Title: With Lips and Tongues, A Conversation
Series: Love on the Run
Characters: Sharon Carter, Natasha Romanoff, some random OCs
Fandom: Marvel Movie Verse -- Post Captain America: Civil War, Pre Infinity War
Summary: Sharon is afraid and brave and Natasha absolutely supports her.
Rating: PG-ish, maybe PG-13
Pairings: Natasha Romanov/Sharon Carter
Warnings/Spoilers: None.
Big Damn Table Prompt: Conversation
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Title: It's Different
Characters: Clint, Barton, Natasha Romanov, Phil Coulson
Genre: friendship, pre-slash
Fandom: High School AU
Summary: Natasha thinks her friend has a thing for teacher.
Rating: PG but there is a bit of foul language
Pairings: pre-slash
Warnings: Natasha, an 18 year old senior, believes her best friend might have a crush on their school's assistant principal who is obviously a good bit older than him. There is nothing "happening" in this except a shoulder squeeze.
Spoilers: None.
Title: Stronger Together
Characters: Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton
Genre: mostly friendship, a little bit of angst
Fandom: Marvel Movie Verse
Summary: Natasha struggles after the battle with Thanos.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Natasha/Darcy
Warnings/Spoilers: None.
Thanks to Rebby for helping me clean this up though, I'm sure I've still got a few mistakes in there. Obviously I don't own these characters but this story is just for fun and not for profit.
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Natasha wasn’t usually one to think much of sore muscles or a few bruises, but she was trying desperately to find an inch of her, hell, a centimeter of her, that didn’t hurt right now. Thanos had reigned down fire and brimstone and aliens that made the Chitauri seem like cuddly, oversized, overly enthusiastic puppies who just needed a walk. The medic had looked her over and wanted to take her to the hospital, but she didn’t do hospitals if she could help it. Plus there were so many people out there who needed the hospital more than she did. She’d heal soon enough anyway. The Red Room may not have been able to get the same serum that HYDRA used on Barnes, but they hadn’t left her unaltered.
She’d always healed faster than others. Clint knew and always said he was jealous. Darcy knew, too, of course. It didn’t seem to make Darcy feel any better, but Natasha hadn’t wanted the two of them to have secrets. There were some things Natasha would never be able to share, but those weren’t her secrets. Regardless of what some of her handlers had thought in the past, it was Natasha’s choice to share or not share that little bit of information.
The serum did usually need food or at least some kind of fuel which meant she needed to eat, but getting off this park bench in the middle of a once again devastated New York City didn’t appeal right at the moment. She’d have to move eventually, but she laying on one of the few still intact benches seemed like a good idea for at least a little bit longer.
She felt the vibrations on her wrist letting her know all was well at home and her gut twisted, the guilt from what she put Darcy through, again and again, weighing heavily on her. Darcy was joy and humor and kisses that tasted like pop tarts. Natasha was sarcasm and violence, and blood covered hands.
“You know, Romanov, you could’ve told me Darcy kicked you out. You know you can crash with the kids and me. I won’t let my kids’ favorite aunt be homeless.” Clint’s voice jarred her out of her thoughts.
“Fuck off, Barton.”
“Scoot,” Clint told her affably, ignoring her bitten off curse. Natasha lifted herself, wincing at the pain in her ribs. Thankfully Clint was quick to get settled so she could drop her head into his lap. She made sure not to hit any special, sensitive spots, but Clint still grunted a little in protest. Served him right for being a jackass. And scaring the shit out of all of them with that last stunt off a moving aircraft. After a few moments of quiet and adjusting to their new positions, Clint stroked her hair. It felt nice, and she was grateful for the contact.
“How did you end up unhurt?” Natasha asked.
“I’m just that good.”
“I hate you, and everything hurts.”
“You love me, actually; I’m your only friend. And don’t whine, you’ll be okay soon.”
“Like you have so many friends yourself.”
They stayed on the bench in silence again for a while. It was nice to have her friend here. She thought she felt a couple of her toes heal since they didn’t hurt so much anymore. She just hoped they’d repaired correctly and she wouldn’t have to break them to put them back in place. That was her least favorite thing besides Thanos and post-battle depression.
After a few minutes, Clint broke the silence. “Do you know if Darcy is okay?”
“Yeah, she’s safe and sound.”
“You talked to her?”
“Tony modified the technology in those bond bracelet things--the ones that if you touch yours, the person who has the other can feel it--so that she and I could keep in touch. The bracelets only communicate with each other. It’s just little buzzes and taps, but we have a sort of shorthand morse code. No one would know if she’d sent an emergency message.”
“You’re sure?”
“Oh, absolutely. Darcy knows how to make an S.O.S. look like an “all good” to anyone, but me.”
“Good. And how are you?”
“I need food. Think we can call for a pizza?”
“Even if half the city wasn’t currently rubble, I’m not sure if anyone delivers to random park benches.”
“If Tony gave them a big enough tip they would.”
“Yeah, you can ask him if you want, but I’m still not talking to that guy.”
“Clint, you talked to him literally five minutes ago.” Natasha was exasperated.
“No, Tony talked, I grunted. That is not the same thing.”
“Your family is fine. I know he threatened them, but everyone is fine now. Plus, he gave you an honest to God apology and some really nice new tech.”
“It’s the principle of the thing.”
“God, you’re stubborn.”
“I’m stubborn? Who is sitting on a park bench avoiding going home to their woman?”
“That’s both of us, Clint. I don’t see you rushing home.”
“I’m here because I’m a good friend, and you’re in need.”
“Yeah, in need of food.”
“Go home to your woman, Natasha, she’ll make you some food. And nurse you back to health. Oh,” Clint dragged out “oh” like he was Andrés Cantor. “I bet Darcy would look hot in one of those old-fashioned nurse outfits.”
“Shut up, Clint.”
“No, seriously! I think that will be my Christmas present to you this year; a sexy nurse costume for Darcy.”
Natasha smacked Clint in the chest, but she doubted he felt it through his new armor especially since the injuries to her ribs were still keeping her from moving well. “Stop. God, you’re awful. Why are we friends?”
“Because if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have any other friends. In all seriousness, Nat, you know she’s worried about you right now.”
“Which is why I can’t go home just yet. She’ll be frantic if I come home this banged up. I just need to let the healing kick in a bit. Then I’ll go. Besides, I can’t move until my ribs knit back together a bit.”
“What’s really going on?”
Natasha exhaled hard. She couldn’t look at Clint, so she turned her face out to the upheaval around them and then closed her eyes. “I’m not good enough for her. Seriously, why is she with me? She could have anyone she wanted.”
Clint didn’t say anything for the space of a few breaths.
In the wake of the violence and the terror, the city was unnaturally quiet. The area had been cleared of civilians during the fighting and the military, police force, and emergency personnel were working to make sure people were getting the help they needed. The world around Natasha and Clint was quiet in a way that it shouldn’t be and curling in the air was smoke that tasted like acid and stung her lungs.
Finally, Clint spoke again. “What would Darcy say if you told her that you thought she was too good for you?”
Natasha made a choked off snorting noise that hurt her ribs and sent a reverberation of pain through the rest of her body. She fought not to groan and mostly succeeded. “Darcy would tell me that I’m an idiot and that even if I was somehow right this one time about this one thing that it would still be her choice whether or not to be with me.” Natasha sighed. “Then she would add that if I didn’t want to be with her anymore that I would have to ‘woman the hell up’ and break-up with her for legitimate reasons. I am, apparently, not allowed to blame breaking up with her on something dumb like my perceived inadequacies.”
“It sounds like you’ve had this discussion with her already,” Clint mused with an impression of laughter in his voice.
“Maybe once or twice.”
“Is it always after you help save the world?”
“Barton--” Natasha started but, Clint wouldn’t let her finish.
“I get it. We do a lot of killing, and a lot of people get hurt, even as we’re trying to save them. No amount of good we do in the world ever makes up for the lives we’ve ended. But spare me the ‘red in your ledger’ routine, Nat, and stop believing your own bullshit. Darcy knows who you are. She sees you and the things you’ve done, love isn’t that blind.”
“She must be crazy.”
“Well, maybe. But aren’t we all?”
Natasha laughed, then groaned.
“Natasha, you just helped save the world. A-fucking-gain. Yeah, you’ve got some extra healing abilities us normal humans don’t have, but we were just up against some kind of super-being-alien, and you didn’t even hesitate to fight against him. You have the biggest fucking balls of anyone I know and a heart to match, even if you like to pretend you’re disinterested and untouched.”
“Stop, you’re making me blush.”
“Come on,” Clint coaxed. “I’ll help you up.” He slid out from underneath her, working hard not to jar her too much. Sure, her ribs weren’t screaming at her anymore, but she wasn’t Wolverine, and she still felt like she’d been hit by a truck. He was gentle about pulling her to a sitting position too, and she was thankful she didn’t have to ask him to let her sit there for a minute and adjust.
“You should really get Darcy a gift on the way home as a peace offering.”
“Shit, how am I getting home?”
“I stole one of those little alien hoverbikes. I’ll give you a lift.”
“Fantastic,” Natasha sighed partly in relief, partly in worry over how shitty the ride was going to be considering the shape she was in and how little practice Clint had likely had at flying the damn thing. This was going to be fun.
“Oh and I brought you this,” Clint handed her a protein bar from his jacket.
“You couldn’t have handed me that ten minutes ago?” she asked, grabbing it from his hand.
“I had to make sure you were too injured to fight me or leave in the middle of my speeches.”
“I really hate you.”
“Eat, then I can take you home.”
“Thanks, Barton.” Natasha chewed the bar and breathed out hard in relief now that her body had something to fuel the healing process. When she’d finished eating she tapped on her bracelet to Darcy and smiled when Darcy’s reply, “Hurry home,” danced against her wrist.
Title: Spy School Didn’t Cover This
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Natasha Romanov, Jane Foster
Genre: fluff, meet-cute
Fandom: Marvel Movie Verse
Summary: Natasha Romanov doesn't quite know what to make of this woman yelling at her about iPods.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Natasha/Darcy
Warnings/Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: *I make no money from this and I mean no disrespect or harm. I am not damaging profits for those who do own the rights in anyway*
If I could thank shanachie_quill enough, I totally would.
Big Damn Table prompt: “Do-Over”
"If you are here to steal my iPod again, I swear to Thor and the Gods of Asgard that I will find a way to make your life hell for as long as you breathe and long into your afterlife."
Natasha felt herself blink a few times and glanced around the room that reminded her of hospital waiting rooms, except it was dustier. Eventually she looked into flashing gray-green eyes that reminded her of the ocean in a thunderstorm.
"Excuse me?" Natasha had been accused of some terrible things in the past, and she'd been guilty of most of them, but this was definitely new. Maybe clarification would help. Maybe Natasha had just misheard.
"Oh, don't play with me. I know you're part of SHIELD. And I'll have you know that Jane's research has been cleared by the head honchos of your sketchy government agency and you can't just come in here and take her stuff again. Especially not any of my personal devices which don’t have any research on them anyway!"
Natasha briefly wondered how a normal person would react. Insulted? Confused? Irritated? Natasha's chances of being truly normal had been destroyed the moment the Red Room had taken her in. But she had spent a lot of time studying people. It was important to understand them if you were going to be able to manipulate them into giving you what you wanted. And she was very good at understanding people. Usually.
However, she didn't think being confronted by a curvy, delectable, civilian over an iPod was something her training had ever covered.
"You do know that SHIELD really isn't a thing anymore, right?" Natasha asked after a pause.
"Ohhh, that's just what you want us to think. You think you can come in here and just take her stuff all over again. Jane is friends with some of the Avengers you know. Thor is very fond of her. So you just think about that before you go taking anything."
"Is that right?"
"Yes! It is!" the woman huffed, and the pink in her cheeks flushed darker. Natasha was torn between flicking the woman on the nose and kissing her.
"I don't think anyone has seen Thor in a couple of years. Also, who still uses iPods? Doesn't everyone just listen on their phones?"
"So, you’re here to take my phone then?" the woman poked Natasha in the shoulder, hard, and Natasha couldn't help smirking. This woman was electric, and Natasha’s nerves were damn near sparking from the contact.
"Oh, here you are, Natasha," Jane's measured voice pulled Natasha's attention from the woman directly in front of her.
"Yes, Jane. You said you thought there was something we ought to see?"
"It's something new, and I suspect not good. I have files for SHIELD, or whatever it is you’re calling yourselves these days. And another set for Tony. Oh, and I have a set for Banner too in case he shows up soon. The pattern is very unusual, and I think his mind would be a great one to help us work out whatever it is that we're looking at."
“I don’t know what makes the government more nervous, the fact that the Hulk exists or our inability to track him down,” Natasha sighed.
“Damn. Well, I’ll go grab those files. Do you need anything else while you’re here? Oh, Darcy, did you find the specifications for the neutrino detector Chicago sent?”
“Yeah, here.” Darcy handed Jane a stack of papers Natasha hadn’t realized the young woman was holding. It wasn’t like her to miss that kind of a detail, but she’d been so distracted.
Jane left the room, presumably to grab the files.
“Couldn’t she have just emailed you what you need?”
“Maybe. But the files are large and… very classified. She’ll be giving me something like encrypted flash drives. Only fancier, I’m sure.”
“How does it feel being the equivalent of an armed mailman?”
Natasha snickered. No one had been willing or brave enough to be this brash with her since Tony Stark thought he was dying. “You know, I wasn’t interested in your phone or iPod or whatever when I walked in here, but you’re certainly tempting me to take something of yours just for fun.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” Darcy was about the same height as Natasha, but the former Red Room agent had trained to appear taller when she needed to, and her boots gave her a bit of an extra lift Darcy’s converse sneakers didn’t. Natasha used those things to get right into the other woman’s space and then grinned. Clint always told her she looked like a shark when she made that face.
“Your stuff is safe. For now.”
Instead of shrinking back, Darcy’s eyes narrowed to slits and Natasha could practically hear the “I’ve got my eye on you” screaming in Darcy’s head.
Jane came back into the room with a locked case but seemed oblivious to what had passed between Natasha and Darcy.
“Here.” Jane handed over the case and helped Natasha secure it to her wrist. Natasha also linked up the cuff and case to her wristband so that anyone who tried to grab it from her would get a pretty nasty shock. As aggravating as Natasha sometimes found Tony, he sure did come up with some very clever things.
“Thank you, Jane. It was interesting meeting you, Darcy.”
“Oh!” Jane seemed to sort of... jolt... where she stood. “I’m sorry; I didn’t properly introduce you. Natasha, this is my assistant Darcy Lewis. Darcy, this is Natasha Romanov.”
Natasha held out her right hand, the one that wasn’t currently handcuffed to a briefcase. “It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Lewis.”
Darcy’s hand came up automatically to shake Natasha’s, as the girl stared at Natasha. Her mouth kept moving as if it was about to make a word, but she didn’t say anything.
“Well, I need to get going.” Natasha finally said. “See you later, Jane. Darcy, it was interesting meeting you.”
Natasha turned and made her way through the glass doors of Jane’s facility back towards her jet and the men who stood guard.
“Wait!” Natasha swiveled to see Darcy dashing out the door. “You’re Black Widow? Like, the Black Widow?”
Natasha smirked.
“Wow, you’re prettier in person than you are on TV.”
Natasha smiled wide, and Darcy flushed pink, then groaned in obvious embarrassment.
“Can I get a do-over? Pretend none of this morning happened? Blame it on the fact I haven’t had my coffee yet?” Darcy asked.
“That depends,” Natasha told the young woman.
Darcy’s eyes narrowed again, and Natasha was glad to see the brashness back. “Depends on what?”
Natasha rolled her eyes at the implication she’d take Darcy’s phone. “I’m not asking for your phone, just your phone number.”
“My… phone number?” Darcy squeaked, blush traveling down her fair skin. Natasha wanted to see just how far that blush would spread and then chase it with her tongue.
“Yes. Your phone number.”
“Only if you promise to call or text within the next twenty-four hours.”
Natasha let out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding and laughed. “Deal.”
Title: One Time It Wasn't Tony’s Fault
Characters: Tony Stark and Clint Barton (mentions of Black Widow/Natasha and Pepper Potts)
Pairing: Sort of Natasha/Clint and can be read as Tony/Pepper
Summary: Tony goes to the Medical Ward and runs into a fellow Avenger.
Verse: Marvel Movie Universe
Rating: Teen for adult situations and sexual concepts (there is no sex in the story).
Spoilers: Absolutely none.
Warnings: None, really.
Disclaimer: As much as I like to pretend, I have absolutely no rights to these characters.
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This is a part of my "Texts From Last Night" mini-table stories.
The mini-table information is here.
And the AO3 link here.
One Time It Wasn’t Tony’s Fault
(But Just this One Time)
Title: It’s Hard to Breathe (Series: You're to Blame)
Characters: Darcy/Clint, (a whole mess of the Avengers make appearances)
Summary: Darcy and Clint find their secret is not a secret. Jane, Darcy, and Pepper should have a club.
Timeline/Movie Setting: Avengers 2012 or after... sort of...
Rating: Explicit for sex, language, adult concepts, and more sex.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Het, Tony Stark, and WIP.
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me. But they should! Gimmmeeee.
Author's Note: This chapter is complete and not at all cliff-hanger-y, but it is the third in a series which has four parts. So WIP!
Um, in case y'all still don’t know - shanachie_quill is The Best.
This part features lyrics from School of Seven Bells
AO3 is here
So, I was going to post this here, but LJ told me the post was too big... It didn't seem THAT long...
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