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Oh look, another Clintasha sketch I have to finish ! :P
Did it in during one of our car drives this summer :)
Chapter 1 / ? (click the link to read at AO3)
Rating: Explicit / NC-17
Summary: Clint isn’t much of an exhibitionist, but he’s going to have to get over that really quickly. Budapest, an undercover mission, a live sex club, unexpected feelings, and a HYDRA-linked arms dealer. But mostly a live sex club. Clint/Natasha; Avengers movieverse. Exhibitionism/Public Sex, Light Bondage, Unexpected Feels.
Notes: Unapologetic porn with some nice feels included for flavor. It started with a discussion of Clint and/or Natasha going undercover as a stripper, and then I thought… hey, what if they had to do that kind of job together? And then I rubbed my hands together like an mad scientist and started writing porn.
Clint couldn’t help himself; he snickered the second time Coulson said the club’s name. And then reality filtered through the absurdity of the situation, and Clint held up a hand. “Wait. We’re the ‘new entertainment?’” he said. “Just what does that mean?”
Clearing his throat, Coulson slid a portfolio over to Clint and Natasha. What was in the portfolio promptly made Clint choke again.
“It’s a live sex club?!” he exclaimed.
“Yes, Barton,” Coulson said.
“And by ‘entertainment,’ you mean Natasha’s going to be stripping, and I’ll be a bouncer or a bartender or something, right?”
Natasha’s laugh was just a little unkind, he thought. Coulson gave him a look that bordered on exasperation. “You’re not usually this dense, Barton,” he said. “No, you will not be ‘a bouncer or bartender or something.’ You and Agent Romanoff will be on stage.”
I’m taking it slow
Feeding my flame
Shuffling the cards of your game
And just in time
In the right place
Suddenly I will play my ace
They all stumbled into Stark Towers, well the lower part that had not been almost destroyed, and proceeded to collapse. Pepper helped Tony to one of the bedrooms and the pair locked the door. Steve plopped onto a couch and immediately let himself “rest his eyes” for a moment. Thor dropped his hammer on the floor and no one even flinched as it dented the hard wood. He dropped on the other side of the couch and stretched out his large body before passing out himself. Bruce went off in search of a bedroom and some scented candles, no one asked about the last part. All Natasha wanted was a shower, and maybe sleep, but mostly a shower. She found a spare bedroom with a huge bathroom, but best of all, an equally large shower.
She turned the water on too high but didn’t complain as it singed her skin. She scrubbed off dirt and blood and tried to get that sick feeling in the pit of her stomach to go away. She should be happy, everyone was safe, no one had died, well no one on the team had died. She got out of the shower before she could pass out on the tiles and wrapped one of Stark’s overly fluffy towels around her. She stood in front of the mirror for a minute, clutching the towel around her body and studying her reflection. She looked down at the pile of clothes Pepper or someone must have dropped off while she was in the shower and she was grateful that someone could think clearly today. She pulled on a tank top and pair of yoga pants, before slipping back into the bedroom. Clint was passed out cold on the bed, uniform and all, looking oddly peaceful. She was too tired to find another room and frankly, just didn’t want to be alone, so she climbed in beside him.
She rested her head on his chest and he moved in his sleep, or whatever state of consciousness he was in, to wrap an arm around her.
“I’m glad you’re back,” she whispered into his chest and she felt him tighten his grip on her and she smiled.
When Nick Fury arrived the next morning to check on the team he tried not to act surprised when he found Thor and Steve practically cuddling on the couch. He didn’t question it when he found Bruce on the floor next to a bed surrounded by extinguished candles. He actually wasn’t that surprised to find a note stuck to a door informing him that Tony and Pepper had taken the Jet to Paris. He could only smile at the sight of Natasha and Clint tangled in each others limbs, fully clothed of course, and fast asleep. He left the breakfast on the table beside Steve and Thor and took the car back to head quarters, deciding to leave them alone for a while. They did deserve it after, you know, saving the world and all.
Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? Pull you out and stuff something else in? Do you know what it’s like to be unmade?
So I had many Clint/Natasha feels after the movie. Many, many of them.
So I started painting this, because of said feels and got carried away and hours and hours later, voila. I just… I want to build a whole new pre movie headcanon where they play spy, go on missions together, and collapse in bed at the end of the day, getting rid of the one billion weapons they’re carrying just to hold onto each other, quietly, skin to skin. So this what my mind came up with :)
Painted on photoshop. Not sure about some little details, but I’m just letting it go because of reasons. Hope you like it :)
Oh my dear and fluffy lord. This is AMAZING. I would buy a poster of this and hang it on my wall and stare at it ALL DAY LONG. I love it.
“Do you think I can get him to say, ‘WHERE’S MY SUPER SUIT?’” asked Tony.