[Fan art] Coloring:D Clintasha…♥
My dream for The Avengers: Age of Ultron is that it starts out with each of the Avengers getting a call early in the morning that they need to come in, and when they get to Clint, they’re like, “We still don’t have Romanoff’s new location, so if you have a way of contacting her, pass the message to her as well.” Clint replies, “I’ll see if I can track her down,” and hangs up the phone. Then he rolls over in bed and is like, “Hey Nat, get up, they need us.”
their own gravities and outside forces wrench them in opposite directions, and together, and away again. a love(?) story from two perspectives. [LISTEN]
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Hmm, that’s a good point. Maybe SHIELD lets them be in a relationship as long as it doesn’t affect their work, or maybe they are just very sneaky and choose not to tell SHIELD. I don’t want to spoil the movie if you have not seen it, but I believe that events in Captain America: The Winter Soldier solve this problem.
Thanks for the question, Anonymous Friend!
I think it was a misson gone wrong, where perhaps Clintasha had to work with a team of other agents, and thier plan went horribly array, as they were unexpected ambussed by a group the size of an army. Amidst the battle, Clint and Natasha got seperated and their communication was lost. It was the most painful, stressful five hours Clint had ever experienced.
Natasha remembers she and Clint fighting side-by-side to save their skin
Clint remembers how he felt after he was reunited with his partner.
Hmmm, well I’m not sure about sexy, but I like to think that after a particularly disasterious mission, when both of them are bruised and battered and bleeding all over, Natasha and Clint take the time to go over and make a slient, somewhat somber headcount of each others varying wounds. They both do it, yet don’t tell the other because the injuries serve as this sort of symbol of the chaos and insanity of their lives. Then, when they are all patched up and in bed, they hold each other a bit tighter as sort of a reinforcement against the darkness represented but their new scars.
I know it’s not really sexy, but I like it. Thanks for the curiousity, Anon friend! :)