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shanachie_quill) wrote2012-08-17 01:54 pm
shanachie_quill) wrote2012-08-17 01:54 pm
Entry tags:
FIC Overwhelmed
Title: Overwhelmed
Characters: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Ariana Barton, Phil Coulson
Fandom: Avengers 2012
Series: Assassin Baby
Written For:
Prompt: Natasha has some issues
Summary: Natasha is used to being a strong, independent woman who can do it all herself—but even a woman like that needs a little help and reassurance once in a while. She just needs someone she trusts to provide it.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None really, but it goes along with the rest of the series
Warnings: Tasha can do it herself, Clint is supportive, Coulson knows all
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to be and I’m not making any money off this. Ariana doesn’t even really belong to me.
Author's Note: Are you noticing a pattern with me? I say I’m going to work on the stuff on my list and then I go and do things like this. Hey, at least I wrote it in one day and it’s over, posted, and done with. *head desk* Whatever. I solemnly swear I will get stuff done. Some day.
A Little Under Four Years Before the Attempted Chitauri Invasion
The last thing Clint expected when he entered his quarters after being away on assignment was to find his baby daughter screaming hysterically while her mother and the toughest woman he knew huddled in the corner. He immediately dropped his go bag on the floor and kicked the door shut. Torn between comforting the two females in his life, he realized he wouldn’t be able to hear Natasha if he didn’t get Ariana calmed down.
Striding quickly across the room, he unhooked the buckles that held Ariana and picked her up, careful to support her head. “Hey, baby girl,” he cooed, rocking her gently. “Are you giving Mommy a hard time?”
Ariana continued to scream, fighting against his hold, and he turned to see that Natasha had covered her ears, ducking down farther into the corner. She was muttering in Russian and the little he could catch were dire threats against his manhood.
Wincing but figuring it wasn’t actually anything personal, Clint glanced around the room, trying to see if he could figure out what had happened. Most of the room was in its normal pristine state, but he could see where a few bottles had been spilled and a bag of toys had been upended. Clearly this wasn’t something that had just happened.
Thinking quickly, Clint shifted Ariana to one arm and grabbed the bag they kept packed so she could be easily transported. Stooping, he kissed Natasha on top of the head. “I’ll be right back,” he promised.
Striding quickly down the hall (and glad their suite was on the same floor as the one he was aiming for), Clint knocked loudly on the door he wanted. When the door opened, the normally bland-faced man had a slightly worried look on his face. “What’s wrong with her?” he asked Clint, even as he reached for Ariana.
“I don’t know. I just got back. But Tasha needs a break and I need to figure out what’s going on. I can’t do that if Ariana’s screaming her head off,” Clint answered. “Can you take her for a bit, Coulson? Just an hour or so and then I’ll come get her.”
“Why don’t I take her over night? It’ll give you both a break,” Coulson offered. He pried the still screaming baby out of Clint’s arms at his words and the change in position startled her into silence for a minute. The agent used the quiet to add, “Maybe you can find out why Natasha didn’t come to me for help before now.”
Clint sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Yeah. Okay. Of course she didn’t. Thank you.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the red fuzz on Ariana’s head. “Let Uncle Coulson sleep, Button,” he told her as he handed over her bag. “I have no idea if she ate or when she was changed or…”
“Barton, I’ve got this. Go take care of Natasha. We’ll be fine,” Coulson assured him.
“Right.” Clint ran a hand through his hair. “Natasha. So send someone to find me if I don’t come get Ariana by breakfast tomorrow.”
“Good-bye, Barton.” Coulson stepped back into his own suite and firmly shut the door, leaving Clint alone in the hallway.
When Clint got back to the rooms he shared with Natasha and Ariana, he discovered that Natasha had come out of her huddle and was listlessly cleaning up the mess. “Hey. Leave that for now,” he said softly. He took the bottle out of her hand and set it on the counter. “Come with me.”
She looked around as if just realizing it was quiet. “Where’s the baby? What did you do with the baby?”
“She’s fine,” Clint replied. “She’s with Coulson.” He tugged on her hands. “Come with me.”
Reluctantly Natasha allowed him to tow her from their rooms. He didn’t even pause when they reached the hallway, but led her up and out onto the roof. “Clint, what are you doing?” she demanded as he continued towards the edge.
He turned back towards her, but didn’t release her hands. “Why didn’t you go to Coulson for help?” he asked, careful to keep any censure out of his voice.
“I shouldn’t need his help,” she answered. “I should be able to take care of her by myself.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “But I couldn’t. She wouldn’t stop crying, Clint. And nothing I did was right!” Any other woman would be crying right now, but Natasha’s green eyes were dry. “I’m a horrible mother.”
“Oh, Tasha.” Clint stepped forward, hoping he wasn’t going to get punched as he wrapped his own arms around her. “You don’t have to do it all by yourself. If I’m not here, please go to Coulson.”
“I shouldn’t have to,” she insisted. “I’m her mother. I should be able to do this. I can’t do anything. Not as great as you do.”
“Hey.” He slipped a finger under her chin and tilted her head until she was looking up at him. “You have already done something great. You brought that beautiful little girl into the world. And trust me, that is so not something I could have done. And you know what else you do that’s great? Every day, you tell her ‘Hi, Ariana, I’m your mommy’ and no matter what…no one else is going to be her mommy.”
“But you always seem to know what to do with her.”
“Not always,” he assured her. “It’s just not as much of a learning curve. And I’m not as bloody independent as you are anymore.” He pressed a kiss to her head, holding her against his strong body. “I promise you that Ariana won’t think any less of you if you ask for help. In fact the only thing that will make her think less of you is if you beat the shit out of her on a daily basis. And tonight you know what I saw? I saw a mother at the end of her rope and instead of beating her, that mother put herself in the corner and left the baby alone.”
“I…” Natasha actually seemed at a loss for words.
“Tasha.” Clint buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing deeply for a moment. “There is no one I would rather have as the mother of my child. I love you. I love her. But you don’t have to do it alone.” He pulled back a little so he could see her face. “Do you trust me?”
“You know that I do,” she replied quietly.
He cupped her face with his hands. “Then trust me with this.” Resting his forehead against hers, he settled his breathing for a minute until she was breathing in unison with him.
“I can’t. I can’t deal with her tonight,” she finally admitted.
“Then it’s a good thing Coulson decided he wanted her for the night when I dropped her off,” Clint responded. “You ready to go back to our room?” When she nodded, he added, “And we’re going right to bed. No cleaning up. We’ll pick it up together in the morning.” She nodded again and he turned her, slipping his arm around her shoulders. They’d deal with everything in the morning.
Characters: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Ariana Barton, Phil Coulson
Fandom: Avengers 2012
Series: Assassin Baby
Written For:
Prompt: Natasha has some issues
Summary: Natasha is used to being a strong, independent woman who can do it all herself—but even a woman like that needs a little help and reassurance once in a while. She just needs someone she trusts to provide it.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None really, but it goes along with the rest of the series
Warnings: Tasha can do it herself, Clint is supportive, Coulson knows all
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to be and I’m not making any money off this. Ariana doesn’t even really belong to me.
Author's Note: Are you noticing a pattern with me? I say I’m going to work on the stuff on my list and then I go and do things like this. Hey, at least I wrote it in one day and it’s over, posted, and done with. *head desk* Whatever. I solemnly swear I will get stuff done. Some day.
A Little Under Four Years Before the Attempted Chitauri Invasion
The last thing Clint expected when he entered his quarters after being away on assignment was to find his baby daughter screaming hysterically while her mother and the toughest woman he knew huddled in the corner. He immediately dropped his go bag on the floor and kicked the door shut. Torn between comforting the two females in his life, he realized he wouldn’t be able to hear Natasha if he didn’t get Ariana calmed down.
Striding quickly across the room, he unhooked the buckles that held Ariana and picked her up, careful to support her head. “Hey, baby girl,” he cooed, rocking her gently. “Are you giving Mommy a hard time?”
Ariana continued to scream, fighting against his hold, and he turned to see that Natasha had covered her ears, ducking down farther into the corner. She was muttering in Russian and the little he could catch were dire threats against his manhood.
Wincing but figuring it wasn’t actually anything personal, Clint glanced around the room, trying to see if he could figure out what had happened. Most of the room was in its normal pristine state, but he could see where a few bottles had been spilled and a bag of toys had been upended. Clearly this wasn’t something that had just happened.
Thinking quickly, Clint shifted Ariana to one arm and grabbed the bag they kept packed so she could be easily transported. Stooping, he kissed Natasha on top of the head. “I’ll be right back,” he promised.
Striding quickly down the hall (and glad their suite was on the same floor as the one he was aiming for), Clint knocked loudly on the door he wanted. When the door opened, the normally bland-faced man had a slightly worried look on his face. “What’s wrong with her?” he asked Clint, even as he reached for Ariana.
“I don’t know. I just got back. But Tasha needs a break and I need to figure out what’s going on. I can’t do that if Ariana’s screaming her head off,” Clint answered. “Can you take her for a bit, Coulson? Just an hour or so and then I’ll come get her.”
“Why don’t I take her over night? It’ll give you both a break,” Coulson offered. He pried the still screaming baby out of Clint’s arms at his words and the change in position startled her into silence for a minute. The agent used the quiet to add, “Maybe you can find out why Natasha didn’t come to me for help before now.”
Clint sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Yeah. Okay. Of course she didn’t. Thank you.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the red fuzz on Ariana’s head. “Let Uncle Coulson sleep, Button,” he told her as he handed over her bag. “I have no idea if she ate or when she was changed or…”
“Barton, I’ve got this. Go take care of Natasha. We’ll be fine,” Coulson assured him.
“Right.” Clint ran a hand through his hair. “Natasha. So send someone to find me if I don’t come get Ariana by breakfast tomorrow.”
“Good-bye, Barton.” Coulson stepped back into his own suite and firmly shut the door, leaving Clint alone in the hallway.
When Clint got back to the rooms he shared with Natasha and Ariana, he discovered that Natasha had come out of her huddle and was listlessly cleaning up the mess. “Hey. Leave that for now,” he said softly. He took the bottle out of her hand and set it on the counter. “Come with me.”
She looked around as if just realizing it was quiet. “Where’s the baby? What did you do with the baby?”
“She’s fine,” Clint replied. “She’s with Coulson.” He tugged on her hands. “Come with me.”
Reluctantly Natasha allowed him to tow her from their rooms. He didn’t even pause when they reached the hallway, but led her up and out onto the roof. “Clint, what are you doing?” she demanded as he continued towards the edge.
He turned back towards her, but didn’t release her hands. “Why didn’t you go to Coulson for help?” he asked, careful to keep any censure out of his voice.
“I shouldn’t need his help,” she answered. “I should be able to take care of her by myself.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “But I couldn’t. She wouldn’t stop crying, Clint. And nothing I did was right!” Any other woman would be crying right now, but Natasha’s green eyes were dry. “I’m a horrible mother.”
“Oh, Tasha.” Clint stepped forward, hoping he wasn’t going to get punched as he wrapped his own arms around her. “You don’t have to do it all by yourself. If I’m not here, please go to Coulson.”
“I shouldn’t have to,” she insisted. “I’m her mother. I should be able to do this. I can’t do anything. Not as great as you do.”
“Hey.” He slipped a finger under her chin and tilted her head until she was looking up at him. “You have already done something great. You brought that beautiful little girl into the world. And trust me, that is so not something I could have done. And you know what else you do that’s great? Every day, you tell her ‘Hi, Ariana, I’m your mommy’ and no matter what…no one else is going to be her mommy.”
“But you always seem to know what to do with her.”
“Not always,” he assured her. “It’s just not as much of a learning curve. And I’m not as bloody independent as you are anymore.” He pressed a kiss to her head, holding her against his strong body. “I promise you that Ariana won’t think any less of you if you ask for help. In fact the only thing that will make her think less of you is if you beat the shit out of her on a daily basis. And tonight you know what I saw? I saw a mother at the end of her rope and instead of beating her, that mother put herself in the corner and left the baby alone.”
“I…” Natasha actually seemed at a loss for words.
“Tasha.” Clint buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing deeply for a moment. “There is no one I would rather have as the mother of my child. I love you. I love her. But you don’t have to do it alone.” He pulled back a little so he could see her face. “Do you trust me?”
“You know that I do,” she replied quietly.
He cupped her face with his hands. “Then trust me with this.” Resting his forehead against hers, he settled his breathing for a minute until she was breathing in unison with him.
“I can’t. I can’t deal with her tonight,” she finally admitted.
“Then it’s a good thing Coulson decided he wanted her for the night when I dropped her off,” Clint responded. “You ready to go back to our room?” When she nodded, he added, “And we’re going right to bed. No cleaning up. We’ll pick it up together in the morning.” She nodded again and he turned her, slipping his arm around her shoulders. They’d deal with everything in the morning.