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Rating/Warning: PG13 - mentions of violence and sex, nothing explicit. Vague spoilers for Captain America 2: The Winter Soldier and for released set photos from Avengers 2: Age of Ultron.
Ship: Clint/Natasha
What: While out on another mission, Clint gets a text message that ruins his day.
Clint's alone on a roof with a rifle in his hands when the text comes in.
Thirty seconds later, after he's spared a moment to swear, his phone and earpiece are trashed and the rifle's back in its case.
A minute later, he's off the roof.
Five, and the uniform is gone, replaced by clothing so nondescript he fits the description of ninety-five percent of frat boys and other assorted spring breakers on the planet.
Ten, and he's in the wind, and if he wasn't so worried - and so angry -, he might even feel bad for the agents he left behind.
Six days later, he lets himself into Stark Tower. It takes him both more and less effort than he was expecting, considering he does trip the security system - but then it (he?) turns right around and welcomes him to the Tower and points him toward the nearest guest room.
By the time he gets out of the shower, there's someone else in the room, and he lets out the breath he's been holding for a week.
They don't stay long. His secrets were in those files, too, and, while his past isn't as muddy as hers, they both need to pull themselves back together and figure out who - and what - they are now. Stark loans them a car, provides them with untraceable phones and an equally hard to trace credit card whose limit, Clint knows, is probably set somewhere beyond whatever distant star Thor calls home. It's unlikely they'll use it, but it's nice to know they still have a team.
It takes them three days to get to the safe house, one of only a handful that they both know for sure wasn't anywhere in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files. Considering their usual lack of a need for words, they do the most talking either of them have done in years - and then they don't talk for two hours while they make love, keeping it slow, both of them reassuring themselves that the other is there and alive and well.
A month later, they have new aliases, she has new scars - and he gets another text message. He drives for two hours just to put the cherry on Stark's paranoia and isn't surprised by the voice that answers when he calls. There are new supplies for both of them at a drop even farther out, and they spend another week breaking in the new uniforms and weapons, neither acknowledging outloud the stylized "A" on both their uniforms - but he can't say he minds its presence, and he knows her well enough to know she's pleased.
They lose another day in bed, and the next, he's back in the world, facing down a new set of nameless goons. It's back to business as usual, except for where he's as lost in this new world as the kids Fury called him in to save. He's not worried, even though he probably should be, because the response is still immediate when he checks in afterwards, and that's really all he needs.
Rating/Warning: PG13 - mentions of violence and sex, nothing explicit. Vague spoilers for Captain America 2: The Winter Soldier and for released set photos from Avengers 2: Age of Ultron.
Ship: Clint/Natasha
What: While out on another mission, Clint gets a text message that ruins his day.
Clint's alone on a roof with a rifle in his hands when the text comes in.
Thirty seconds later, after he's spared a moment to swear, his phone and earpiece are trashed and the rifle's back in its case.
A minute later, he's off the roof.
Five, and the uniform is gone, replaced by clothing so nondescript he fits the description of ninety-five percent of frat boys and other assorted spring breakers on the planet.
Ten, and he's in the wind, and if he wasn't so worried - and so angry -, he might even feel bad for the agents he left behind.
Six days later, he lets himself into Stark Tower. It takes him both more and less effort than he was expecting, considering he does trip the security system - but then it (he?) turns right around and welcomes him to the Tower and points him toward the nearest guest room.
By the time he gets out of the shower, there's someone else in the room, and he lets out the breath he's been holding for a week.
They don't stay long. His secrets were in those files, too, and, while his past isn't as muddy as hers, they both need to pull themselves back together and figure out who - and what - they are now. Stark loans them a car, provides them with untraceable phones and an equally hard to trace credit card whose limit, Clint knows, is probably set somewhere beyond whatever distant star Thor calls home. It's unlikely they'll use it, but it's nice to know they still have a team.
It takes them three days to get to the safe house, one of only a handful that they both know for sure wasn't anywhere in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files. Considering their usual lack of a need for words, they do the most talking either of them have done in years - and then they don't talk for two hours while they make love, keeping it slow, both of them reassuring themselves that the other is there and alive and well.
A month later, they have new aliases, she has new scars - and he gets another text message. He drives for two hours just to put the cherry on Stark's paranoia and isn't surprised by the voice that answers when he calls. There are new supplies for both of them at a drop even farther out, and they spend another week breaking in the new uniforms and weapons, neither acknowledging outloud the stylized "A" on both their uniforms - but he can't say he minds its presence, and he knows her well enough to know she's pleased.
They lose another day in bed, and the next, he's back in the world, facing down a new set of nameless goons. It's back to business as usual, except for where he's as lost in this new world as the kids Fury called him in to save. He's not worried, even though he probably should be, because the response is still immediate when he checks in afterwards, and that's really all he needs.
