Mar. 30th, 2013

lar_laughs: (Marvel - a whisper worth a smile)
There was/is an impromptu three-sentence fic event going on at [ profile] be_compromised and that's what I wrote yesterday. It didn't dawn on me that I hadn't posted it here until I was already in bed and it was too late to even think about getting up and posting.

Unless otherwise posted, all characters are Clint and Natasha (often as Clint/Natasha).

Title: Strapped
Prompt: weapons and their meaning to them
Story: There was always a knife strapped to his leg but she knew that it wasn't standard issue. After watching him draw and throw it, she knew it had different origins and felt compelled to ask him about it.

The tips of his ears grew red as he replied, "I've never told you what I did when I was a kid, have I?"

Title: Never a Good Idea to Stare
Prompt: Don't taunt the dinosaurs.
Story: She figured hanging from her ankle in the tallest tree in the area (or so it seemed from this abnormal vantage point) was what she deserved for going against order. When Clint finally got around to getting her down, she struggled valiantly not to hang her head at his pointed look.

"Your typical brontosaurus doesn't like to be stared at," was all he said.

Title: Next in the Lecture Series
Prompt: March Madness
Story: Clint tried to suppress his grin as Natasha settled next to Tony on the couch and said (in her best I'm ever so interested voice), "So explain this madness to me again."

For the sixth time, Tony began his History of Basketball in the Civilized World speech as she watched with what looked like interest. This was going to be fun to watch when the games started.

Title: Tea Party
Prompt: imaginary friend
Story: "You can't sit there," the diminutive Natasha informed Clint as he joined her at the kitchen table. Thirty-six hours in and she was still a six-year old but Bruce swore that he was close to a solution to Dr. Doom's little trick.

As he changed seats, she informed him, "That's where Coulson is sitting."

Title: Injury (warning: character injury)
Prompt: open your eyes
Story: "Tasha, I'm gonna need you to open your eyes for me because we need to get out of here but I can't even begin to think about it until I know you're conscious and I'm doubtful about it at the moment."

The rambling panic in Clint's voice was every bit as comforting as his death grip on her shoulders. As much as she knew she should do as he requested and open her eyes, she wanted to stay in this between existence where all that mattered was that he was nearby.

Title Pre-History
Prompt: a short history of nearly everything
Story: "They're assassins. What more do you need to know?"

Later, Maria wished she'd pushed a little harder for a more in-depth history on Clint and Natasha as she found herself often in the dark about what they were capable of and what she should be expecting of them.

Title: A Time for Us
Prompt: Budapest (it had to be done)
Story: Natasha catalogues their adventures together by the scars on Clint's body. She traces over a ridge of skin, silvered with time, and waits for him to shiver in remembrance.

"Budapest," he growls in return as she starts to melt.


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