here we go :) enjoy!
Prompt from ferggirl99
Ooh, fun idea. Love the participation! Also, great creativity with the first prompt. Here's one:
"Natasha," his eyes widened almost comically, "just walk away. Stand down. You don't have to do this."
"Now why do I feel like you're trying to convince yourself, Barton?" she asked, advancing on him with a rare and wicked smile.
Chapter 2 (part 1)
Amongst the Avengers, there was a certain protocol for pranking and such.
One could not prank a teammate within a week of a mission, nor could they prank them a week after their return (for they usually came back in much worse condition then when they left.)
They learned this after one particularly funny and almost disastrous mission that could have very easily went wrong, if not for the skill of the two master assassins.
Luck was also a contributing factor, though Clint would never admit it.
That day had started simply enough—as the Avengers found the last of their numbers moving into Stark Tower. Clint, who was the last to finally abandon his cramped apartment and join the rest of the team, finally gave into Pepper and her constant questioning. He received his own floor (the one he claimed to have best view, other than the roof of course) and settled in quickly.
It was later that afternoon that things became hectic.
"Give me the damn key!" She yells after Tony, who is smart enough to retreat. "Before I tear your damn face off!"
The two spies were connected by a pair of handcuffs, and Clint was scared that Nat would tear his arm off just to not be stuck with him all day.
"What? Don't you like Hawky?" Tony asks, still giggling maniacally. "It's his fault for calling my handcuffs naughty boy toys."
Natasha whirls to face Clint, who does his best to look innocent, whistling like he didn't hear a word. She glares at him.
"Hey, I was just kidding!" He protests, putting his hands up in surrender. This consequently pulled up Natasha's hand with his, which seemed to make her more upset. "He overreacted." Clint squeaks out, hoping she would go after Tony and not him
She lets out a frustrated sigh. If she knocked him unconscious she'd be stuck with his dead weight all day. Natasha decides to be rational about the situation. "We have a mission tomorrow, Clint. We have to get the key."
"I know, I know…" He mutters. Clint fakes a hurt expression. "I can't really be that bad, can I?"
Natasha doesn't answer right away, and he pouts like a five year old. It's so cute; Nat can feel her stomach do a flip. She curses herself for being pulled in by his antics.
"I knew it, you hate me!" He says dramatically.
She doubles the strength of her glare. "Either way, if we can't get these stupid things off by the end of the night, Fury is going to kill us all."
Natasha walks forward, tugging on the manacles as a way to get Clint to move with her.
He groans and follows after, lagging just to be difficult.
She looks at the clock above the television and frowns. It was already five o'clock, and they had to somehow convince Tony to take the damn things off before the morning.
He refuses.
"Not until you give me a good reason!" He says stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"We have a mission tomorrow, Stark!" Natasha spits out angrily. "We can't go like this!" She tugs on the manacles harshly, and Clint holds back a sound of pain. She seemed to be enjoying making him suffer, that was certain. She yanked on his wrist ever time she got the chance.
"Oh, okay." Tony frowns. That was actually a rather good reason, he had to admit. "But…"
"But, what?" Clint wails. "She's killing me here man!"
"I…didn't make a key…"
Now it's Clint's turn to be enraged. "You made indestructible handcuffs, without a freaking key?!"
"They were prototypes!" Tony says, as if that would explain everything. "I didn't think I would need the key right away."
"How long will it take you to make one?"
"A few hours… at the least… I made it a very hard lock to pick too, so people like you couldn't shanghai your way out." He smirks.
"It takes you a few hours to make a key?" Clint says in disbelief.
"Well, it would normally only take around twenty minutes, but I believe there's a My Little Pony marathon on tonight, sooo…"
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Natasha would have threatened to kill Stark, but it would be no use. If they killed him now, how would they ever get the damn cuffs off?
By nine o'clock, the marathon had ended, and Tony finally set off to work on the key, much to everyone's approval.
The entire tower full of people was probably glad.
The constant bickering between Clint and Nat seemed to be getting on the nerves of all the occupants.
He had told them the key would be finished by morning, and that they best try and get some sleep in preparation for the day ahead of them tomorrow.
If looks could kill, Tony would be a smoldering pile of carbon.
Clint gets the feeling he would be in the same state as well, as she glares at him while he struggles to change his shirt for bed.
Natasha stands there impatiently as he twists and turns in a sorry attempt to free himself of the gray tee.
When he finally wriggles out of it, he finds that he can't get it off with his hand trapped by the handcuffs, and he gives up, sighing.
Then Natasha saws through the fabric with a knife, effectively fixing the problem and ruining his shirt.
"Hey," He whines, "I liked that shirt!"
"Too bad." She replies evenly.
It was an awkward night.
Natasha had shoved two large fluffy pillows between them on the large, despite the history they over the years of being crammed into small spaces and sharing hotel rooms, and acting as if they were married.
As long as Clint wasn't going to try something, she didn't care how loud he snored half the time. But if he did try something, she's not sure how she would be able to keep herself in line. The pillows were more for his protection than they were for her.
After maybe an hour of sitting awake, staring at the ceiling, Tasha hears Clint mumbling something that sounded very much like her name in his sleep.
It was very distracting. She would never be able to fall asleep with him moaning and muttering all night.
"Taaaaasha…" He half yells.
"Shuddup." Tasha replies, disgruntled.
He keeps talking incoherently for nearly half an hour, to the point where Nat starts getting angry and whips a pillow around and hits him in the face with it.
Clint jerks awake, flailing to sit upright. The pillow slides down his face and falls in his lap and he glances at Natasha questioningly. "What was that for?"
"Just be quiet." Tasha moans.
He settles back down, still frowning.
"Next time I'll smother you with a pillow instead of hitting you with one." She informs him.
Clint is completely silent the rest of the night.
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"Okay, here's the dealio!" Stark says, waving the tiny metal key on a loop around his finger. "I finished the key, as you can tell."
Clint reaches out to grab it, but Tony pulls it back out of reach. "I have an idea—well a dare really—but I'm afraid you two and much too chicken to go with it."
"Just give us the damn key." Natasha hisses, snatching the key and working the lock.
"No, no. Hear me out!" Tony grins. "If you and Birdbrain here can go the entire mission handcuffed together and come back alive, I will deactivate all the camera's in both of your rooms, and limit myself to one hundred words a day."
Natasha freezes.
That was a very tempting offer.
"Natasha,"Clint's eyes widened almost comically. "Just walk away. Stand down. You don't have to do this."
"Now why do I feel like you're trying to convince yourself, Barton?" she asked, advancing on him with a rare and wicked smile.
"We're in." Nat says, grinning like a fox.
okay, don't kill me but i decided i wanted to break this one down into two parts XD When I first got the idea i was like "oh yeah, this'll be a short one"
WRONG. The continuation of this will be just as long as this chapter was, and since i wanted to keep this rather oneshotty, i didn't want to make this one six pages, and the rest three. XD
thing is with these prompts you guys give me, they are just all so much fun to play with! (I haven't gotten a single bad suggestion yet btw, which makes me very happy!) I like to try and come up with something that isn't predictable, or something the one giving the idea wouldn't suspect ;)
so, hopefully, you weren't expecting this.
I realize Nat might be a bit OOC in this chapter, but i think in this circumstance (where Tony is egging them on and acting like he rules the world) she would act this way and accept the challenge.
Because we all know we love Clint and Natasha being stuck handcuffed together.
Love,
gilraenstar :3
P.S. READ THIS QUICK! feel free to leave more suggestions! And to be fair I will be picking another prompt to go with the next chapter as well, but it'll keep running with this little plotline. does that make sense? okay not really, but just leave some prompts! It's very much appreciated, and i do consider each and every one before picking!