Black Widow and a Cup of Marriage

Prompt: MCU, Clint+/Natasha, "Well, here's another nice mess you've gotten me into!" (Sons of the Desert) by love_evil. Comment-Fic Livejournal Community


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Black Widow and a Cup of Marriage

Clint accepts an assignment on his and Natasha’s behalf. Natasha isn’t pleased.


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“Well, here’s another nice mess you’ve gotten me into!” Natasha’s exclamations were characterized more by how quiet her voice got and how biting than by needless force.

Clint looked exasperated. “How is it always my fault?” he demanded. “As I recall, Budapest was entirely your fault.”

Natasha went stoic, the snap going out of her eyes. Not a good sign. Brother against brother. She had finally explained why the Chitauri invasion reminded her of it. Only Winter Soldier hadn’t been her brother.

“Look…” Clint gestured helplessly. “I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

She shoved the stack of paperwork into his hands. “Your idea to take this assignment. You fill it out.”

“I didn’t know they were going to ask us to pose as a married couple!” Clint shouted after her departing back on her way to her own room. To himself, he muttered, “I didn’t know it mattered.”


Natasha closed her bedroom door behind her and leaned against it. Inhale. Exhale. She had worn so many names, but she would have to take off the one that was written under her skin and in her blood—the one she couldn’t take off.

Nothing was going to happen to Clint because of her. For once, she couldn’t be the Black Widow.

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