CLINT BARTON HAS A FARM! Have you all heard that yet? It was shown briefly in a teaser clip yesterday when Marvel announced their movie lineup, and I am so excited about it! So, I had to write a fanfic. This is going to be over multiple years, of different times he brought Natasha to his farm. This first chapter is when they just started working together recently, so remember, she does not really trust him yet and might seem cold because she is still new to Shield, and part of her is still warped by the Red Room. Well, ok, she will ALWAYS be painfully warped by the Red Room. This is just Natasha when she was more so that way, haha. Ok, moving on. Future chapters will have Clintasha fluff, more Avengers, etc.
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The first time Clint brought her to the farm, he thought that she was dying. Ok, to be fair, so did she. It had been a rough mission; of course they were the best of the best, it wasn't like Shield usually picked the easy missions for them to go on. But this one had ended quite badly and in Idaho of all places. When Phil briefed them on the mission, Natasha thought he was kidding at first. ""Are you joking right now Coulson? You're saying we need to go on a mission, to bust a group trying to replicate some super soldier serum- in Idaho? That's like, the middle of nowhere. The only thing there are farms, and, well, more farms. Come on, if the guy's from Idaho, I doubt it's a very hard mission. Can't you send some of the Newbies? I'm sure they'd be thrilled to help"
Clint was quiet next to his partner, playing idly with an arrow in his hands. They had not been working together for all that long, though in the past year Natasha had come to know Clint better than anyone she had ever met. Not that they were friends of course. Friendship was for children.
Coulson snapped the file closed, pushed it towards the duo of assassins. "Sorry Romanoff, Directors orders. If this mission is as easy as you say it is, you should be in and out within a matter of hours. In time to enjoy a relaxing weekend maybe. Catch up on some TV shows or something, I don't know what you like to d in your spare time. Your plane leaves in an hour, I expect you both to be on it. Report back before Monday, I'll see you then." Phil smiled at the two, and left. The Black Widow grabbed the sheaf of papers he had left on the table for them, and began leafing through them, scowling.
"Honestly, you'd think they would put us to better use than this. Going after some hillbilly scientist in Idaho, come on! Waste of our time. What am I even supposed to bring? At least I'm guessing I won't need a fancy dress or anything…" Clint flipped his arrow in the air and caught it, so it balanced on the tip of his finger. "Actually it would be a good idea to bring a nice casual dress or two. Nothing too fancy, don't want to draw attention to yourself. Just something nice you would wear to a square dance or BBQ….. Never know what events we might have to use to get intel on the organization. Oh, and pack jeans. A few pairs should be enough, but you never know, you can get dirty fast there. It's probably not too cold there this time of year, but bringing a couple sweaters wouldn't hurt. Just not anything super nice you will want to wear again. Actually, don't bring any clothing you want to wear again, because this time of year everything is going to be covered in mud."
Natasha lifted an eyebrow at her partner. "Seriously? How do you suddenly know what someone should pack when going to Idaho? You never know what to bring. I seem to remember a couple months ago you asked me if you should bring a swim suit to Alaska- in the middle of winter." Clint's ears flushed bright red. "Don't judge me on that, I heard they had some sweet hot tubs there…. It's not like I actually brought it with me or anything. I've just been on a few mission in Idaho before, and happen to remember how the people dressed. Take my advice or not, it makes no difference to me Romanov." Twirling the arrow so it blurred in his hand, Clint left the room, "See you on the plane," he offered, before leaving the room. Natasha rolled her eyes at what a show off her partner could be when playing with his stupid arrows. Then made a note to pack some jeans in her mission bag.
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They touched down in Idaho just a few hours later, Natasha ready to get this mission over and done with. She had nothing against being in such a rural countrified setting, she was just resentful feeling she was overqualified for this mission. "Come on Barton, get a move on, if we evaluate the base and decide we don't have to go covert to get intel, we might get done before the night is over. I'm driving." Clint moaned at this, but she knew he didn't really mind. He was one of the only people she had met who didn't object at her fast, ok, more like life endangering driving style.
It was raining. The scene that greeted The Black Widow as she stepped off the plane was pretty much just what Nat expected to see in the middle of nowhere in Idaho. The rain was thudding heavily down from plump clouds that covered every crack in the sky, a forest of trees weeping rain water surrounded each side of the road, and everything that had once resembled dirt was now a thick sludge of mud. She already couldn't wait to get out of here.
Clint, on the other hand, looked as if he was in his favorite place in the world. Stepping outside he threw his head up to meet the rain, a giant grin almost splitting his face in half. Natasha almost expected him to begin skipping in muddy puddles, so she said, "Birdbrain! You know you're getting you're bow wet!" Barton yelped, and dove for the protection of the car Shield had provided.
Tossing her bag in the trunk of the car, Natasha slid into the drivers seat and was soon roaring down the road, that was sometimes an actual road, and sometimes little more than a strip of mud.
Before, when she had been alone, before Clint recruited her, Natasha had always prepared herself before a mission the same way. With total silence. Focusing on the mark she was about to take out, and how best to carry out the job and please her handler. Ever her opposite, Clint liked to prepare himself with constant talking.
Usually he talked about himself, or tried to learn more- ok, tried to learn ANYTHING about her. He always had a few stories to share before a mission. At first Natasha had been beyond annoyed by this, but after almost a year she had grown accustomed to it. Probably why today, when Clint was actually being quiet for once looking out his window, she actually started a conversation.
"When have you bee here before anyway?" She asked, eyes flickering to the man seated next to her, who she still hardly knew even after a year of being partners. Clint glanced over, probably surprised the Black Widow was actually starting a conversation for once. Being a smart man who wanted to stay alive and unmarred, he did not comment or joke about her suddenly being a Chatty Kathy.
"Oh, I don't know. I've been here a few times….. Had a mission where I busted a ring of drug smugglers way back when I first started working here, few years ago had to track down an escaped convict who it turned out was hiding in the woods, then I think the other time I was here I just had to take down a mark. Nothing too exciting. I just hope this mission will be more interesting, you know?"
Natasha almost smiled. "Don't count on it Barton, this is going to be a painfully dull mission. Get in, take down some bad guys, rub out the mark, then I get to leave this state and get back to civilization. It's almost too easy."
Except that it wasn't. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. They had been given faulty information. More people were there than they had been informed. Only half of Clint's brand new exploding arrows actually worked, and to top it all off, they were mistaken about the mark being dead.
Clint finally thought the mission was over. Natasha had shot the insane Doctor working on the serum, and he was now a motionless bloody mass on the ground. Clint was walking around gathering what arrows he could salvage, when Natasha scanned the room for anything Shield might find useful. Both of them had been wounded, but nothing too serious. Cilnt had a nasty gash in his leg that might need stitches, a few bullets had almost hit him, but in all he had come out of the fight in pretty decent shape. Of course it looked like Natasha didn't have more than a few scratches on her…. And you know whoever had been dumb enough to inflict them was now dead. Honestly, he had no idea how she did it….. She had never once been seriously wounded on a mission with him yet. It was like she was some superhuman, above such common things as injuries, blood loss, or getting hurt… It was eery really. Clint almost wished he could see his new partner get injured, just to see she really was human.
He was going to regret thinking that.
His back was turned, trying to pull an arrow out of some guys stomach, so he did not see when the first gun fired off. First the one he heard closer to him, letting off several rounds. Clint rolled away, instinctively searching for cover. When he looked around to assess the situation, Natasha's gun shot off one round. That was all it needed. And then, the mark they had come here to kill, was officially deceased.
"Romanoff!" Clint cried out, running towards his partner who was clutching at her stomach, eyes bugging out of her head. He reached her just as the assassins legs gave out beneath her, caught her before she hit the ground. Clint could not see any blood on the dark material of her uniform, but he was positive the fabric was drenched in blood. "Agent Romanoff, talk to me, you need to tell me where he hit you and how many times." She did't say a word, maybe couldn't. She was just grabbing for her stomach, mumbling under her breathe, gasping for air. This was the worst Clint had seen her since the day he first brought her into Shield. And it was scaring him.
"Damn it Natasha, talk to me right now, or I'm telling Coulson to assign you to a damn desk job!" The sound of her name stirred the Black Widow into coherence. "Three bullets….. No puncture of the heart or lungs….. Got some stuff in my stomach. We need to leave the bullets in for a bit because… We don't know what they hit….. Might be blocking internal bleeding…" Then she blacked out, clearly in pain.
Cursing, Clint lifted her into his arms, and carried her back to the car. There he tried to contact Shield, but the picturesque rain had turned into a brewing thunderstorm. He couldn't contact anyone who could safely help them on his cell phone. Natasha unconscious but whimpering in the seat next to him, Clint pounded the steering wheel in frustration. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't take her to a normal hospital, if they even stuck around this town any longer the deaths of the mad doctor and his men would be linked to them. Clearly Shield was going to be of no help, Clint and Tasha never had an extraction plan, no one was waiting for them. It might take too long for a Shield plane to come. Where could he go that would be safe? What could he do?
Feeling helpless, Clint pounded the steering wheel some more, and then peeled out of the parking lot, knowing he at least had to get the two of them away from the scene of the crime. Then he could evaluate Nat's injuries and think of somewhere to go. He was steadily talking to Natasha, about nonsense really, just anything he could think of that could comfort her, keep her grounded to reality if could hear him.
He had been driving for almost ten minutes blabbering about arrows and comic books, when the idea hit him- and he felt like an idiot for not thinking of it instantly. He did a sharp u-turn, began going in the opposite direction. It was normally an hour and a half away, but this was a special Shield car. If he was lucky he might get there in a third of that time. He would have to stop soon, once he was out of range of nosy police cars investigating the cimre scene he had just left to give some emergency first aid. But he could treat the worst of his partners injuries when they got to their destination- If he got their in time.
As Clint pressed his foot to the gas pedal, Natasha moaned, eyes fluttering open, gasping. "Where are we going?" Clint reached out and smoothed sweaty curls away from her pain stricken face, an act he could never do if Natasha was not drunk on the pain coursing through her body. "It's going to be ok Nat. I'm stopping the car soon to give you some medicine and bandages, then we're going to a special place. I promise you will love it." Grimacing, Natasha only had seven words to say. "I told you…. Don't call me Nat…."
Clint had to laugh at this. Of course she would care about a nickname after getting shot several times. "Come on Spidey, if you are going to be visiting my farm, I should get to call you whatever the hell I want."
Soooo the next couple chapters will be more on this first visit, then I have ideas for more through the years, of one of both of them coming to the farm for various reasons :) Promise each time will not be related to an injury, haha! Please review. It can make someone so happy and takes less than a minute.