Archive of Our Own ^beta

Everyone is back. The snap was reversed. People everywhere celebrated. Mostly. There were problems here and there, but most people celebrated. 

The avengers were kinda separated about, reuniting with family and friends. Cassie was happy to have her dad and all his friends back. Her mom even invited Hope's family for a BBQ. Sam was with his sister and nephews, bringing Steve and Bucky with him. The boys could not stop climbing on top of Steve, or hanging from Bucky's arm. Tony was with his daughter, wife, and best friends. He forced Banner to tag along. And Thor was in New Asgard with the guardians, Brunn, and Loki. Somehow Loki lived, we're not questioning it. 

Clint and Nat were with Clint's family. Dusting the house, and fixing up the barn. Clint was definitely in a better mood than he has been in the past five years. So has Natasha. But Laura definitely noticed something a little off. With the two of them. She didn't know what, but maybe it was just because she's been gone for a couple years. 

Clint and Natasha were off though. 

They were in the barn replacing a few of the planks, and fixing up some paint spots. Not really speaking to one another. Just stares, and smiles. They already knew how to read each other's minds, so getting work done was not an issue. It is what happened in those five years that has them being a bit strange.

Clint told Laura about what happened the last five years, along with Nat. She was a bit creeped out, and disappointed. But kept her calm, and understood it all. But that wasn’t why the two were acting odd either. 

“You did visit Natasha, right?” that one sentence started the whole silence smiles. 

“I would leave dandelions at the door. But only actually stayed once,” was Clint’s response. 

Laura shakes her head with a smile, “Jesus Clint. You need to hang out with her more now that we’re all back. You two can go clean up the barn.”

“Yes ma’am,” the two said in unison. 

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Nat knew it was Clint. That’s how she knew Clint was still alive, and it’s him going around and committing the murders of gangs and criminals all over the world. She knew it was him who was leaving dandelion bouquets by the door. Every time the murders circled back to America, the bouquet was there. Three years of this has been going on. Almost four. Nat kept leading the avengers, Steve led a support group, Tony lived his life raising a girl, Thor was in his new kingdom, Banner was saving people, and Clint would leave dandelion bouquets on the doorstep after a murder or two. It was an interesting routine. 

It was the routine for the team, along with other surviving members. And we’re gonna focus on Nat and Clint because they're the main thing right now, so shush and buckle up bitches. 

It was another regular laundry night, Nat was in just wearing one of her teammates shirts, (Steve’s if you must know) and a pair of boxers (Tony’s if you also must know that). Just a few pieces of clothes she stole years ago. Very few lights were on and just as Nat loaded the wash, Friday announced a guest at the door. Nat slowly looked around the corner at the door, and saw no one outside. However, someone was definitely inside, leaning against the glass door. And in their hands, a dandelion. Nat knew exactly who was here, and rushed down to his side. 

“Clint! Clint, look at me! Are you ok?” Nat cupped Clint’s face, looking around at him for injuries. 

All he could do was slightly nodd. His breath was quiet, and somewhat heavy. In the moonlight, Nat could see blood on his head and his attire. His eyes were closed. Nat lifts Clint’s arm over her shoulder, and carefully helps him up to the med-bay. Clint leans into his best friend along the whole way, missing her kindness towards him. He missed having someone be by his side. He missed his whole family being together. 

Nat got Clint to sit on the table, asking him to take off his suit as she gets the medical kit. Nat and Clint stay in silence as Nat bandages her friend up. Being very careful with each cut and stitch. Clint tried to help with pointing to where it hurts or where he knows he’s bleeding. 

After he’s all cleaned and fixed up, Nat cups his face to get a good look at him. Clint’s eyes were closed but he leaned into Nat, touching his forehead to hers. Nat felt a tear down Clint’s cheek on her hand. She booped his nose with her own before he brushed his lips against hers. “Nice boxers.”

Nat lets out a little giggle, her own tears coming down, “How do you know I’m wearing boxers?”

“I saw them earlier when you were helping me over here. Tony’s I’m guessing.”

“How’d you know?”

Clint opens his eyes and looks into Nat’s, “Because it’s a Tuesday, and Tuesdays you wear Tony’s boxers.”

Nat goes back a bit, “How do you know I have a schedule for wearing boxers?”

“I just know you,” Clint places his hands on Nat’s waist, pulling her closer into a hug. Nat smiles against her friend’s shoulder, “I missed you.”

“Thank you for the dandelions by the way.”

“Thank you for being strong all these years alone.” Nat hugged tighter, kissing his shoulder. Receiving a kiss on the neck. Then another one on her cheek. “They’re never coming back are they?”

“I wish I had hope to give you that they were,” Natasha whispers back. 

Clint pulls apart just a bit, so he can look at his best friend. Brushing the back of his hand softly against her cheek, pushing back a few strands out of her face. “I think I love you.”

“I know,” Nat smiles. 

“Good.” Clint cups Nat’s face and pulls her to him. Placing a kiss on her lips. 

Nat didn’t pull away. She got closer. Her hands grabbed his arms, causing him to let go of her and putting them on her thighs. Clint grips her legs and lifts her onto his lap, causing Nat to let out a little squeak. Her arms went around his neck, pushing her chest against his own. Clint gave Nat’s thighs a squeeze before moving to her ass. Giving a little smack as he pulls away from her lips to her neck, nipping and sucking it. Loving the vibrations of Nat’s moans. Clint moves his hands under Nat’s shirt, squeezing her skin with his cold hands, moving further up to her breasts. All the sensations cause Nat to move her hips against Clint’s growing bulge. Clint goes back to gripping her waist, helping his best friend move against him. Pushing her against him. 

Nat could feel her getting wetter by the second, feeling her wet cunt soaking the boxers she wears. Seeping through to Clint’s pants. Leaving a wet spot on his crotch. She lets out a moan and rolls her eyes back, leaning her head back. Clint lets out a chuckle as he watches his best friend fall apart in his lap. He grins while scanning her body, hating that Steve’s and Tony’s clothes are on her, loving the wet spot she’s leaving on his pants, and absolutely adoring her moans being let out. He knew she needed this after so long. The thought of Steve, or even Sam, taking care of her while they were on the run made him feral. 

Clint picks up Nat, arms around his neck and legs linked around his waist. He knew where her room was, or where it should be anyway. He didn’t think Tony would move any of her stuff while she was away. And Clint was right, Nat’s room was still there with all her trinkets and blankets, and stuff. Clint always liked Nat’s room. It was cozy. 

Clint throws Nat onto the bed, both of their chests rising up and down. Nat could see the lust in Clint’s eyes, the total need of her being with him. It was sexy as fuck. Nat was a bit scared honestly. She knew how Clint could get in these situations. She’s gotten to see it before for a few missions, and may have been invited once to Laura’s and Clint’s bedroom. No regrets there. 

“Take those clothes off you.” Nat looked down at her attire, guessing the reason Clint got set off earlier. “Now.”

Nat quickly took off her teammates' clothes. Leaving her completely nude on the bed. Clint licked his lips as he got on his knees in front of the bed, pulling Nat by her legs closer to him. Nat sat up on her elbows to see Clint’s face. Clint got between her legs, holding Nat’s thighs softly. Brushing hair thumb against the soft flesh. The whole sight caused Nat to let out a loud groan. It may seem that Clint was calm, and collected, but Nat knew his eyes better than that. Clint held up one thigh, smelled the body wash scent that adorned her body before kissing gently and slowly along. When he got down to Nat’s wet cunt, he gave a kiss right above it before going up the other thigh. An evil smile across his face. Nat felt fucked. 

On the last kiss, he went back to the middle of the thigh, gripped her thighs tightly and bit down. Hard. A mark will definitely be left there, Nat thinks as she gasps from the bite. “When was the last time I ate you out?“

Nat leans her head back, trying to think. But she really couldn’t. She just shakes her head. When she looks back, Clint is right there sitting up in front of her. “Looks like I got work to catch up on.” Nat is amazed by the obscene moan she lets out. 

 Nat watches as Clint gets back down on his knees, and gives her a beautiful lick through her pussy.  Clint evilly grins once more before latching onto Nat’s cunt, tongue circling her clit and moving down to her aching hole. He loops one arm around Nat’s waist as she starts to wiggle around, freeing one hand to drag his fingertips along her thigh to her aching area. Nat rutted herself against Clint’s mouth for more, but the grip across her kept her down. Nat felt Clint’s finger enter slowly, a vast contrast of feeling. Mouth sucking somewhat hard, tongue moving around, and then finger going in and out slowly. Massaging inside, going at a tortuous pace. Gently adding another finger. Nat dropped onto the bed, arching her back. She then remembered how Laura got pregnant while on birth control. 

Then the movements from Clint’s mouth stopped. And his fingers went faster. Clint watched as Nat started moaning out loud even more, her hands pushing against his arm. Like she was trying to get away from his assault on her pussy. Clint just thinks while looking back at his fingers at their work, ‘Ya, that’s not gonna happen.’ 

Clint adds one more finger before going faster, latching his mouth back onto her. Lapping up Nat’s juices. Keeping his eyes up on his beloved. The sight was a beautiful sight. One of his favorites he’s not gonna lie. Seeing his woman scream and moan because of him, fills his ego. 

Nat felt Clint smile against her as she lets out another scream, feeling herself get closer to her orgasm. He knew she was close. Nat was kinda scared for a few seconds, wondering if Clint will let her cum or torture her and not. Turns our torture is Clint’s nickname. Nat whined at the loss of contact suddenly being removed from her. “Clint! Please!!”

“You’ve been using a different body wash. You smell and taste different than usual.”

Nat looks up at him, heavily breathing. “Really? That’s what you comment on?”

Clint hovers above her, his fists besides her head, “Of course. Now if you want to cum, start begging.”

Nat could see the wetness from her pussy glistening on Clint’s chin and lips. She watches as he slowly licks his lips, sitting up, and slowly rubbing up and down her thighs. Nat lets out a whine. “That’s not begging,” Clint sings out. 

Nat drops her head back, closing her eyes, and whines again, “Please Clint, let me cum!” 

Clint grabs Nat’s chin, and makes her look at him, “Nope! You look at me!”

“Clint, please!! Let me cum! Please fuck me!”

“Fuck you with what?”

“Please! Clint! Fuck me with your cock! Please!!” 

Clint smiles softly, leaning down to give Nat a kiss on the cheek. Whispering in her ear as he lines himself up, “Good girl.”

Clint slowly, and torturously, entered Natasha. Groaning as he feels every inch of him slide inside. Nat clinging onto him as she moans loudly herself. Clint keeps his face buried in Natasha’s neck. Taking in her scent and feeling every breath and moan. Clint’s nails dig into the skin of best friend’s thighs. Waiting for Nat to beg him to move. And she did. With the lifting of her hips against his own, pushing her hands against his shoulders. Whining into his ear. Clint thought it was cute.

He slowly pulled out of her before slowly going back in, sitting up, and keeping his grip on her thighs. Natasha reached to hold his wrists, knowing that his beginning slow thrusts are about to get rougher. 

Which they did. Clint picks up his pace, and begins slamming into Natasha. Grinning like an idiot as he watches his best friend lose her mind bit by bit at a time. It makes him go faster, letting go of her, and hovering over her body. His fists next to her head. Nat still gripping his wrists. She listens to the skin slapping and their mixed moans. It drives her crazy. She’ve been alone for years. Without her team. Without contact. She missed it. And even though she knew Clint won’t stay very long, she was gonna enjoy every millisecond of this contact. Every inch of his touch, and she was gonna remember every sound he makes. Which are all beautiful sounds.

Nat has always enjoyed Clint’s moans. He could get lost in the moment, and sound so beautiful. So hot and sexy. It drove her mad. I mean, who wouldn’t be driven mad when hearing someone they love losing it during sex? It’s hot. 

Nat was so close to cumming, and Clint knew it. He moves one of his hands down to Nat’s clit, rubbing it just a bit. Trying to cause Nat to lose her senses just a bit more. Which he was succeeding at. Nat felt like she was gonna explode from all the feelings and sensations that are blasting throughout her body. She can feel herself starting to sweat. Clint it was kinda hot as he kept pounding into her cunt. He too getting all sweaty. 

Natasha  gripped onto Clint even tighter, her nails digging into his skin. Definitely going to leave marks later. In the back of his mind, Clint hopes for it. 

“Clint!?” Nat moans out.

“Yes, baby?” Clint drops down to his elbow, so his hand was free to move a few strands of hair that were sticking to Nat’s face.

“Fuck...fuck me..”

“I am,” Clint chuckles.

“H-harder! Please!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Clint keeps his hand on Natasha’s clit, as he pounds her wet cunt harder. Just like she wanted. Nat regrets that decision, but god DAMN is she enjoying it! If it wasn’t for Clint basically crushing her with his body, even though it was more or less hovering, Nat would be arching her back from the immense pleasure she was going experiencing. Nat then feels something on her neck. Something wet. It was Clint’s mouth licking and sucking marks that he was gonna make sure they would stay for a bit. 

Then Clint’s mouth went to her shoulder. That was her indication that Clint couldn’t hold it in anymore and he was gonna burst. Nat’s hands went to his back, her nails dragging along his back. She tilts her head so she could speak into Clint’s ear, “Come on, baby! Cum for me!”

And with that, Clint bites down on Nat’s neck, spilling his cum inside her. Nat, herself, loses all control and screams in pleasure. Her juices gushing around her best friend’s cock. It felt amazing for both of them. They needed this after so long. They needed contact, attention, affection. They somewhat needed specifically each other. Truly only one another knew the other. 

With a few last thrusts, Clint slowed down. Staying inside Nat for a few more seconds. Trying to calm himself and waiting for Nat to be calm herself. They stayed like that for more than a few seconds. Their cheeks touched as they laid side by side. They could both feel tears coming down one another’s face. Clint was now fully on top of Nat. They could feel one another chests going up and down as they calmed down, their sweaty bodies sticking to another. It was one of the best feelings in their world. 

They fell asleep like that. And Nat woke up alone, but she was cleaned and dressed. She was also tucked into bed, all warm and snug as a bug. She wanted to stay like this. It was so warm and comforting. Nat could hear soft rain hitting the building, and that just made her want to stay longer. But she knew she couldn’t. 

Nat sat up, shivering a bit as the covers left her body. She did a little stretch, feeling a bit of pain and pleasure spread throughout the parts of her body. She smiles as she remembers last night. And even though Clint wasn’t there anymore, she still loved how she got to see her best friend. She had a peaceful night’s sleep for once in about four years. More even. She was happy. Nat knew it wouldn’t last long, but fuck it. Nat is gonna love every second for now. 

Nat looks at her nightstand to see a note and a couple of dandelions. She picks it up, seeing that it’s a note from Clint:

Hey smexy,

I cleaned you up when I woke up. Also left waffles in the oven for you. I was tempted not to leave, but I had too. Maybe in another universe. Anyway, I left a pair of clean boxers for you on the end of your bed. 

Until hope arises,

Clint <3

Nat smiles. Even if hope is barely anything, it still means she’ll see him again. Nat gets up from the bed, but then plops down to the ground. “Damn it, Clint,” Nat mumbles, “I just want some waffles.”

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Nat smiles at the memory, as she paints her section of the barn. She now wants waffles. Nat pauses to look over at Clint fixing one of the panels. He was always hot and sexy when he was using his hands to work on something. It made her feel all the feelings. The mohawk and tattoo was definitely helping the scene. 

Nat was so focused that she didn’t notice Laura standing nearby. Laura had a smirk on her face, knowing full well what was going through Nat’s head. Natasha turns her head when she hears Laura walk closer, “Hey, gorgeous.”

“Hey, red head,” Laura holds out a cup of something to her friend.”

“Thanks.”

“Soooo,” Laura looks at Clint, “How is angry Clint in bed?” Nat spits out her drink, causing Laura to laugh. “Honey, I know your looks too well to know what happened. Now answer.”

Nat chuckles as she wipes her mouth. “I fucking hate you. Also you should know what it’s like.”

“Yes, but you got an entire new kind of angry sex. I’ve had the usual argument-make-up-angry sex, and the after-hard-mission sex, but you got the angry-everyone-is-gone-and-I-have-no-hope-left-in-world sex, so I’m curious.”

Nat burst out laughing, Laura laughing along. “I don’t think it’s that much different.”

“Liar.”

“I can’t lie to you.”

“You did plan on keeping that a secret.”

Nat gives her a light, friendly punch in the arm, “A secret is not a lie. It’s just not saying anything.” 

Laura shrugs, taking a sip of her own drink. The two stand there and watch Clint working. A dandelion tucked behind his ear. 

Clint looks up and freezes when he sees the women staring at him. He looks around him, wondering why they're staring at him. He shifts his eyes sideways, and gives them a confused puppy dog look. He watches as the two women whisper something before Laura goes back inside and Nat walks to him. “Can I help you both?”

“Maybe,” Nat leans against the barn, “Want some waffles?”

Nat bites her tongue as she smiles and Clint gives her a grin, putting down his tools. “I would love some.”