A/N: I had this idea a couple of weeks ago whilst I was browsing Tumblr, a collection of oneshots that are based of domestic/romantic au prompts. I think Clintasha are so cute so I'm sorry if I haven't been updating my other stories but these prompts are quick and easy and so much fun!

If you have any ideas for prompts you'd like me to write about, either review or PM and I'll have a look, I can't promise I'll write every one as I already have a list I'm working through but I can try!

Please R&R!

Natasha was not having a good day.

Fury had woken her up at some godforsaken hour to come in and go over the mission report she'd handed in yesterday and grudgingly she'd accepted the inevitable and gone to base. After 4 gruelling hours of both a torturous meeting with Fury and then the freaking Council, all the while thinking how much she missed Clint being his usual annoying piece of shit, a fact she'd never admit out loud.

Said annoying partner was on an in-and-out mission in Croatia and was due to get back this afternoon to her joy. He'd been gone for a couple of days and already their apartment felt cold without him. Tony had offered for her to stay at his tower for a while after subtly observing that she wasn't sleeping well but she brushed him off.

After finally arriving home, she slowly shrugged off her thick coat and hung it up by the door, slipping of her boots and putting them on their little shoe rack. She padded across the carpet to the kitchen and put the kettle on, grabbing a mug before hesitating and grabbing another one, just in case. She knew that Clint liked a hot drink when he came back from missions, he said it helped clear his head.

She hummed quietly to herself as she darted around the kitchen, grabbing the coffee beans that Tony had given them as a ridiculously expensive Christmas gift, not that the two assassins objected. In fact, Clint had nearly cried, at the expense of Natasha paying him out about it for nearly a full week.

As she went around the corner to turn the heating up on the console on the wall, she overestimated her turn and stubbed her toe on the corner of the wall.

'Shit!'

'Tash?'

She looked over at the couch in their small living room area and saw Clint, shirtless with gauze wrapped around his stomach and his face sporting a rather large black bruise. She winced at her tender foot and Clint slid off the couch and came to stand next to her.

'You ok?'

'Yeah just stubbed my toe.'

He frowned, 'You never just accidently hurt yourself.'

She avoided his eye contact and his shoulders slumped in realisation, 'You haven't been sleeping, have you?' She didn't answer him and was caught by surprise when he swooped her up in his arms, squealing in surprise.

'Clint! Put me down and stop being dramatic!'

'Oh my darling! You could've broken your foot! I need to examine it!'

'I need to check out that wound of yours.'

'Psh, nah.'

He laid her down on the couch and she look up at him, amusedly watching him fuss over here as he placed her feet on his lap and proceeded to give her a foot massage.

She moaned and closed her eyes, having not felt this relaxed and at ease since he last saw her. She never knew why but it was only when Clint was around that she felt she could put her guard down and her stress levels decreased.

She rolled her head to the side and looked down at him, 'You ok?'

He stopped massaging her feet, to which Natasha had forgotten all about the pain and pressed his body down onto her, resting his chin on her chest, looking up at her with tired but happy eyes, 'I am now that I'm here with you.'

She smiled and ran a slow hand through his dirty hair, 'You're so corny.'

'But you love it.' He grinned up at her as he tucked one of her stray curls behind her ear.

'Yeah I do,' She paused, content in just feeling Clint next to her, knowing he was ok, 'I'm glad you're home.'

He moved up her body and kissed her softly, 'Me too.'

She scrunched her nose as they pulled away from each other, 'You need a bath.'

He shrugged his shoulders, 'Inevitably yes. Want to join?'

She raised an amused eyebrow, 'Only if you let me get ice on that bruise and redress that wound.'

He pressed his lips to her forehead, 'Deal.'

A/N: And that's that! Please R&R, I love hearing back from you guys it's really lovely!

I'll update as soon as I can!

C xx