A Little Piece of Heaven

Summary: Natasha and Clint were made to be private people. So private, that they were able to hide their relationship from the public. It isn't until circumstances are dire that they ever needed to reveal a thing.

Rating: T

Pairing: Clintasha [Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff]

AN: ALL RIGHT, so basically my muse for Clintasha has completely revamped itself from what it was 2011-2012. And it's dangerous. I met an AMAZING Clint and I've met a handful of really literate Avengers RPers, and I'm having fun.

So.. I finally decided to punish myself by watching Age of Ultron in its entirety, something I've been avoiding ever since the damn thing came out. Clint's family and Brutasha just killed me even possibly loving that movie.

GOOD NEWS; like many other Clintasha fans, I decided to add in my two cents regarding the movie. I'm going to FIX IT! By, of course, adding in some Clintasha, taking out some Brutasha and Clint's family, and putting a new spin on the movie.

I hope you enjoy. They're going to be 1-2k drabbles on wherever I could see room for improvement. And yes, the chapters go in order.

Enjoy!

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Natasha could overhear Clint's grunts on the comm, frustrated. She kept it in mind as she fought, warding off various others with a series of blasts from her own hands. It wasn't difficult - they weren't dealing with HYDRA's best fighters. In fact, if she looked any closer - they were mediocre at best, hiding behind weapons like children.

Weapons that wounded Clint.

His pained groan startled her and her attention was lost, head jerking to look over her shoulder. Panic tinged her slightly, but she knew better than to let it get the best of her, regardless of the fact he'd been hit. It wouldn't be a minor wound - these blasts packed a punch.

"Clint!" She shouted, ceasing what she was doing entirely and rushing over to him. She should have figured it was only a matter of time before one of them got hit, and naturally it happened to be the second complete /human/ on the team; go figure.

"We have an enhanced in the field," Steve insisted in the comm, but at this point, that was useless information - at least to her.

"Clint's hit." Natasha insisted, hand to her ear, eyes alert as she evaded blasts. The last thing the team needed was two wounded. She skittered ungracefully to halt in front of his body, the snow too slick for even her combat boots as she knelt awkwardly alongside him.

Her eyes fell upon the deep wound, widening, but also in slightly relief. It wasn't unfixable. It'd seared his skin at most, a deep wound - but he could recover. This was nothing lethal. All she needed to do was apply direct pressure - that would at least clot the bleeding a decent amount, or slow it down.

She dug in her suit, rifling for the stashed gauze she kept for these emergencies, it'd serve as a temporary dressing and would hopefully eliminate any excess blood loss. The temperatures were fairly cold - open wounds that bled quite like this weren't ideal.

But he was groaning and writhing, and despite the fixability - she was sure it hurt like hell. But she refocused, wanting to ensure they didn't get hit again. "Somebody want to deal with that bunker?" She asked, gaze intent on the building aforementioned, before shifting back to Clint, trying to assure him as she unrolled the gauze.

He cracked a pained grin, but she supposed that'd have to suffice as /her/ reassurance for now.

Her head snapped up, grateful to Bruce. "Thank you." Finally unraveling it all, pressing the soft chunks firmly into his side. His head slammed back into the ground and he jerked painfully, which she didn't blame him for, but she needed to apply pressure, otherwise it wouldn't do a damn thing. He knew that.

Unfortunately for him, it only got worse, as she unleashed her upper body strength to really try and clot it.

Her free hand came to tilt his head in her direction, his back arched in pain. "Can't shake this one off, huh?" Speaking to him would offer a distraction; hopefully it would dull the pain at least a bit. Her thumb stroked along his cheek, attempting to divert his attention with the gentle touch, alongside her words. Normally she'd be against showcasing such blatant affection, let alone out in the field, but he needed it right now; something to distract him.

Half of her mind was focused on him and the other was focused on what was still going on around them. They weren't just dealing with HYDRA's groupies anymore, now they had an enhanced to deal with - a much too fast enhanced. This was dangerous, especially for Clint in his condition.

"Easier said than done," He grit out, clenching his teeth as a shudder rolled through his body again. The pain was intense; every time he moved, he could feel it course through him like a new flesh wound had been added. But Nat was here, at least.

He brought up one of his hands, clasping it over hers gently. With that, he tilted his head into her palm and pressed his lips there, his hazel eyes grateful. Her own lips quirked briefly, but the gesture was still hardly a comfort, especially when a pained convulsion followed.

"Clint's hit pretty bad, guys; we're gonna need evac." The blood was soaking through the gauze easily and she wasn't a neverending supply of it. His brave face was faltering and they needed to get him out. It had served as a good attempt, but he needed expedient medical care. At least if they got him back to the jet, a proper tourniquet could be applied and he could get pain medication into his system.

He'd have too much pride to admit he needed any, but she knew. Anyone knew. Ask the hole in his side.

She could overhear Steve and Thor over the comm - the god was coming to transport him. She would have done it herself if she had confidence that she'd be able to get him there unscathed.

Her eyes once again roamed his pained face and she kept up the ministrations of her hand, distracting him whilst they awaited Thor. Once they could hear the wind-slapped sound of his entrance, his hand dropped from hers and her own drew back to clasp over the gauze, giving it one last hearty push, a groan eliciting from Clint.

"One of the beams clipped him pretty deeply," Natasha informed as the blonde crouched down beside her. "He needs a tourniquet and coverage. Secure him in the jet and he'll be fine."

With a moment's hesitation, she removed her hand from the wound and stood, allowing Thor to hoist him up bridal style. It would have been more comedic for Natasha if the pained grunts from the movement hadn't overpowered the humor.

But Clint knew her and he raised a finger. "Not - a word - to anyone." He was too hurt to bother indulging his tone with any real threat. Natasha couldn't say she would have said anything, not in his condition. Any teasing would be saved until much much later, when they were far from the earshot of others.

"Don't worry, Barton. You're not the first man I have rescued this way." The god added with a grin. Clint's expression was less than comforted by the notion.

Natasha crumpled the gauze and discarded it in the snow. "Just - " Her words faded off and she gave Thor a nod. "Go." And with that, the blonde made off with the fallen archer.

She took a few steps back, taking a full scope around for the first time in a few minutes. They'd wrapped up nicely. "We're locked down out here." Tony's bots were finishing gathering up HYDRA's goons - the fight was virtually over.

"Then get to Banner," Steve ordered over the comm. "Time for a lullaby."

She exhaled uneasily. Now she was needed again.

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AN: And part one is complete. It's little snippets - nothing too out of character. What will really be changing will be Brutasha or Laura/Clint parts. Until those rise to the surface, subtle things like this should be expected.

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