A/N: Before I begin this prompt collection, you readers (if I get any) will need to know a few things about my writing.

1. I won't/can't write smut.

2. I won't write any pairings that include the characters Grant Ward or Loki.

Other than that, I'm pretty much up for anything. In your prompts, feel free to mention songs that remind you of the pairing, I'll listen to them. It makes it much easier for me to write that way. Lastly, the title refers to a song by Rascal Flatts, which is an excellent song you should definitely go listen to.

I'm starting this off with Clintasha because they're my OTP.

Traditions

Once a month, life and weather permitting, the four most powerful women of SHIELD met on the roof of Stark Tower, to relax and drink and avoid their idiotic coworkers and subordinates. On this particular night, all the male Avengers except Tony were on assignment or out of the country, or realm in Thor's case.

First to arrive was Pepper, of course, because she lived at the Tower. She had Tony set up a well stocked bar and then leave the premises, on the grounds that this was girls-only, no exceptions. Not even for the owner of the building.

Next to arrive was Natasha. Clint's absence left her extremely bored and without hindrance from any activity that he would normally ruin, such as arriving to a gathering early rather then fifteen minutes late. She greeted Pepper and went straight to the bar, quickly pouring herself a drink and downing it in one.

May and Maria entered simultaneously, a few minutes late. The look of annoyance on their faces made it clear they were not late by choice.

"I swear, Phil's team is going to drive me insane. Pour me a shot, Natasha. " Maria said in greeting.

"Try living with them." May returned darkly, accepting the glass of wine Pepper offered.

"Phil's a great guy." Pepper defended.

"Its not that their bad, its that they're amateurs. Two SciOps agents that are five year olds in disguise, a Level 1 hacker, and a Level 7 specialist that's just as nerdy as Phil. I swear, if Phil doesn't stop with this team dad shit, I'm going to send him back to Tahiti." May explained.

"Yeah, he always was the paternal type. Clint called him dad and old man just to bother him." Natasha said, with a tinge of wistfulness underneath her annoyance.

"So how's SI?" Maria asked Pepper.

"Stark Industries is fine, but Tony needs a new hobby. His tinkering is going to get us all killed." Pepper huffed. The women went over to the bar, having finished off their first drinks quickly. Pepper knew tonight would be the kind where they would all drink too much but she would be the only one to have a raging headache tomorrow. Those SHIELD women sure could hold their liquor. Maria and May kept a bottle of scotch between them, while Pepper kept to chardonnay, and Natasha kept her hand wrapped around a bottle of premium Russian vodka, refilling her shot glass as soon as the previous was gone. They chatted until the sun set over the city, then they relaxed in silence. The tower was so high, they could barely hear the cacophony of New York. It was the one night of the month when they didn't have to worry as much as usual.

In the darkness, May noticed the bright rectangle of a phone screen in Natasha's lap.

"Hand it over, Rookie, you know the rules. No outside contact unless its an emergency. " May ordered, holding her hand out expectantly.

"You were my SO eight years ago, I'm not your rookie anymore." Natasha replied petulantly, handing over the phone.

"Who were you texting?" Pepper asked.

"Clint. He's been gone for a week and a half on a mission, he was scheduled for briefing tonight." Maria answered for Natasha. May smirked and Natasha fought to keep her ivory skin from blushing red.

"I was not." Natasha lied evenly.

"Really?" Pepper rolled her eyes. May quickly unlocked the phone and went through the most recent notifications.

"Oh look, a text from, I wonder, Clint Barton." Maria said sarcastically.

"Ok, well, we have a sort of rule for when one of us gets back from a mission. I was supposed to meet him at the SHIELD airfield." Natasha defended.

"You can see him any night, this is tradition. " Pepper reasoned. Natasha nodded and they went back to relaxing, but none of them could ignore the next dozen beeps from her phone.

"What could possibly be so important that he can't wait until tomorrow? " May wondered aloud.

"Who knows? That idiot might be perched on a street lamp and gotten stuck. " Natasha replied. Just then, a thump resounded as an arrow planted itself in the side of the Tower. A whizzing ensued, followed by a much louder thump and a groan. First a set of hands appeared, then a shock of dirty blonde hair, then the rest of the purple and black vested SHIELD agent, Clint Barton.

"Clint!" the four women exclaimed. Three of the four sounded annoyed, but the fourth and youngest struggled to keep her excitement in check.

"What are you doing here?" Natasha asked. The rest looked to Clint for the answer. He put his hand to the back of his reddening neck.

"Well, uh, I came to see you." Clint began, looking at Natasha. "I just finished my mission."

"I put that much together. " Natasha replied. She had trained her even tone into a cold scoff, and Clint looked a little hurt, but nodded.

"You know the rules, Barton." May warned.

"Yes, because I, the man who doesn't follow half of SHIELD's rules, give a damn about rules set by you four. I'm not afraid of you." Clint replied sarcastically. Natasha's eyes widened at his idiocy, while Pepper just rolled her eyes. Maria and May took threatening stances.

"You're in front of four women who can destroy you verbally, and three of whom who can obliterate you physically. Two of those have the power to demote, suspend, or terminate you." Natasha counted off warningly. Clint looked around at his opposition. Huffing, he shot another arrow into a nearby, lower building and jumped off the roof, swinging into the night.

The women stood in silence for a moment after his departure.

"I'm surprised you didn't side with him, Natasha." Pepper noted.

"Why?" Natasha asked neutrally.

"Most people would side with the person they're dating." Pepper replied, making Natasha nearly choke on her drink.

"Dating?" Natasha repeated dumbly.

"Come on, it's so obvious." Maria declared.

"We're not dating." Natasha stated flatly.

"Believe me, I know what it looks like when two young agents are dating." May assured her.

"Like you and Phil in your glory days?" Natasha teased.

"That's classified." May replied sharply.

"That's cute." Pepper commented, making the other three roll their eyes.

"That's enough." Hill cut off the conversation. Even within the group, if she heard of anything against protocol, she would be bound to report it. As the moon rose higher over the city, the women retired to their spaces in the Tower. Tony had provided apartments for all the SHIELD agents that he didn't completely hate or mistrust. Natasha, however, stayed on the roof. A familiar thump ensued. Clint appeared and came up behind Natasha, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I thought they'd never leave."

"I thought you'd never be dumb enough to show up." Natasha retorted.

"Are you really mad?"

"Yes, I had to deal with them going on about there being something between us."

"Isn't there?" Clint asked as he turned her around to face him. He pinned her to the railing as she put her hand on his neck.

"Why, I don't think there's anything between us whatsoever." She replied, looking up innocently through her long lashes.

"Thank God." Clint mumbled as he pulled her in for a kiss.