Loki Walking In On Nat Killing Clint In Electrical: ...

Loki walking in on nat killing clint in electrical: ...

Nat: ...

*dead body reported*

Tony: i bet you it was a self report-

Loki ready to kill him: it was tony in electrical, i got natasha for back up

Nat: *sigh of relief* its true...

Tony: What?! No, it wasnt me!!

Bruce: well i did just see tony walk out from storage, he could've been near...

Tony visibly frustrated: It wasnt me!

Peter.p: why would you kill mr. clint sir, mr stark?

Tony: *distressed father noises*

Tony's Nicknames

Ironman 1

~ Calls Rhodey as honey bear, platypuss & sourpatch

~ Calls Stan Lee as Larry king

Ironman 2

~ Calls Avengers a Super Secret Boy Band

~ Calls Black Widow a Triple Impostor

Avengers

~ Calls Loki as Reindeer games, rock of ages, full tilt diva

~ Calls Captain america as Capsicle, older fellow, old man

~ Calls Thor as Shakespeare in the park, point break

~ Calls Sceptor a glow stick of destiny

~ Calls Hawkeye as Legolas

Ironman 3

~ Calls Happy hogan as Forehead of security

~ Calls Mandarin / Trevor as Sir Laurence Obliviate, Meryl Streep & Ringo

~ Calls a bad guy as Pony Tail express

Avengers Age of Ultron

~ Calls Ultron as Junior

~ Calls Scarlett witch a little witch

~ Calls Bruce banner as puny banner

~ Calls Hawkeye’s wife a little minx

Captain America Civil War

~ Calls Peter Parker as Spider-ling, Crime fighting spider, Spider boy & Underoos

~ Calls Bucky as Manchurian candidate

Avengers Infinity War

~ Calls Ebony Maw as Squidward

~ Calls Dr Strange as The Wizards

~ Calls the space ship as a flying donut

~ Calls Drax Mr Clean

~ Calls Star Lord as Mr. Lord, Flash Gordon

Avengers End Game

~ Calls Nebula as the Blue Meanie

~ Calls Rocket as Build-a-bear, Ratchet

~ Calls Dr Strange as Bleecker Street Magician

~ Calls Thor as Lebowski

~ Calls Hulk as Jolly Green

~ Calls Antman as Thumbelina, Stuart Little & Piss-ant

~ Calls himself as Howard Potts

Iconic "Tony Stank"

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.

Loki, completely distressed: GET AWAY FROM ME!

Natasha, to the roomba chasing him: good job

Notes: You're a cat… you have ears, a tail, sharp teeth and nails, you have cat senses and you get distracted by cat toys…

Something I wrote because I was bored :P

~♡~

(Y/N) was currently curled up in a ball on the corner of the couch, napping. The tip of her tail moved side to side slowly, indicating that she was having a good dream. If you were close enough you could hear faint purrs coming from her chest. Her two fangs were sticking out from her mouth, her two soft fragile ears flopped over slightly. 

To anyone, a pure sight, but if anyone was to mess with (Y/N)... Well, you'd be dead within seconds.

If anyone was to ask who the cutest Avenger was, they'd say (Y/N) without hesitation. Just something about how her fangs stick out when she smiles, something about how her tail always told you how she felt, something about how her ears would perk up at the slightest sound, something about how she purred. (Y/N) is a kitten, therefore, she is quite the cutie. 

The elevator dinged as Peter stepped out. "Hello! I brought something," Tony smirked, knowing exactly what it was. Clint jumped up from the couch, startling the sleeping cat next to Natasha. "What is it?!" Natasha played with (Y/N)'s soft ears, making her purr more. Natasha let out a soft sigh of relief when (Y/N) sunk back into the couch.

Peter beckoned for Tony to help him. A few suspense-filled seconds later they came out with a box. "What's in it?" Steve asked from the kitchen, drinking his coffee. Before Peter could answer, two little ears poked out the top of the box as a little nose was seen through a tiny hole. 

Natasha gasped and hopped over the back of the couch, eager to show the small kitten to (Y/N). She peered into the box and cooed softly, a small black kitten was lifted from the box. 

Clint screamed.

(Y/N) shot up from her corner immediately, her heart going a mile a minute. "I- wha? What's going on!?" Bucky chuckled at her stance. (Y/N) looked around the room for any danger, her eyes stopping on the black fuzzball Natasha was holding. (Y/N)'s head tilted to the left as Natasha jokingly mirrored. The kitten squirmed under Nats grasp, she plopped the kitten on the floor and watched it waltz its way over to the couch. It sat in front of (Y/N) and watched. 

~(Y/N)~

You challenged the kitten to a staring contest but scoffed as it moved to the edge of the couch. You rested your arms on the side of the couch and watched the walking fluff try and jump up. You slowly sat up, eyes not leaving the kitten, and then turned to Natasha, Peter and Tony, you stared at them for a while before questioning: "Why?". 

Clint finally let out the laugh he had been holding in for so long. You turned to him and gave a death glare, one that only you and Nat possessed. You were cut off by a small meowing coming from below you, you look down and lock eyes with the tiny furball. "Pathetic," you mutter before lowering your tail. Watching it hop on, you lifted your tail as if the small animal weighed nothing, and let it onto the couch. You pulled your tail away from the kit quickly and rested your head on your fist, your back facing the poor thing.

"I hate you guys." Your tail waved in annoyance as your ears dropped down to your head. 

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.

~

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.

~

“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. 

~

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,"