Firstly, I want to apologize for not updating anything. I have the standard excuses - life, school, etc. but I feel bad for everyone who genuinely enjoys reading my work. I'll try and update something soon. In the meantime, enjoy my Hawkeye oneshot. :)
"I made you cookies," Natasha says as Clint drags his bruised, beaten self through the door. It's December twenty-third and the tracksuit draculas apparently don't take vacations, if the patchwork of bruises across Clint's face is anything to go by. The aforementioned archer groans appreciatively, but drags himself over to the coffee pot first. Lucky, who had been lying peacefully by Natasha's feet, hauls himself up with a woof and trots over to his master. Clint smiles softly and rubs his dog's head.
"Who's a good dog? Who's a good pizza dog, huh?" he croons, and Lucky's tail thumps the kitchen floor twice, which Natasha believes is more a function of hearing the word "pizza" than affection for Clint.
"Go take a shower," she tells him after he's done chugging half the coffee pot. "The last batch should be done by then." So Clint limps his way over to his bathroom, and Natasha turns her attention back to her gingerbread men.
"He's an idiot," she tells Lucky. "Going out and waging a one-man war, what the hell is he thinking?" She slides the last tray into the oven with a fluid motion and picks up a piping bag of white frosting. "Then again..." Natasha trails off, lost in thoughts and memories of days bygone. She almost forgets to pull the cookies out of the oven and so what if they're kind of crispy and a little blackened around the edges, nobody ever said Russian spies had to be good cooks. Lucky gives her the most mournful starving-dog look he can muster in between eyeing the cookies, and she sighs. "Here, dog," she sighs, and tosses him one of the crispy gingerbread men. "Enjoy."
Clint drags himself down five minutes later, and Natasha'd be lying if she said a part of her didn't hurt at seeing him there, held together with bandages and probably sheer force of will. But all she says is "The gingerbread men are done," and continues piping icing smiles onto them.
Et voila. Hope you liked it.