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Could you do Peter as Clint and Natasha’s son please xx

Request from @iloveclato19 and @hey-how-r-u… I’m not sure it said they both sent it but they’re two different accounts? I’ve never gotten a request before so I may just be delusional. Anyway, thank you so much for the request! 

Request: Could you do Peter is Clint and Natasha’s son? Xxx

Prompt: Peter finds a stray dog when out on patrol, Natasha disapproves but Clint wants more

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Faint whimpering was heard in the alleyway Peter swung above, making him do a double-take. Slowing down, he turned back to where he heard the small calls for help. That’s when he saw it, a little scuffed up beagle pup staring right at him. 

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“Uh… dad?” Peter looked out into the kitchen, hiding the small dog behind the door frame. He knew his dad, Clint, would approve of a puppy in the house… He just wasn’t so sure if Natasha would like it. 

“Yeah, kiddo? What’s up?” Peter began to sway on his feet, nervous. “Could you come here a sec?” That caught his mothers attention, what could he be up to that he couldn’t come to her instead? But Natasha didn’t show her awareness, no. alternately, she continued cooking the spaghetti they’d be having for dinner.

Clint didn’t think anything of it, probably just a boy problem. So, he walked over to Peter, closing the door afterwards. There was a silence before Peter spoke up, “This is Cooper.” He brought out the dog from behind his back. Barton stared at the pup for a moment, a grin forming on his face. 

“Where did he come from?” Peter’s dad picked up the helpless puppy, watching as its tail started to wag. “I found him on patrol… He was in an ally, all dirty and bruised,” Clint frowned at the idea of the little angel in front of him all beaten up.

“Tasha’s not gonna be happy about a dog in the house…”  Peter pondered for a moment, “We just won’t tell her,” He shrugged. Of course, that plan would never work… Mothers know everything, especially Mothers that are highly trained Russian assassins.

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“Ok, so you’re gonna hide him in your sweater while I go in and act like nothing ever happened. Got it?” Clint looked out to the kitchen before looking back at his son. Cradling the little dog, Peter stepped out nonchalantly.

It didn’t take long before Natasha knew they were hiding something. “Whatchu got, Kiddo?” Peter and Clint stopped in their tracks, looking up at the assassin’s back that was faced to them. It amazed both boys that she didn’t even need to look up to tell they did something. 

“Wha- What do you mean, mom?” that last bit of his sentence getting muffled by a bark… That’s when she turned to face them. “I guess the cats out of the bag…” Clint stated, grabbing the puppy from his son’s sweater. Natasha’s eyes widened, the thing was adorable but surely it would rip apart the whole house.

“More like the dog! Where did it come from?” She stomped her way over to the boys. “Mom, I know you don’t want the dog but hear me out. I found him in an alleyway all beaten up while patrolling, please let us keep him,” Natasha pondered for a moment, looking between the dog, her husband, and her son. 

“Just make sure it doesn’t touch my new suit.”

Could you do New Years clintasha if you have time/ are still doing the list? Xx P.S. your fics are really good!!! Xxx

Request: Could you do New Years clintasha?

Inspiration: Death Bed by Powfu

A/N: Omg, you’re such a sweetie, of course! <3

Warnings: Angst with some fluff

Words: 916

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“Clint, don’t you dare.” The former Russian assassin warned, but this time it was different. 

This time she didn’t scold him for making a stupid quippy comment. This time she didn’t scold him for putting too much whipped-cream on his ice cream sundae. This time she couldn’t scold him for spraying that same whipped-cream all over her face. 

This time, Clint couldn’t laugh at his girlfriend’s reaction to his ridiculous actions.

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Agent Barton lay unconscious on Doctor Cho’s hospital bed. After the events that just happened, Helen wasn’t sure how to tell “The Girlfriend”.  At least what the couple were dubbed at the moment.

It has been at least 2 months since the rumour of Barton and Romanoff dating spread around Coulson’s team. But what a shocker, he let Cap in on the news. And even though Steve was trustworthy, he couldn’t keep this information secret… So, he soon passed it over to someone who you know can trust. Bruce. Which all that mess resulted in poor Banner’s state.

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“Can you believe Tasha and the Hawk are together?” The scientist blurted out, forgetting he was specifically told not to say a word about it. Tony looked up from the Spiderman suit adjustments he was working on for Peter. “I’m sorry, what?” 

Now, if there was one person you’d like personal (Secret) information to slip out in front of, it wouldn’t be Tony. That Stark told the world he was a reckless man in forbidden technology, he can’t keep a secret for the life of him. Especially if he can cause drama in the compound. 

Bruce mentally swore as he stammered for a cover-up, failing and making a fool of himself in front of the Playboy. 

For the rest of the day, Bruce AND the Hulk were frightened that Tasha would find out and murder him. Of course, the team would never let that happen, but Natasha surely had her ways. 

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Natasha choked on a sob, tilting her head up to the sky to help prevent the tears pooling in her eyes from falling. No one has ever seen her in this state before, so fragile and worried. “Clint, please,” Her voice was barely above a whisper. It looked as if she were to break into a million pieces any minute. 

Steve looked at the former Russian assassin with sad eyes, pitying her unfortunate soul. Looking at the time, the super-soldier took a deep breath. 

11:29.

He’s sat with her and Clint for about three hours now, he was getting weak from watching Barton’s heart monitor beep slower and slower by the moment. 

“You’re allowed to leave you know,” The widow’s scratchy voice filled the room with something other than hiccups and hospital machinery. Steve sighed, “I’m not sure if I should leave you in here alone,” 

“I’m not alone.” Natasha rested her chin on her fists, her knuckles turning white. Steve sighed once again but didn’t protest. Leaving the enclosed room, he shut the door behind him softly and turned to the rest of the team in the living room.

“She’s not coming out,” Tony nodded, not paying attention to what Cho had said but instead thinking about Clint. 

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Natasha thought about their moments together as the clock got closer to midnight. Their previous New Years…

Tony walked into the living room, champagne and a slim wine glass in hand. “Y’all ready for new years?” He flopped on the couch and watched whatever show the two assassins had put on. Clint looked towards the mechanic, “Of course! We can finally get over this stupid year,” Tasha chuckled at his words, her way of agreeing to the correct statement. 

She now prayed to someone she didn’t even believe in for Clint to live these last couple of minutes… She wanted him to finish this one last year.

11:47.

Tony popped his head in the room, his anxiety spiking at the sight of one of his best friends unconscious before him. 

"Tasha, it's almost midnight…" he crept up behind her, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Would you like a drink?" His voice cracked. Tony wouldn't dare show his pain in front of anyone. And there was no way he would break down in front of Natasha when she was struggling to keep strong herself. 

"I'm good," She whispered loud enough for Tony to hear. Tony gave a small tap on her shoulder, stalling. "Common Nat-" he was cut off.

"I'm fine." This time her voice was firm and husky. Tony's hand fell down her back and quietly shut the door behind him. 

Now, it was five minutes till midnight. Natasha Romanoff was getting closer to Clint's side with every minute. 

11:57.

"Common, Clinton, I need you," her chest was stuck, her breath hitched in her throat, her lips pressed against each other, denying her salty tears entrance. 

The clock ticked once again, leaving another minute in the past… leaving another heartbeat behind.

The widow rested her head on the bedside, her hand intertwining with Clints.

11:59. One more minute.

The pink, puffy eyes made their way to the analog clock above the window. 

The beeping slowed. 

The stars outside looked so peaceful…

Another beep brought Natasha back to reality. 

00:00.

The line crossed the heart monitor.

Natasha broke down…

Kissing Clinton Barton's lips at midnight, her tears dropped to his cheeks. 

Wiping them off with a smooth yet shakey stroke, Natasha Romanoff told him her last words.

"Happy New Year, Clint," 

Clint: have you met my Russian assassin girlfriend, Nat?

Kate: and what's Nat short for?

Clint: I don't think vodka makes you grow much...