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An Arrow?

 “That an Arrow around your neck, Romanoff?”

Pairing: Clintasha

Takes place after Natasha was shot by Bucky in Captain America: The Winter Solider

A/N 

Written by me :) Please do not copy, if so you may put credit

Maria was currently applying pressure to Agent Romanoff's bullet wound, the relief for Fury outwitted the pain in her shoulder. Relaxation consumed her as the anguish went numb. 

"So, Sam… was it?" Hill started small talk, the awkward serenity was unusual due to the hole bleeding out. “Yup,” Natasha’s husk, yet soft voice was covering the winces. “That an Arrow around your neck, Romanoff?” She raised a brow.

Maria had been looking for more… well, action? No. Drama, In the office. She already had enough action considering her salary. Being an agent, it was her job to look farther into the personal lives of her co-workers. The romance area. Something obvious has been mingling between two certain assassins, and she took this opportunity to dig deeper.

“Yeah, Barton gave it to me for my birthday. Said it was a symbol for long-lasting companionship,” 

“Thought you didn’t celebrate your birthday?” The brunette smirked.

“I don’t. Barton does.” Tasha groaned, visibly aware of where this conversation was going and visibly trying to prevent it from going there. 

“It’s different with Clint, isn’t it?” Natasha could hear practically hear her partners cockiness growing by the second.

“Don’t start, Hill.” She smirked once again.

“Oh, I’m afraid I already have. I’ll continue, though.”

The Widow stood up, ignoring Maria’s protests concerning her wound. She quietly left, after being shot she needed her beauty rest.

Trick or Treating adventures

Tony and Steve take little Peter our for Halloween

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A petite Peter awoke from his slumber. His mission: annoy his father.

The small bean wandered around the tower, searching for Tony. He passed by Natasha, Wanda, and Bruce on his way over.

" Hey мой маленький паук, where 'you going?" Peter looked up towards his aunt and his eyes instantly widened. " Uncle Clint?!" Natasha laughed at the small boy's confusion. " No Глупый паук, it's still me, Aunt Tasha." He gave her another confused look. " I'm dressed up as uncle Clint! It's Halloween, Детеныш паука!" Peter made an 'O' face as he looked towards the others.

" Brother Vision and uncle Thor," he stated, pointing at Wanda then Bruce. Wanda lifted the small child and set him on her lap. " We're dressed up as our boyfriends," Peter perked up and many ideas ran through his head of who he wants to be. " I wanna be Daddy!" He jumped up and down in Wanda's lap.

" I wanna surprise Daddy and be Iron Man!" Bruce chuckled at how happy Peter was. " Why don't we see if Pepper and Happy could design you an Iron man costume?" Peter nodded his head enthusiastically before his smile faltered. " Uncle Bruce, where's your hammer?" The scientist laughed yet again then sighed. "I can't lift that hammer, only Thor can." 

~~~

Peter ran to his room in excitement. 

"Miss Friday, may you call Ned, please? I gotta tell him about my Halloween costume!" The bean jumped up on his bed and lifted the pillows in search of something. "Hey, Pete! What'cha looking for?" Ned's face came up on the hologram, really, really close up. "I'm looking for my Iron man gloves, the ones Pepper made me!" Ned backed away from the camera and watched Peter flip over yet another Black widow plush. "Why would you look under your stuffies?" 

Peter huffed in defeat, spreading his body out in a T-pose across the bed. "I keep them there at night for when I watch Daddy's fights," he mumbled a little something about pretending to be him but no one caught on. "Oooohhh…" there was a small silence before Peter took a deep breath, letting it out in a loud scream like groan before his voice cracked. He soon sat up and looked at Ned through the hologram. "I'm all good now." He gave a smile. "What are you going as?" 

Ned quickly ran out of the frame view and came back two seconds later holding a brown furry costume. "I'm going as chewy! I already got the impression spot on,"

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"Little Peter, Pepper would like you to meet her in the living room." Peter looked up from his colouring book. "Loki Doki, thank you Miss Friday!" He abandoned his pregnancy test blue Crayola crayon.

He skipped his way through the halls and soon made his way to the living room. "Hiya, Miss Pepper!" He ran up to her and gave her a tiny leg hug of excitement. "Hiya, bean!" She crouched down to his height, "I finished that Iron man costume for tonight," Pep smirked as she felt Peter's arms wrap around her once more. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The small boy jumped up and down in her grasp. 

Pepper pulled out a little Iron man mask to fit the tiny boy's head, along with an Iron man onesie. Peter quickly snatched the costume out of her hand and put it on, with Pep's help of course. After she helped Peter with the suit, he tugged the mask on his face and looked up smiling, even if no one could see. Pepper laughed at his antics. "Someone's excited, you ready for tonight?" Peter took his mask off, leaving his curls ungroomed and nodded his head over and over. 

“What’s daddy going as?” Pepper sighed, “Your dad doesn’t like to dress up for Halloween,” Peter frowned. “But everyone else dressed up!” Pepper remembered seeing Thor dressed up as Bruce trying to convince Loki to dress up as something. “Oh yeah, and what did they dress up as?” She stood up and went to sit on the couch. “They went as their boyfriends. Auntie Nat was dressed as uncle Clint, sister Wanda was dressed as brother Vision and uncle Bruce was dressed as uncle Thor!” He exclaimed, trying to get up to Pepper’s lap. Pepper hummed and helped the boy sit in her lap. 

“What if daddy went as his husband, papa?” 

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“Hey, Tony, would you be so kind as to take the younger boys out trick or treating?” Steve walked into his husband’s lab, mingling around a bit. “Sure thing,” He sighed, “I can’t believe that Harley doesn’t want to go with us this year…” Steve put a hand on the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist’s back. “Hey, he’s getting older, he just wants to go to a Halloween party with his friends,” Tony looked up. “I didn’t even know he had friends!” There was an awkward silence.

“What are you wearing?” 

Steve looked at his outfit. A black tank top with a blue circle in the middle, resembling the Arc reactor in Tony's chest. A pair of red sunglasses resting on his forehead, a fake beard and some light blue jeans. 

“I’m you!” Tony sighed again. “You could’ve just asked for the suit, that would’ve been easier,” Tony gave his husband an unimpressed look. “But then I would be Iron man,” He whined. “ don’t get me wrong, I love Iron man. I would just much rather be my Tony Stark!” Tony rolled his eyes,” Why did you dress up as me anyway?” As if his excitement could get worse. “Everyone else is dressed up as their significant other, I wanted to join!” By now it was clear Tony was extremely annoyed at Steve’s antics. “Whatever,”

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Peter waddled into his father’s lab, one question mingling in his mind: who are you going as? 

“Daddy, daddy!” He cheered in his little Iron Man costume. Tony turned around to face his son. “Oh. My. God! You’re dressed as a little me!” He squealed at his son’s adorableness. The question that was on Pete’s mind was soon forgotten because of his father’s excitement. 

“Yeah!” He mimicked the hand reupholsters while making sound effects with his mouth, even if he didn’t have the gloves.

“Bud, where’d the Iron Man mittens Pepper gave you go?” Peter flushed in embarrassment, he was hoping Tony wouldn’t find out they were missing. “I might have lost them…” 

Tony sighed. “Aw man, guess we’ll have to get you new ones then,  huh?” The frown on the spider's face turned upwards into a giddy smile again. 

“I had something to ask you…”

“Oh yeah? And what was that?”

“I forgot…” He pondered for a moment. “Oh! I remember, who are you going as?”

Tony chuckled. “Daddy doesn’t dress up for Halloween, sorry Pal,” He picked up the once again frowning Peter and propped him on his shoulders. “But I’ll be taking you and your friend Ted Trick or Treating tonight!” He tried to hype up the little tike again.

“His name is Ned, daddy!” Peter hugged his father’s head. “Is it? Darn, I could’ve sworn it was Ted,” Peter laughed at what he thought was one of his dad’s jokes, when in reality it wasn’t. 

“Common please, daddy… you gotta dress up its Halloween!”

“I betcha no one else in the tower is wearing something, other than your Papa,” Tony tried to spar himself from the embarrassment of dressing up.

“Nope! Auntie Tasha was dressed up as Uncle Clint!” Peter leaned forward so he was blocking Tony’s view with his hair. “Everyone’s dressing up as their Boyfriends.” He said Matter-Of-Factly.

Tony sighed, knowing there was no way he’d get out from dressing up as his boyfriend… Captain America. Not to mention he always thought Cap had the cringiest suit. Ever. Like, why little wings on his helmet? With the giant ‘A’ on the top too? And don’t even get him started on the bright stripes.

“You want me to dress as Papa, don’t you?”

“YEAH!”

~

So here the three were, Son, Papa and Dad. Peter and Steve dressed as Tony and Tony dressed as the one and only first avenger: Captain America. In the old fashion suit.

“This is stupid, lets just get Ted-”

“Ned.”

“Ned and go.”

Steve chuckled. “Common, babe, can’t be that bad…” Tony turned to his loving husband. “Your suit looks like a three-year-olds Treehouse Superhero special.” 

“Alright, someones not in the mood for Trick or Treating,” Steve picked up his son, him and Peter both blowing Tony a little raspberry before buckling the smaller Tony in his car seat.

~

Once they got Ned, the four were going door to door. Tony stealing some of Peter’s candy while he wasn’t looking.

It wasn’t till later, when they got to the Thomson’s house, that Tony was visibly tired.

Peter rang the doorbell, Star Wars theme pillowcase in hand. A man in a fancy suit opened the door, a little boy in an Iron Man costume like Peter behind him.

“We don’t give out candy.” The man in the suit said with a cold expression. Steve’s happy-go-lucky stare turned into a glare within seconds, this dude didn’t have to be so disrespectful about it. Peter’s still a child for crying out loud.

Before either of the super parents got to say anything, the other little boy dressed as Iron Man spoke up. “Hey! Puny Parker, is that you?” The boy, now Peter knew named Flash, teased. 

This time the Peters parents didn’t even speak, they were just in shock at how ignorant this child was.

“That’s a stupid costume. You don't look anything like Iron Man nor have the gloves to go with it,” 

That was where Tony lost it.

“EXCUSE ME? I HAVE YOU KNOW THAT MY SON IS THE FUTURE IRON MAN AND HIS COSTUME IS TEN TIMES BETTER THAN YOUR POOR COSPLAY! DON’T EVEN LOOK AT MY SON EVER AGAIN-”

Tony was getting pulled back by his husband as Peter and Ned watched in awe. Meanwhile, Flash ran back into his house.

~

“Tony, you don’t threaten little children.” Steve took off his fake glasses, scolding the billionaire. “He made fun of our kid, our kid, Steve. Weren’t you upset?” Steve sighed.

“Of course I am, child’s a brat. But that doesn’t mean you can almost kill him,”

“Whatever, we don’t need to go Trick or Treating next year. I’ll just buy Pete candy.”

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. 

~

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,"