but they both knew they'd never give in; giving in meant they acted on it, said it aloud, but that would have made them different people than the ones they'd been for decades.
Ooh, ooh, for the three sentence fic thing, Shenko, Medieval AU?
Medieval Shenko AU (may possibly extend this into a mini-series fic)He had never seen a fighter truly display the tenets of knighthood the way his Commander had. He would lay his life down without a second thought if it had been ordered. Never would he have guessed that the greatest knight had not only been a woman but the lady he had secretly loved.
Clintasha treasure hunting AU
Clint kept watch at the mouth of the cave, glancing over his shoulder at the redhead in the brown fedora as she inched her way towards the massive emerald on the pedestal, the gem about as big as his arm and carved like a prancing horse.
"Hurry up!" he hissed, hearing the shouts of the men following them echo across the canyon beyond the cave. He'd already cut the rope bridge, so it would slow them down, definitely.
"Barton, why don't you give me the gun and you disable the booby traps?" Natasha snarled, dropping a small bag of sand on a tile in front of the pedestal, jumping back when spikes protruded around the lip of the column. She grinned, leaning over and grabbing the emerald horse as the mountain around them started to shake.
"Time to go, sweetheart," Clint grunted, running over and yanking her against him before he shot a zipline towards the roof of the cave, and the opening there that cast a bright shaft of sunlight on them.
"Don't call me sweetheart," she snapped, gasping as they were yanked upwards.
"You got it, babe!" Clint yelled, grinning as they flew.
(yeah, three sentences. Whatevs.)