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Right Where I Used To Be They've been partners for just over a year and six months when S.H.I.E.L.D records declare Natasha to be twenty-one. Birthdays have never been something she's taken real note of, so Natasha is honestly surprised when Clint turns to her in the hallway after their debriefing from the La Paz mission and congratulates her. "I haven't done anything. " Clint frowns at her.
"Oh. " Clint shrugs. Natasha fixes him with her best I can't believe I put up with this crap glare, which only serves to make him laugh. Clint spreads his hands wide in invitation. That Natasha does agree with. Clint mimes talking into his earpiece. The bar turns out to be a bit of a walk from S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters but it's nice enough and typical Clint, all the way down to the ancient jukebox playing Bruce Springsteen in the corner. Natasha slides into a booth while Clint orders them drinks. "What? " "Nothing. " "Well, that's kind of my job description.
" "Decades of practice. " Identification, an avengers fanfic. Identification When he asks her to marry him, it's spur-of-the-moment.
He doesn't plan it out, regale her with a flowery speech, or even have a ring on his person. But it's perfect and anything more would be fake (and when you're surrounded by lies and deception 98% of your waking hours, you crave truth like a strung-out addict craves coke). They're fielding enemy fire from rogue Nicaraguans in the middle of a forest so dense everything but them is a canvas of green and their only savior is heat-seeking technology. He's losing arrows left and right, switching to a rifle every third shot to preserve his quiver. They could never be with anyone else. So in that moment, as the bullets are still flying and they're knee-deep in squishy soil, as a worm slinks across his thigh (exposed flesh thanks to catching the business end of a tree branch) and a beetle scurries past Natasha, as they're huddled together like the last survivors in uninhabitable terrain, he proposes.
From the earliest days we were dancing the shadows, an avengers fanfic. From the earliest days we were dancing in the shadows Clint always knew he was broken.
Before Loki it never mattered. Living in the midst of Avengers Tower, among people who seem to see him as some kind of hero or comrade or friend instead of a dangerous man, an enemy, and a traitor, it matters. It matters when his dreams are full of the Tesseract's blue glow, and his nightmares are full of the people he knows dead and dying at his hand. Fury shot full of holes and spitting blood, the gleam in his eyes dying by slow degrees; Hill's wrists pinned by arrows, her weapon out but impotent as life bleeds from her veins; Natasha under him, her mouth stoppered by his hand but her eyes screaming as the knife circles her throat, strokes down her breastbone and slips into her belly...
Dawn slips into Clint's room but he's not there. It's cold, but Clint's always cold these days.