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"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."
Clint stared blankly. “What?”
Clint led the way from the room and out of the main doors, humming quietly as they walked down the street.
He followed happily and held Clint’s hand quietly.
As they approached the Chinese restaurant, Clint released Steve's hand just long enough to hold the door open and allow him to enter first.
May I have this dance? (You don't mind do you?)
“Of course.” She smiled.
Clint kicked his leg with a grin and spun her away from him, keeping their fingers linked together.
She placed her hand on his chest.
He covered her hand with one of his own, linking their fingers there.
Natasha leaned in kissing his cheek softly.
Clint smiled softly, "I do rather enjoy dancing with you, you know."
@ruby-agent Once Natasha heard Clint scream in the middle of the night she ran into his room, her gun in her hand ready to shot some guys, but all she saw was Clint tossing and turning in his bed and screaming.
“Clint!” She called out and sat next to him, shaking him so he wakes up “hey Barton wake up! It’s just a nightmare wake up!” She said holding his face.
–
He couldn’t get out. He was stuck. Hands were touching him, shaking him, gripping his cheeks and chin. Clint shot up, sitting bolt upright and clinging to the gentle hands that were holding him. He knew from the comforting scent it was Natasha and he buried his face against the juncture of her neck and shoulder, heavy breaths shakily escaping him.
Natasha looked at him still worried as he sat up and she rested her hand in his hair at the back of his head and one at his back “hey Barton.. It was just a nightmare.. You’re safe..” She whispered.
“You wanna talk about it? What happened?” She whispered.
Clint shook his head slowly, carefully pulling away from her and turning his head to look around the room. His eyes were guarded and his voice rough as he replied, “Just something that happened a long time ago.”
Natasha watched him and nodded slightly. still worried. She moved her hands from his face but still looked at him. “You need something? Some water?” She asked him. Though she wanted to know what he was dreaming about she didn’t want to rush him.
Clint shook his head again, finally feeling his heart start to calm from its rapid pace. He locked eyes with her, silently telling her he’d tell the whole story another to her another time. Brushing a hand through slightly sweat damp hair, he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands.
Natasha listened to what he said and nodded “alright.. You should try and sleep again..” She whispered and stood up from his bed. She wanted to tease him, say something stupid like they always do, but Clint really looked like he saw something terrifying. So she just gently stroked his cheek “goodnight Barton..”
He leant into her touch and as he did, his hand came up to gently grasp her wrist. “Wait, Nat wait.” He paused a moment, hesitating before letting her go. “Just, thanks. For waking me up.”
Natasha turned around and looked at Clint as he stopped her. She smiled slightly and nodded “same goes for you silly..” She replied
Clint chuckled a little and let her leave, settling back down into his covers.
It was less than an hour later that Clint made himself comfortable curled up at the end of Natasha’s bed. He’d been too shy to ask her to stay earlier, but he’d stopped in her room before and her nightmare seemed to ease under his presence. He hoped she’d do the same for his.
As Natasha turned on the other side in her bed she noticed something. Indeed someone.
She sat up and checked out who was in her bed. As she recognised Clint, peacefully sleeping she smiled slightly “silly hawk..” She whispered and moved to a side, gently stroking through his hair “come here Barton.. Make yourself comfortable..” She whispered gently pulling him, so he laid next to her.
He followed the movement of the gentle hand in his hair, shifting up to plant his head on a pillow. He felt Natasha moving next to him and curled closer to her, moving into a ball and cushioning his head on her stomach. “Th'nk y’ Na’…” Clint mumbled, already on his way back to unconsciousness.
Natasha watched his movement through the darkness and smiled as she felt his head resting on her stomach. She laid back into her pillow and her fingers gently ran through his hair until she was sure that he was asleep again. Soon enough Natasha fell into a calm sleep herself. She hasn’t realised how she relaxed once Clint was close to her.
Clint awoke to someone stirring underneath him. He was a little confused, his mind fuzzy on the details of the night before until it dawned on him he wasn't in his bed. He was sharing Natasha's with her. He stretched his leg, flexing the muscles before repeating with his other leg. As he did so, he turned onto his side just enough to see her face.
[TEXT] Nat, help. Shit's gone wrong and I need an out. SHIELD aren't helping, please... I need you.
[TEXT] where are you Barton? What’s wrong?
Clint struggled to right himself. From his slumped over position on his side, he glared up at the hired muscle his captor had employed through bleary eyes. A rivulet of blood spilled over from his eyebrow, running into his eye and causing him to blink rapidly to move it on. The rope bounding his wrists together had loosened, and he was working on getting his hands free. A movement in his peripheral vision had him pausing to listen harder and the almost silent sound of footsteps comforted him. His left hand slipped free just as the goon pulled a wicked looking knife from the table. Both he and the shadow pounced at the same time, although his moves were much more staggered.
Natasha checked out what was going on there. She noticed Clint and his movements told her that he knows she’s here. She looked at the other man who was about to torture Clint again. Natasha pulled out her gun. She knew a gunshot would bring the other guys soon, so she jumped down from her position and tried out her new amazing electroshock weapons on her wrists to defeat that guy.. Well at least for some minutes so she could help Clint. Once that huge man fell on his knees she turned to Clint and supported him so he won’t stumble “you’re an idiot Barton.. Are you okay?”
Clint's balance wavered as he got to his feet, knees shaking and threatening to buckle any minute. He watched as Natasha came out of hiding, lightning fast in her attack on his torturer. Feeling her slim arm wrap around him, he leant heavily against her as exhaustion finally won out. "Not an idiot, didn't plan this to happen. 'N yeah, will be when we're out of here." He slowly led her toward where he thought there to be an exit, stumbling along next to Natasha with clumsy steps.
"Um, excuse me dude? Is this your wallet?" Clint held it up between his fingers.
Once the young man heard someone behind him he turned around and looked from the other guy to his wallet in his Hand. Dean checked his pockets “yeah.. Thanks man..” He said. It would be weird for him to explain his brother that he lost his wallet with all his fake ID cards.
She looked at him sceptically. “Agent Romanov. Pleasure. I see you’ve already met Agent Barton.”
Clint chuckled at her overprotectiveness. “I met Agent Smith a while back. He’s cool, Nat, no need to worry.” He gave her a cheery smile, one which softened the glare she was subtly shooting at Dean.
Dean couldn’t hold back his smirk as he checked Barton’s sister out.
“So.. What’s going on here.. And why are you guys here?” He asked moving his hands inside his pockets.
Clint glared when he saw Dean ogling Natasha, but knew she’d handle it herself if it came to it. He almost missed the woman’s reply.
“Such unusual circumstances typically warrant SHIELD’s input. We have a unique task force designed to handle the most insane or abnormal of threats.” She’d noticed Agent Smith checking her out - of course she had - but he was cute so she wasn’t too bothered.
Dean ignored Clints glare, he supposed it was just some big brother protection stuff. He listened to Agent Romanoff and smiled slightly “well.. Welcome to my world..” He mumbled and turned around to check the dead body, well the parts that remained “well.. Someone was pretty hungry I guess…”
"Mmm." Natasha hummed in agreement.
"Definitely some sort of animal, a big one. I recognise those marks." Clint shared a meaningful look with his partner and she instantly knew he was referencing his circus days. She nodded once, imperceptibly to anyone who didn't know her, but more than obvious to Clint. "We'll take photos and samples, see what our techs pick up."
Natasha nodded more obviously this time, keeping up the facade of a more investigative agent than the spied she and Clint were.
"Hi, I just moved in next-Door~ "
Clint looked up at the cheery voice, finishing locking his apartment door before turning to face them. “Hi.”
Clint ruffled his hair. “Well, there’s not a lot to tell really. I lost my hearing when I was pretty young, and I don’t have any family left. I’m a bit of a nerd as well, and I love coffee. And pizza. Can’t have the second one a lot though, my work would kill me. I’m an archer though, one of the best in the country actually.” She didn’t need to know it was actually the world.
Emma couldn’t help it but look at his messy hair while she listened to him. But his personal yet sad details made her look into his eyes. She didn’t know what she should say about that, though she would have never guessed that Clint lost his hearing. “In the country? Well when your arm is better again you need to prove that..” She said smiling at him.
"Oh don't you worry, I will." He teased, smiling back at her, "I'd much rather do archery than sit alone bored in my apartment when I've got breaks from work. Looks like I won't be able to do that for a while." He glared at his shoulder and wrist before looking back up at her. "You said you like computer-y stuff? How'd you get into that?"
"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."
Clint stared blankly. “What?”
Clint led the way from the room and out of the main doors, humming quietly as they walked down the street.
May I have this dance? (You don't mind do you?)
“Of course.” She smiled.
Clint kicked his leg with a grin and spun her away from him, keeping their fingers linked together.
She placed her hand on his chest.
He covered her hand with one of his own, linking their fingers there.
“I’m trying to flirt with you, okay?”
Clint stopped short at that. He glanced up, eyebrows drawn together. “Wha’?” He answered with, completely intelligent in his response.
“Hi.” He grinned back, pressing a kiss to her forehead before rolling onto his back, pulling her with him.
“Sleep well?” Rebecca asked Clint, smiling.
He nodded once, burrowing his nose into the juncture of her neck. “You?” He mumbled, still a little sleepily.
“Definitely, I was next to you.” She grinned, kissing his forehead.
Clint smiled at the kiss, pressing one of his own to her neck gently. He rolled them to the side, pressing his cheek against her shoulder.
She giggled, “Clintttt,” Rebecca smiled up at him.
“Whaaaaatt?” He copied her tone of voice, smiling back at her.
“I love you.” Rebecca grinned, kissing his nose.
Clint wrinkled his nose after she kissed it. “I love you.”
“I love you more.” She kissed his cheek.
“Not possible.” He kissed her forehead.
“Really? I think it is.” Rebecca giggled.
Clint shook his head in an exaggerated manner. “Nope.”
“Fine,” Rebecca sighed teasingly, leaning her forehead against his. “I guess you’ll just have to prove it”
"Don't I always?" He teased, kissing her nose softly twice before capturing her lips in a gentle kiss.
“I don’t want to go back to sleep…”
Clint looked at him sadly. “What did you see?”
“Everything,” Pietro sighed.
Clint sat up a little more, rubbing his tired eyes. “Do you wanna talk about it? I’ve heard that helps.” He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling the soft spikes gently. He waited patiently for the other man to reply.
“I just…–” He took in a deep, shaky breath and let it out, trying to figure out the way to describe what had woken him in the first place. “I can’t seem to sleep well anymore. All I ever see is the HYDRA labs that experimented on me. It terrifies me.”
Clint tilted his head as he listened, trying to think of a way to reply which would be both comforting and helpful. He waited until Pietro finished speaking before offering his suggestion, "Have you tried a therapist? I know they suck, but they help a little."
// sorry I've been distant for the last few days, school's just been busy and I'm helping out at an open day today so I won't be home until like half 1 my time. Will reply to everyone after Im home though promise
“Your hair is so soft…”
“It’s too cold! Get back here…”
“No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”
“You’re so cute when you pout like that!”
“C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working!”
“Surprise tickle attack!”
“Share your jacket, I forgot mine.”
“Just relax, I’ll wash your hair for you.”
“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
“I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long—come here, I missed you.”
“Are you wearing my shirt?”
“Ssh, you’re safe. I wont let go of you.”
“What, does that feel good?”
“HA! I found a weak-spot on you, didn’t I?”
Make them cry
Blackmail them
Interrogate them
Yell at them
Physically hurt them
Torture them… gently
“I’m trying to flirt with you, okay?”
Clint stopped short at that. He glanced up, eyebrows drawn together. “Wha’?” He answered with, completely intelligent in his response.
“Hi.” He grinned back, pressing a kiss to her forehead before rolling onto his back, pulling her with him.
“Sleep well?” Rebecca asked Clint, smiling.
He nodded once, burrowing his nose into the juncture of her neck. “You?” He mumbled, still a little sleepily.
“Definitely, I was next to you.” She grinned, kissing his forehead.
Clint smiled at the kiss, pressing one of his own to her neck gently. He rolled them to the side, pressing his cheek against her shoulder.
She giggled, “Clintttt,” Rebecca smiled up at him.
“Whaaaaatt?” He copied her tone of voice, smiling back at her.
“I love you.” Rebecca grinned, kissing his nose.
Clint wrinkled his nose after she kissed it. “I love you.”
“I love you more.” She kissed his cheek.
“Not possible.” He kissed her forehead.
“Really? I think it is.” Rebecca giggled.
Clint shook his head in an exaggerated manner. "Nope."
"Hi, I just moved in next-Door~ "
Clint looked up at the cheery voice, finishing locking his apartment door before turning to face them. “Hi.”
Clint ruffled his hair. "Well, there's not a lot to tell really. I lost my hearing when I was pretty young, and I don't have any family left. I'm a bit of a nerd as well, and I love coffee. And pizza. Can't have the second one a lot though, my work would kill me. I'm an archer though, one of the best in the country actually." She didn't need to know it was actually the world.
"Um, excuse me dude? Is this your wallet?" Clint held it up between his fingers.
Once the young man heard someone behind him he turned around and looked from the other guy to his wallet in his Hand. Dean checked his pockets “yeah.. Thanks man..” He said. It would be weird for him to explain his brother that he lost his wallet with all his fake ID cards.
She looked at him sceptically. “Agent Romanov. Pleasure. I see you’ve already met Agent Barton.”
Clint chuckled at her overprotectiveness. “I met Agent Smith a while back. He’s cool, Nat, no need to worry.” He gave her a cheery smile, one which softened the glare she was subtly shooting at Dean.
Dean couldn’t hold back his smirk as he checked Barton’s sister out.
“So.. What’s going on here.. And why are you guys here?” He asked moving his hands inside his pockets.
Clint glared when he saw Dean ogling Natasha, but knew she'd handle it herself if it came to it. He almost missed the woman's reply.
"Such unusual circumstances typically warrant SHIELD's input. We have a unique task force designed to handle the most insane or abnormal of threats." She'd noticed Agent Smith checking her out - of course she had - but he was cute so she wasn't too bothered.
