Title: Not an addict
Author: Sofia B.
Category: Avengers
Pairing: Natasha & Clint
Rating: T to M (drug use and sexual situations)
Summary: Thought the battle is over, not even Clint in bed with her can make her feel better.
Note: Based on a song by K's Choice. Emotional and full of anguish.
Extra Note: I appreciate the all people that have added this story to their alerts, but please also review the story. Frustration is growing at the lack of response.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nada, zilch.
"Tony, can you lay off annoying Tasha please? It's starting to affect my sex life."
Tony sputtered into his cereal bowl at the statement that had infiltrated the kitchen.
He looked like he was running on 2 hours of sleep, which wouldn't be overly surprising, and his rustled brown hair did nothing to hide the surprise in his eyes, nor did his apparent hangover.
"Huh, come again?" he managed to squeak.
Clint, who made a beeline for the coffee machine, poured himself a cup of Joe before turning and leaning against the counter and greeting all others in the kitchen.
"Tasha snapped at me earlier and said you've been annoying her. Knock it off will ya," the archer replied. He was unmoved by the clueless look on the billionaire's face.
"How the hell am I annoying her?" Tony exclaimed, scratching the back of his head a bit.
"I think the better question is, how do you not?" Steve piped in, to which Tony gave him the finger. Steve seemed offended by the gesture, but still chuckled into his own plate of breakfast.
"Eat shit and die," Tony barked back at the captain. Thor seemed confused by the the statement.
"Why would Steven eat bodily soil? Aren't you humans of the belief that you are what you eat?" The blond God asked. Even Bruce who always sat at the end of the table with his newspaper, chuckled at the question.
"That's strange. I don't remember eating a sexy beast this morning with a side of awesomeness," Tony stated, his signature smirk on his features.
"Really, we have billshnipe here? Why was I not informed?" Thor replied, sheer excitement in his eyes. Seriously, what kind of IQ did they have up in Asgard?
"ANYWAY!" Clint interjected, "Can you keep away from her please? I'd like to continue having sex with all my limbs in tact."
Tony, judging by his facial expression, was still utterly confused by this. To his own credit, he had been extremely nice, in his own way of course, to everybody in the tower. Now wether that was out of his own choice, or Pepper's orders remains to be seen. With all the effort he had been putting into being not "Tony" he was insulted by the response his hard work was getting.
"You still haven't explained how I am supposedly annoying the crazy hoot," Tony defended, starting to seem annoyed himself at the accusation. Clint gave him a warning look at the term Tony used to describe Natasha.
"She said you were annoying her with the usual bullshit," Clint answered.
"Which is what, BREATHING?" Tony burst out, now actually starting to get angry. He growled and took another spoonful of cereal to his mouth.
"Don't get your panties tied up in a bunch, just leave her alone," Clint sighed, not really wanting to go into discussion about it. He knew that Natasha would get out of the shower soon, and he was in no mood to stop world war 3 in The Avengers Tower because Natasha got upset about them talking about her behind her back. Natasha wasn't the most patient person in the Tower and her fuse was far too short lately and nobody really had any desire to light any kind of fire under her ass.
"For the record bird brain, I haven't so much as looked at her for more than 2 seconds at a time since she came back and at most I've exchanged 10 words with her. I like the idea of keeping my other ear!" Tony stated. He pushed himself off the bar stool and headed towards his lab.
"And on another note," Tony said, turning on his heel to face to others once more, "I don't appreciate being blamed for you not getting any nookie. That is just sheer disrespect in MY house." With that he stomped his way back towards his lab.
Steve, Thor, Bruce and Clint where all left in the kitchen, somewhat shocked at Tony's reaction. Sure, Tony was usually the root of their problems, but he usually took pride in that and took every opportunity he could to shove it in their faces. Why wasn't he doing it now? Clint particularly took his words in much longer. Why would Natasha say that Tony was annoying her if in fact, he wasn't?
A familiar feeling was crawling up his spine, and he DID NOT like it one bit.
"Morning boys," Natasha greeted. Wearing a pair of jeans and a hoody, her hair was pinned up in wet curls. She graciously accepted the cup of coffee that Clint extended to her and rewarded him with a kiss on his lips.
"Where's your ringleader?" Natasha asked, pointing to Tony's abandoned bowl of cereal. Steve and Bruce shrugged, not wanting drama at 7 am. Both of them were still trying to properly wake up.
"The man of Iron has left the room so that his metabolizing of oxygen and expelling of carbon dioxide does not offend you as it has lately," Thor answered, a smile on his face between a pop tart. Bruce and Steve hid behind their reading material, not wanting to be the one that needed to explain to the explosive Russian what Thor meant. Honestly, somebody needs to shove that damn hammer down his throat to shut him up.
"He's in sleep, caffeine and sex deprived mode. Pepper is still away on business," Clint offered, relieved that she chuckled at the comment.
There was some aimless chit chat between the lot of them for the remainder of breakfast before they all scrambled about into their own directions. Bruce had rejoined Tony, who had barricaded himself in the lab. Steve decided to take Thor to the zoo to prove that there were no billshnipe on Earth. Clint and Natasha had retreated back to their own floor.
As Clint lay on the bed, aimlessly flipping through the channels, Tony's words penetrated his mind. Was Tony really staying out of Natasha's way? Truth be told, since Natasha returned, he had never really seen Tony and Natasha interact. Other than them being in the same room for dinner or a movie, they didn't exactly talk. Tony was working on something so intense and important in the lab that he really was too preoccupied to annoy anybody.
So why would Natasha say that he was? Was something else annoying her? Was she still stressed out? Or maybe, she was just lying to him.
She lied to him before, and he didn't like it one bit.
"Hey, I'm going shopping. Do you need anything?"
The question pulled him out of his daydreaming. Coming to his senses, he saw Natasha standing in front of him, a smile on her face. That smile was intoxicating.
"No, I'm good," he said. Natasha leaned down and planted a sweet kiss on his lips that sent shivers down his spine.
"And when I get back," the words whispered against his lips were causing an erection to form, "I want you naked and on top of me." She ended her request with a searing kiss and a firm cupping of his genitals over his jeans. He groaned into her mouth, and turned it into a whimper when she let go.
"I'll be back soon baby," she promised.
As she left the room, Clint groaned into his pillow.
He really hoped she wasn't lying to him.
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