Favourite Ships - Clint & Natasha [MCU]
“We have three minutes before they realize we’re here.”
“I’ll be in and out with the files in two”, Agent Romanoff gave back without looking up from the computer. “Have a little faith, Agent Barton.”
She didn’t know, but her eyes were shining and a little smile was tugging at the corner of her lips. She was positively glowing at the challenge. She was born for this.
And she took his breath away…
A Holiday From Real.
"I’m not even American," Natasha exclaimed for the millionth time. "And Logan’s Canadian!"
James laughed, “yeah, well, I’m American.” Natasha raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, mostly,” he amended with a smirk. “And besides, Thanksgiving isn’t just about being American, it’s also about giving thanks.”
“I think we’ve figured that much out, Barnes. Giving thanks. Thanks being given. Thanksgiving. We see the correlation,” Logan mumbled through the cigar in his mouth. “I think what Tash’s trying to say is, what’s the fucking point?! She’s Russian. I’m Canadian. You’re whatever you want to be. So, Thanksgiving?”
"Can’t I just be thankful?" he shrugged halfheartedly.
Natasha knew that shrug. She knew it really wasn’t a shrug at all, that this - Thanksgiving - wasn’t just something he’d dismiss with something as lazy as a shrug. Celebrating Thanksgiving - for whatever reason - was important to hm.
"You can be whatever you want," she said, leaning to whisper into his ear, her hand absently trailing the length of his metal arm. She let her lips brush softly against his cheek, before walking over to Logan and taking the cigar from him. After a few healthy puffs, she put it back where she found it.
"Will your archer be joining us, Tash?" Logan asked, taking an extra long drag of his cigar, as not to be out done by Natasha.
If Natasha was anyone else, she’d have frozen in place, but she didn’t, instead she let a sly smirk cross her lips. “He’s not my archer, Logan,” - and never had been, her heart echoed into her head. “And besides, this isn’t exactly a superheroes Thanksgiving. It’s more of an Anti-Hero Thanksgiving. He doesn’t exactly fit the criteria.”
Natasha hadn’t seen nor spoken to Barton in a length of time that was too long to even consider measuring. Outside of knowing he was still alive and breathing, she had no idea what had become of her partner. She could blame him, if she wanted. She could claim that he had done what he - what they - had always done, and ran. But that wouldn’t be completely true. Sure, she had no idea where he was or where he had been. And yes, he did disappear one day without a word, but Natasha hadn’t gone looking for him. Hadn’t inquired as to his whereabouts. Hadn’t even wondered aloud if he was alive or dead. She had let him run, disappear, without really knowing if he’d ever be back.
She let her eyes travel to the metal arm assassin standing in the shadows - as he always had, as he always would - and knew he was the main reason she hadn’t gone after Barton. James was back. The real James. Her James. And she had no idea what that meant for him, or her, and most definitely not what it meant for her and Barton. She had always believed James chose to leave her. That she was no longer of importance, of use, and so he left. She knew that wasn’t the case now. She knew that he had been brainwashed into leaving her. That he had been made to believe a million things about her and their relationship that hadn’t been true. Which lead him to doing the only thing he knew he could do, he left. The other option, the one that still had him waking up screaming in the middle of the night, was to have killed her. He couldn’t. He didn’t. And so he had left.
And so she was here. With him. As she had believed she would be forever. Because he was the only one who really knew her. Inside and out and backward and forward. The one who knew all the blood that dripped from her hands, and the nightmares that wound themselves up in her head at night. He was the only one who chose to love her, scars and murders and nightmares and all. And he still loved her - he had always loved her - and only her. She was still his beginning and end and every murder and atonement in between.
"You’re right," Logan said, bringing Natasha out of her thoughts, "we’re not exactly heroes, are we?"
Barnes shook his head, “no. Not even close, Logan. We have way too many sins to atone for to ever really be considered heroes.”
"Shouldn’t saving the world, once or twice or half a dozen times count as atoning for our sins?" Logan asked, putting out his cigar.
"If you need validation, then no," Barnes stated simply.
Logan shrugged standing up from the couch, “so, Thanksgiving?”
"Thanksgiving," Natasha and James replied.
Natasha’s alive in my brain! I apologize, in advance, for all the Natasha that may clog your dash’s! :)
Favourite Ships - Clint & Natasha [MCU]
the early days…
“Do you remember when I asked you if there were any hard feelings between us about how we met and you said we were fine?”
“I do. Why?” Her fingers fly over the keyboard and one by one the security cameras on the property go black. “Having second thoughts already, Agent Barton?”
“Almost getting torn to shreds by a giant ventilator can do this to a man”, he retorts dryly, but Natasha knows him and his dry sense of humour well enough by now to tell he’s joking.
When she replies he can hear the little laugh in her voice. “Alright, Agent Barton. Next time I’ll take the ventilator shaft and leave the groping diplomats to you…’”