Natasha Romanoff.

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Girl Talk | Clint and Natasha. 

clinton-francis-barton:

russian-widow:

“Not much at the time, no.  Just basic war records, date and place of birth, parents, family.  That sort of thing,” Natasha shrugged.

She bristled slightly at the mention of Bucky’s previous endeavors with women.  “Apparently he was a ladies’ man, if he and Steve are to be believe.  Different girl every week type thing.  He was even engaged once.  He broke it off just after Pearl Harbour.  I, ah, looked her up as well,” Natasha admitted.  “She got married to some soldier who served in The Pacific.  They had a few kids, some are still living.”

Clint saw Tasha stiffen when she talked about Bucky’s apparent string of exes. He reached out and pulled her to him. “Hey, listen to me, those girls were seventy years ago. Who gives a fuck about them. You’re the one he came back to. You’re the one that he risked a building full of super-powered ass-kickers for. Winter Soldier or no, that takes balls and dedication.”

He started humming a lullaby she had taught him once, but cut himself off as his eyes began to droop. “Hey, you should get some sleep. And after that, you should have a genuine face-to-face with the Buckster.” He winked at her. “You can’t hide everything from me, Tasha. I only see more when I’m drunk, you know that.”

He stood and picked her up, bridal style, surprisingly stable on his feet (he thanked his years of circus training) and brought her to her room, putting her gently on the bed. “Promise to at least try sleeping, kay? I’m gonna go upstairs and curl around Phil and tomorrow you’re going to talk to Bucky and sort things out and hopefully after that you’ll curl around him. Or maybe you already do that. Who knows. Anyway. Night.” He kissed her forehead and turned to leave.

Natasha grimaced at the idea of having a face-to-face with Bucky.  After all, she still wasn’t even sure about Bucky’s feelings for her, if he had any at all.  She really wasn’t willing to have the state of the union conversation with him.  It would only serve to make everything far more awkward than it already was.

Natasha crawled over to her side of the bed, curling into her pillow.  “Oh, I’m going to have to sleep this one off.  James will be home soon enough anyway.  Baseball games can’t last that long after all,” Natasha sighed as she tucked her legs under the covers.  She quickly shimmied out of her jeans and threw them to the side.  “He’s so 1940s sometimes.”

"Night, Clint," Natasha said softly as she closed her eyes.


posted 2 years ago with 26 notes (originally from clinton-francis-barton)
#rp: clint

Girl Talk | Clint and Natasha. 

clinton-francis-barton:

russian-widow:

Natasha grimaced at the thought of the noises Tony and Steve would be making once they sorted through their feelings.  “I haven’t been to France in a while.  Maybe I’ll go there when they get their feelings together.  I do not need to be around for that.”

Flattered at Clint’s assurance, Natasha smiled softly.  “Yeah, well, good luck.  Even when he wasn’t the Winter Soldier, he was still an incredibly talented soldier.  I, um, did research on him after I moved to America,” Natasha admitted ruefully. 

“We can have a sniper-off for your honour and all that cool stuff that they used to have contests for in the middle ages. I’ll win. Hands down.” Clint yawned slightly.

“Oh yeah? Research, huh? Find anything interesting? Was our dear Mister Barnes a ladies man? Did he sweep Steve off his feet?” Clint could actually see that happening easily. Especially if what Phil had told him was true and that Steve-Before-the-Serum had actually been a tiny little thing that had survived the depression by the grace of God (though Clint suspected it was probably more due to Steve’s absolute determination and probably a pinch of some grandmotherly figure in the neighborhood).

"Not much at the time, no.  Just basic war records, date and place of birth, parents, family.  That sort of thing," Natasha shrugged.

She bristled slightly at the mention of Bucky’s previous endeavors with women.  “Apparently he was a ladies’ man, if he and Steve are to be believe.  Different girl every week type thing.  He was even engaged once.  He broke it off just after Pearl Harbour.  I, ah, looked her up as well,” Natasha admitted.  “She got married to some soldier who served in The Pacific.  They had a few kids, some are still living.”



Girl Talk | Clint and Natasha. 

clinton-francis-barton:

russian-widow:

Natasha threw her head back and laughed.  “Should have been born Russian, Barton!”  She joked before taking the bottle from him.  Standing up, she walked over to the bar and got two bottles of water.  She’d be lying if she wasn’t feeling the effects herself but merely tipsy.

“Steve and Tony will sort their issues out eventually.  I mean, look at James and I.  Cryogenic freezing, brainwashing, reprogramming, secret affairs… and now we live here.  I’m sure they can get over their issues if we got over ours,” Natasha lied as she handed Clint a bottle.  In truth, she still wasn’t sure where she stood with Bucky but as far as Clint needed to know, everything was fine.

Clint took the water from her and cracked it open. “I know they’ll sort it all out eventually. I just wish I knew when it was going to happen so that I could conveniently plan an Italian vacation for two and avoid having to HEAR them figuring it out. Because let’s face it, that is going to be a very noisy encounter.”

He got serious for a second after that. “Hey, you and Bucky? If anybody could make that work it’s you two. And Winter Soldier or not, if he hurts you, I am going to fuck him up.” He held up a hand, “Nope, no protesting about how you can do it just as well and defend yourself. It’s my right as best friend. I’m the one that gets to beat the shit out of him and toss him out into the night with a warning that will be witty and clever and involve arrows as soon as I actually sit down and think of it.”

Natasha grimaced at the thought of the noises Tony and Steve would be making once they sorted through their feelings.  “I haven’t been to France in a while.  Maybe I’ll go there when they get their feelings together.  I do not need to be around for that.”

Flattered at Clint’s assurance, Natasha smiled softly.  “Yeah, well, good luck.  Even when he wasn’t the Winter Soldier, he was still an incredibly talented soldier.  I, um, did research on him after I moved to America,” Natasha admitted ruefully. 


posted 2 years ago with 26 notes (originally from clinton-francis-barton)
#rp: clint #ooc: ditto tbh

Girl Talk | Clint and Natasha. 

clinton-francis-barton:

russian-widow:

Natasha waved a hand.  “Oh no, I’d never show him that one.  Especially since he served in Europe.  Band of Brothers is a gay bar in midtown,” Natasha informed Clint with a laugh.  “Retro music, guys in cages, curiously sticky floors, guys doing cocaine off the backs of toilet tanks, the whole 1980s nine yards.”

“I will say that if Steve ever decides he wants a hook up, he’ll have an easy go of it.  We didn’t pay for a drink all night.  You should go out with him some time.”

Understanding dawned on Clint’s face. “Ah. OK. That’s… definitely a more fun image.” He paused and let himself imagine a debauched, drunken Steve Rogers with just a pinch of glitter stuck to him. He took a drink and swallowed hard.

When Natasha said they should go out, he broke out laughing so hard that he had to wipe a couple tears from his eyes. “Oh, god, no. I mean, it’d be fun and all, but can you imagine Phil’s reaction? He’s the biggest Cap fanboy there is probably…” He paused and thought about what he was saying, “But, hmm…. there might be some potential for good sex there, though. Not with Steve, obviously, he needs to get his act together and realize that Tony is head-over-heels for him already and I’m not going to get in the way of that if you gave me the Iron Man armor AND Thor’s hammer to use as weapons against the happy trainwreck they’re going to be. But, like, jealous sex. Also, I think I might be drunk.”

Natasha threw her head back and laughed.  “Should have been born Russian, Barton!”  She joked before taking the bottle from him.  Standing up, she walked over to the bar and got two bottles of water.  She’d be lying if she wasn’t feeling the effects herself but merely tipsy.

"Steve and Tony will sort their issues out eventually.  I mean, look at James and I.  Cryogenic freezing, brainwashing, reprogramming, secret affairs… and now we live here.  I’m sure they can get over their issues if we got over ours," Natasha lied as she handed Clint a bottle.  In truth, she still wasn’t sure where she stood with Bucky but as far as Clint needed to know, everything was fine.


posted 2 years ago with 26 notes (originally from clinton-francis-barton)
#rp: clint

Girl Talk | Clint and Natasha. 

clinton-francis-barton:

russian-widow:

“True enough, we should really address the short-sightedness of the SHIELD agents,” Natasha agreed.

“I’ve been fine,” Natasha shrugged, settling back in her seat.  “James seems to be adjusting, at least as well as can be expected.  He has nightmares pretty much every night.  If it isn’t work he did for the KGB, it’s memories of the war.  Sometimes I think those ones are worse.

“I took Steve out to Band of Brothers a while back.  I actually managed to get him drunk, believe it or not.  It took a hell of a lot of booze but we did it.

“Other than that, not much is new.  I don’t take out of town missions very often anymore, what with James needing me to be here.”

Clint reached over and squeezed her hand. “Hey, you ever need a hand with him, just let me know. I’ve had my fair share of dealing with nightmares.”

He laughed, throwing his head back at the idea of Steve being drunk, but the sobered up, hard. “How did that go? Like, I know grown men who never even considered service who cried when they watched that. How did he take it?”

Natasha waved a hand.  “Oh no, I’d never show him that one.  Especially since he served in Europe.  Band of Brothers is a gay bar in midtown,” Natasha informed Clint with a laugh.  “Retro music, guys in cages, curiously sticky floors, guys doing cocaine off the backs of toilet tanks, the whole 1980s nine yards.”

"I will say that if Steve ever decides he wants a hook up, he’ll have an easy go of it.  We didn’t pay for a drink all night.  You should go out with him some time."


posted 2 years ago with 26 notes (originally from clinton-francis-barton)
#rp: clint

Girl Talk | Clint and Natasha. 

clinton-francis-barton:

russian-widow:

“That goes both ways,” Natasha said sincerely, offering Clint a smile.  “Though the underlings who think that we are secretly in love are going to be very disappointed in this turn of events.  Some of them are going to be out of money for this one.”

Natasha was flattered that she would be the first to know about their relationship.  “Well, I had my suspicions.  It’s nice to have them confirmed.”  Natasha laughed at the memories of combing her fingers through a drunken Clint’s hair as he wailed about his crush on Phil.  “I can imagine his face when you tell him those stories.  Tell him about the one where you sat in my shower fully clothed singing ‘I Will Always Love You’” Natasha encouraged.  “I don’t think you really understood that song.”

“I really wonder where the money will go since I’m 99% sure nobody had any on me getting together with Phil… or on Bucky showing back up and being your ex…”

Clint covered his hand with his face and looked out at her through his fingers, “Oh, god, that night was rough. I don’t remember most of it, but the water woke me up a bit. So I vaguely remember that. I’ll have to be drunk to tell him that one, I think.”

He took a drink, “Hell, I’d probably have to be drunk to tell him any of them.”

“Hey, how are you? We’ve got my big news out of the way and I haven’t seen you in ages. So tell me, what has the deadly Black Widow been doing?”

"True enough, we should really address the short-sightedness of the SHIELD agents," Natasha agreed.

"I’ve been fine," Natasha shrugged, settling back in her seat.  "James seems to be adjusting, at least as well as can be expected.  He has nightmares pretty much every night.  If it isn’t work he did for the KGB, it’s memories of the war.  Sometimes I think those ones are worse.

"I took Steve out to Band of Brothers a while back.  I actually managed to get him drunk, believe it or not.  It took a hell of a lot of booze but we did it.

"Other than that, not much is new.  I don’t take out of town missions very often anymore, what with James needing me to be here."


posted 2 years ago with 26 notes (originally from clinton-francis-barton)
#rp: clint

Girl Talk | Clint and Natasha. 

clinton-francis-barton:

russian-widow:

Natasha shrugged.  “Well,  James and I didn’t have a choice.  Brainwashing and cryogenic freezing tend to help in the whole getting over someone process,” she quipped, though there was a bitter tone that laced her words. 

Shrugging, Natasha took another swig of vodka.  “Don’t feel weird about it.  He sees it as a sign of his brush with death.  You see it as a triumph.  People always have different perspectives on these sorts of things.  It depends on what side you stand on.”

“Have I told you lately that you’re the best friend a super spy could ask for? I’d be shit without you to pull my ass out of the fire when I do something stupid. So thanks. For everything.” Clint bumped his knee against hers.

“You know we agreed that you would be the first to know? I told him that’s what I wanted. That I owed you that much at least, to know that you were right. Someday I’ll probably even tell him about all the nights I spent in your room with a bottle of vodka talking about him. I’ll never hear the end of that one.”

"That goes both ways," Natasha said sincerely, offering Clint a smile.  "Though the underlings who think that we are secretly in love are going to be very disappointed in this turn of events.  Some of them are going to be out of money for this one."

Natasha was flattered that she would be the first to know about their relationship.  “Well, I had my suspicions.  It’s nice to have them confirmed.”  Natasha laughed at the memories of combing her fingers through a drunken Clint’s hair as he wailed about his crush on Phil.  “I can imagine his face when you tell him those stories.  Tell him about the one where you sat in my shower fully clothed singing ‘I Will Always Love You’” Natasha encouraged.  “I don’t think you really understood that song.”


posted 2 years ago with 26 notes (originally from clinton-francis-barton)
#rp: clint

Girl Talk | Clint and Natasha. 

clinton-francis-barton:

russian-widow:

Natasha let out a short laugh at the memory of Clint’s eyebrow snafu.  Those had been a beautiful few weeks at SHIELD.  There was even a building-wide pool to calculate how long it would take for the eyebrow to grow back.

“I’m really happy for you two,” Natasha said sincerely.  “You both deserve a little happiness.  Especially Phil after the whole, you know,” Natasha started, trailing off awkwardly.  “The Loki incident.”

“Yeah… I… I think that was a big part of why I finally just stepped up. Almost losing him, God, Tasha, I don’t know how you did it with Bucky. You saw me afterward, before Fury told us the truth, I was a wreck. And that entire time it was weighing on me. That I never told him.”

Clint paused and took another drink. “You know, he’s still self-conscious about the scars? Which is weird because I’m drawn to it. It’s a reminder that he made it, you know? And I feel weird for liking it so much when he hates it…” 

Natasha shrugged.  “Well,  James and I didn’t have a choice.  Brainwashing and cryogenic freezing tend to help in the whole getting over someone process,” she quipped, though there was a bitter tone that laced her words. 

Shrugging, Natasha took another swig of vodka.  “Don’t feel weird about it.  He sees it as a sign of his brush with death.  You see it as a triumph.  People always have different perspectives on these sorts of things.  It depends on what side you stand on.”


posted 2 years ago with 26 notes (originally from clinton-francis-barton)
#rp: clint

Girl Talk | Clint and Natasha. 

clinton-francis-barton:

russian-widow:

Though Natasha had her suspicions concerning the escalation of Phil and Clint’s relationship, she was still slightly shocked at the reveal.  “Congratulations!” She finally exclaimed, reaching over to grasp Clint’s hand.  “I knew he could only resist your charms for so long,” she joked before grabbing the vodka bottle and taking a deep swig.  She hadn’t had a drink since her night out with Steve.

“How did it finally end up happening?”  She asked, curious about the details.

“Thanks.” He smiled softly. Tasha was his best friend and her approval meant a lot to him. “You, uh, you remember when I showed up missing an eyebrow? Yeah…a little before that, the day I got back from my mission up in Siberia. I passed out in my living room and that’s when somebody removed my eyebrow—still haven’t figured out who yet—and Phil showed up looking for me. He made a comment about it being missing and I snapped at him and then I just… kissed him. And he kissed back.”

He laughed and reached out to take the bottle from her, taking a long pull. “It was… God, Tasha. I can’t even describe it. He just… it’s like a part of me wasn’t there and he’s it, you know? And from what I gather, he feels pretty much the same.”

Natasha let out a short laugh at the memory of Clint’s eyebrow snafu.  Those had been a beautiful few weeks at SHIELD.  There was even a building-wide pool to calculate how long it would take for the eyebrow to grow back.

"I’m really happy for you two," Natasha said sincerely.  "You both deserve a little happiness.  Especially Phil after the whole, you know," Natasha started, trailing off awkwardly.  "The Loki incident."


posted 2 years ago with 26 notes (originally from clinton-francis-barton)
#rp: clint

Girl Talk | Clint and Natasha. 

clinton-francis-barton:

russian-widow:

Natasha squeezed Clint back.  She wasn’t usually one for hugs but for some reason, Clint was different.  She furrowed her brow at his warning.  “Of course not, we’re not amateurs,” she joked before moving to sit on the couch.

“Something important?”  She prompted, her curiosity getting the better of her.  “Troubles with SHIELD?”  She guessed out of the blue.  It made sense.  She and Clint were both married to the job.  Well, at least up until a few months ago.

“No, actually. It’s something good this time. Really good, actually.” He opened up the bottle and took a deep draw, relishing the burn and held the bottle out. “You remember all those times you listened to me complain about how I had no chance in hell with Phil? Well, uh, it turns out I do. A pretty damn good chance.”

He paused and assessed her reaction before continuing. “We’ve kinda been… I guess dating is the best word but it’s so much more than that. It’s just… it’s so much more than I’d ever hoped for. God, Tasha, he took me to an arcade!”

Though Natasha had her suspicions concerning the escalation of Phil and Clint’s relationship, she was still slightly shocked at the reveal.  “Congratulations!” She finally exclaimed, reaching over to grasp Clint’s hand.  “I knew he could only resist your charms for so long,” she joked before grabbing the vodka bottle and taking a deep swig.  She hadn’t had a drink since her night out with Steve.

"How did it finally end up happening?"  She asked, curious about the details.


posted 2 years ago with 26 notes (originally from clinton-francis-barton)
#rp: clint