FIC The Secrets We Keep
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shanachie_quillTitle: The Secrets We Keep
Characters: Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Ariana Barton, Tony Stark
Fandom: Avengers
Series: Assassin Baby
Written For:
Prompt:
Summary: Clint is having some issues coming to terms with the events of Loki’s mind control.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Avengers
Warnings: Clint has issues, Natasha has issues, they all have issues together
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, sooo not making any money off it.
Author's Note: So someone asked me how everyone was feeling during Avengers. And I have headcanon for the movie, but I’m not intending at this point to write a story that takes place during the movie. But I felt y’all needed to know a little bit of what was going on in their lives during that time. (Ironically I already had this story done when I was asked about the movie, but my translator was away from home and couldn’t fix my Russian.)
Two Days after the Attempted Chitauri Invasion
Natasha’s green eyes snapped open as Clint jerked awake beside her. He sat up, his chest heaving as he ran a hand through his hair, his grey eyes darting around the room. She drew her limbs away from him, knowing that touching him was the worst thing she could do at this moment and spoke in a low voice, “Clint. It’s okay. You’re here. He’s gone. You’re with me. You’re back with me.”
After a minute the tension in his body eased as he shook off the last of whatever had visited him in his dreams. “Tasha?” he questioned.
“Hey,” she said, reaching towards him, but still not making contact. “We’re in the hotel still. It’s safe.”
“Ariana?” he asked next.
She nodded towards the doorway, understanding what he needed. “She’s in the crib. In the inner room.” Without another word, he slipped from beneath the blankets and padded out of the room, returning a moment later. “You want to check the doors?” she asked.
He shook his head, sliding back into bed and resting his head against her chest. “I told him everything,” he confessed softly. “Told him how to get to everyone. Told him the weaknesses. I almost killed you.” His arms tightened around her.
Natasha carded her fingers through his hair. “You didn’t kill me though. And you didn’t tell him everything. You know how I know?” When Clint shook his head, but didn’t look up at her, she used her grip on his hair to tilt his head. “Because that ooblyoudok didn’t taunt me with Ariana. He didn’t use our little girl against me. So you can’t have told him everything.”
“Maybe he just didn’t know the right questions to ask,” Clint murmured.
“Even if he didn’t, you protected her. And you didn’t go after her when you were on the helicarrier.”
He pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat. “I wasn’t thinking. I had orders and I had to carry them out.” He made a disgusted noise. “I was a good little soldier.”
Natasha winced at the words, knowing he hated them above just about everything. “You aren’t that, you are Clint. You are mine. And Ariana’s. And he is not going to take you away from us again.”
“You’ll stop him?”
“We’ll stop him together,” she promised.
For a few minutes, they lay there quietly, Clint drawing aimless patterns on her arm with his fingers. Just when she thought he’d drifted off to sleep again, he asked, “Are you ever going to tell me the number?”
“No,” she admitted. “It wasn’t you.”
“You know Cap took me aside and told me about…” he stopped, clearly unable to finish.
She tensed next to him, finally admitting, “Yes. I would have told you if Cap hadn’t. I just. I couldn’t then.”
“I know.” He tilted his head up, looking at her again. “Does Ariana know yet?”
“I haven’t been able to tell her. How do I? She’s never…” Natasha stopped, before starting again, “This isn’t the life I want for her.”
Clint moved enough so he could press a soft kiss to her lips. “Me either.” He rolled out of bed and Natasha was glad to see some of his old grace returning to his movements. “I know we said we weren’t going to have her sleeping with us, but maybe?” She nodded and he padded from the room again, returning a moment later with Ariana, still sound asleep, cradled in his arms. Setting her in bed, he settled down next to her, then gathered both of them to him as best he could. “Now I have both of my girls,” he declared.
Natasha smiled at him, pleased to see some more of the pain gone from his grey eyes. “Sleep,” she suggested. “I’ll keep watch.”
“What about you?”
“I can sleep tomorrow,” she told him. “You need it more than me right now. Please.”
His lips quirked in a shadow of his normal smirk. “You know I can’t resist ‘please’ from you.”
“Good.”
Just as his eyes drifted closed, the untraceable cell that Tony had given them beeped. Clint’s eyes snapped open as Natasha reached for it. Only the other Avengers had the number, so it couldn’t be anything good. “Da?” she asked as she put it on speakerphone, the volume low.
“Natasha? Is Barton there, too?”
Natasha exchanged glances with Clint, but answered, “Yes. What is it, Stark?”
“You two need to come back to New York. You can stay here. You’re not going to believe what we found.”
“That’s not enough to get us to come back,” she replied.
“How about this then? Coulson’s alive.”
Ooblyoudok—bastard
Characters: Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Ariana Barton, Tony Stark
Fandom: Avengers
Series: Assassin Baby
Written For:
Prompt:
Summary: Clint is having some issues coming to terms with the events of Loki’s mind control.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Avengers
Warnings: Clint has issues, Natasha has issues, they all have issues together
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, sooo not making any money off it.
Author's Note: So someone asked me how everyone was feeling during Avengers. And I have headcanon for the movie, but I’m not intending at this point to write a story that takes place during the movie. But I felt y’all needed to know a little bit of what was going on in their lives during that time. (Ironically I already had this story done when I was asked about the movie, but my translator was away from home and couldn’t fix my Russian.)
Two Days after the Attempted Chitauri Invasion
Natasha’s green eyes snapped open as Clint jerked awake beside her. He sat up, his chest heaving as he ran a hand through his hair, his grey eyes darting around the room. She drew her limbs away from him, knowing that touching him was the worst thing she could do at this moment and spoke in a low voice, “Clint. It’s okay. You’re here. He’s gone. You’re with me. You’re back with me.”
After a minute the tension in his body eased as he shook off the last of whatever had visited him in his dreams. “Tasha?” he questioned.
“Hey,” she said, reaching towards him, but still not making contact. “We’re in the hotel still. It’s safe.”
“Ariana?” he asked next.
She nodded towards the doorway, understanding what he needed. “She’s in the crib. In the inner room.” Without another word, he slipped from beneath the blankets and padded out of the room, returning a moment later. “You want to check the doors?” she asked.
He shook his head, sliding back into bed and resting his head against her chest. “I told him everything,” he confessed softly. “Told him how to get to everyone. Told him the weaknesses. I almost killed you.” His arms tightened around her.
Natasha carded her fingers through his hair. “You didn’t kill me though. And you didn’t tell him everything. You know how I know?” When Clint shook his head, but didn’t look up at her, she used her grip on his hair to tilt his head. “Because that ooblyoudok didn’t taunt me with Ariana. He didn’t use our little girl against me. So you can’t have told him everything.”
“Maybe he just didn’t know the right questions to ask,” Clint murmured.
“Even if he didn’t, you protected her. And you didn’t go after her when you were on the helicarrier.”
He pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat. “I wasn’t thinking. I had orders and I had to carry them out.” He made a disgusted noise. “I was a good little soldier.”
Natasha winced at the words, knowing he hated them above just about everything. “You aren’t that, you are Clint. You are mine. And Ariana’s. And he is not going to take you away from us again.”
“You’ll stop him?”
“We’ll stop him together,” she promised.
For a few minutes, they lay there quietly, Clint drawing aimless patterns on her arm with his fingers. Just when she thought he’d drifted off to sleep again, he asked, “Are you ever going to tell me the number?”
“No,” she admitted. “It wasn’t you.”
“You know Cap took me aside and told me about…” he stopped, clearly unable to finish.
She tensed next to him, finally admitting, “Yes. I would have told you if Cap hadn’t. I just. I couldn’t then.”
“I know.” He tilted his head up, looking at her again. “Does Ariana know yet?”
“I haven’t been able to tell her. How do I? She’s never…” Natasha stopped, before starting again, “This isn’t the life I want for her.”
Clint moved enough so he could press a soft kiss to her lips. “Me either.” He rolled out of bed and Natasha was glad to see some of his old grace returning to his movements. “I know we said we weren’t going to have her sleeping with us, but maybe?” She nodded and he padded from the room again, returning a moment later with Ariana, still sound asleep, cradled in his arms. Setting her in bed, he settled down next to her, then gathered both of them to him as best he could. “Now I have both of my girls,” he declared.
Natasha smiled at him, pleased to see some more of the pain gone from his grey eyes. “Sleep,” she suggested. “I’ll keep watch.”
“What about you?”
“I can sleep tomorrow,” she told him. “You need it more than me right now. Please.”
His lips quirked in a shadow of his normal smirk. “You know I can’t resist ‘please’ from you.”
“Good.”
Just as his eyes drifted closed, the untraceable cell that Tony had given them beeped. Clint’s eyes snapped open as Natasha reached for it. Only the other Avengers had the number, so it couldn’t be anything good. “Da?” she asked as she put it on speakerphone, the volume low.
“Natasha? Is Barton there, too?”
Natasha exchanged glances with Clint, but answered, “Yes. What is it, Stark?”
“You two need to come back to New York. You can stay here. You’re not going to believe what we found.”
“That’s not enough to get us to come back,” she replied.
“How about this then? Coulson’s alive.”
Ooblyoudok—bastard
