[Sorry, you can’t have this one. He’s mine.]
For jelliesandcreams because she’s the one who suggested some Clint x Natasha :)
Mmm, yes. Delicious whump.
“You know, Clint’s hands may look hard and tired, but I have only ever known them as soft and warm.
And he seems to like to fall asleep on his stomach.
And he has this ridiculous habit of stopping for coffee everywhere we go.
And anytime we need an alias, he likes using names from old Hitchcock films.
And sometimes he doesn’t want to talk, but it almost feels like we can have a whole conversation in silence.
But he can always make me smile, even when I don’t want to, and I always find myself doing the same for him.
Most of all, he likes me to hold him when he is in pain.
But no matter how much pain he is in, he will always do what he can to take away mine. “
Companion piece to this
But no silly comic for this one..! But I can imagine she is talking to Pepper? IDk
The end.
Intense Gaze
That look, those arms, the sweat…
“Starting to root for this guy” as in “They sent me to kill her and I made another call” kind of root for this guy? Did he and Coulson make a deal after the whole whoops-Black-Widow-is-now-an-asset-sorry-Coulson deal where Coulson made Hawkeye promise to tell him when he started rooting for the person he was supposed to shoot in the head? How many times has this been a problem for Hawkeye? Is he, like, known in SHIELD for being the agent who might adopt the target you sent him to kill?
I firmly believe that this is what happened with him and Natasha. Like, Fury gives Clint the order, the next thing he knows Barton’s dragging Natasha in being like BOSS CAN I PLEASE KEEP HER I PROMISE TO CLEAN UP ANY BODY PARTS SHE LEAVES LYING AROUND PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEEEEEASE
And his instincts aren’t bad, he manages to pick out people who will actually be assets, so it makes Coulson think twice when he says it?
HEAD CANON FUCKING ACCEPTED.
I gotta take this call, it’s important.
You know, Nat has naturally red hair.
And she likes the snow, but she loves the rain.
She likes to lay in bed on rainy mornings.
She has this spot on the back of her neck she likes me to rub.
And she particularly enjoys candle light.
And she likes to dance, but not when anyone is watching.
And when she is feeling tired and down, she likes to lay her head in my lap.
And she sings Russian songs, and I don’t understand them but I still love to listen.
From this = http://lettiebobettie.tumblr.com/post/23626326500/i-dont-think-its-really-spoilery-but-just-in
I have been working on it for a while… finally finished it up today.
Now back to commissions!
Guess which one I’m super into, guys. Guess.
(Hint, it’s the one that looks like it could be breathplay.)
(Source: tawmmm)
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Music: Tarr and Irina by Alberto Iglesias
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black widow; ledger dripping with red. hawkeye; a man no more virtuous.
Because Clint Barton grows up living in a trailer with his brother and some man neither of them are related to. Because Clint Barton is fifteen the first time he get arrested: he rears his head against the press of the cop’s palm on the top of his skull, swears when he’s bundled into the back of the squad car. Because Clint Barton learns a lot of things on the road, and part of it’s how much money is worth and part of it’s how much people are worth, and part of it’s what it feels like to get punched over and over and over and lay in the dirt and gravel of a Minnesota parking lot behind a falling down sports colosseum in late fall until he can get up again. Because before he turns eighteen, he’s good with a gun even if he prefers a bow, and he’s gotten into more parking lot fights than he can count.
It’s not the same thing - it’s not the same thing at all. Because Natasha gets reeled in and pulled to pieces and spent who knows how long doing unscrupulous things; Clint Barton starts at point A and slides down from there, aware but not stopping it and without the same kind of determination, without the longevity. Without the same kind of genuine satisfaction: Natasha Romanoff is sixteen when she garrotes a man in his apartment while his children are in the next room. It’s not the first time. When she’s done, she washes her hands in the adjacent bathroom and uses the soft towel hanging on the hook. She takes a moment, looks into the mirror, and carefully puts her hair back in place.
Clint Barton is twenty when he shoots someone for the first time. He doesn’t know if they die. He shoots and then runs and he doesn’t look back.
(Source: gourmetfastfood)
You could never take me hand-to-hand, Clint.
