Sadly this is the last chapter and I just want to give another giant thank you for Gummybear1178 for this idea and her patience (because I took forever to write this).
I'm just going to put it out there that there are some more mature terms in this chapters being presented to you by an immature person.
Recap: When Clint came home from the grocery store, he didn't expect to change the clothes he was wearing.
Chapter Eight: Clint's Costume
Natasha continues munching on the sugary cereal as she sits on the couch. She secretly likes the feeling of being relaxed, but will never tell Clint because that man can have an ego when being proven right. Scratch that, she liked the feeling of being relaxed knowing that in her bedroom was an archer putting on a stripper costume for her amusement.
"Why does this have so many buttons?!" Clint screams in frustration, bringing a bigger smile to Natasha's face.
"Just come out!" Natasha yells back. "And don't forget the hat!"
Hearing Clint groan means she's doing a good job as a friend for making him suffer.
Eventually Clint walks out, completely humiliated. Natasha almost spits out her mouthful of cereal. Clint is a grown man wearing a petite woman stripper nurse costume. Some parts of the outfit made him look great whereas others made him look like one of those strippers who tried to hard and never got paid for services.
"See, you look great in it!" Natasha exclaims.
"I know I look amazing," Clint says, suddenly a new person. "This dress does wonders for my butt. Just call me Nurse Hawkeye."
"That is the worst stripper name ever. No wonder no one pays you."
"Want a free trial?" Clint asks, putting too much effort into being seductive.
Natasha shakes her head, still grinning. Clint makes his way closer to her, knowing that she can't run away with a broken leg (also that she's eating his cereal). Natasha tries to get rid of Clint by flicking milky cereal (and the beloved marshmallows) at him with her spoon. Clint shrugs that as she slides over to her (if the dress tore, which it almost did) and he rubs her arms.
"I'm Nurse Hawkeye," Clint introduces, in a sexy whisper. "And I'm here to make all your pain go away."
Natasha blinks a few times. "I'd rather be in a coma than watch this."
"Believe me, Nat, you'll enjoy the show."
Natasha gives him a skeptical look, but he taps her nose as he backs away from her. He gives her a view of his butt (which did look smashing in that awful striptease outfit). Clint tries to shake his butt for her, but the dress wasn't letting him. Eventually, he turns around and begins to thrust his pelvis as he approaches her. Natasha continuously shakes her head the closer he gets. Once he's less than an inch away, she looks up uncomfortably whereas Clint has the time of his life. He puts the hat on her head and she doesn't even smile (though Clint believes different).
Natasha immediately regrets calling Tony and getting this outfit since the odds were not in her favor. Although after taking a look at the half-eaten bowl of cereal in her lap, maybe luck will be on her side. Natasha begins to boo Clint, jokingly, even though that encourages him to do more provocative moves in order to receive applause. When she chucks the remains of her cereal and milk at him.
The noise Clint makes once the food hit him was the mix of a pig's squeal, little girl shriek, and distressed bird call as he holds his rear end.
"Natasha!" He exclaims. "That's cold!"
"Clint, can you be a good nurse and clean up this mess?"
Clint looks at the floor and sees milk and cereal on it. He looks up at Natasha and succumbs to his want to help her so he walks into the kitchen to get a mop. An idea pops into his mind.
"Hey, Nat," Clint calls from the kitchen, spinning the mop on his fingertip. "Maybe I can swing around this mop as a part of Nurse Hawkeye's new routine."
With that, he heard something strange coming from Natasha. He heard her laughing and not those 'yea, sure' laughs, but the genuine, hearty laugh that only comes when something is beyond hilarious. Natasha rarely does that, but the longer Clint listens to it, he finds himself smiling as he tries to come up with ways to keep Natasha laughing like this for the next six to eight weeks.
Besides, laughter is the best medicine.
I didn't plan for this story to have a cute ending, but I'm proud of it. Thank you for everyone who has read this story or supported it in any way! And as always, I am open to writing a story that you want to see.
~ MysteryGal5
