fic: i only love that which they defend
title: i love only that which they defend
author: findthesea / andibeth82
word count: 45,743
rating: mature
pairing: clint barton/laura barton/natasha romanov, clint barton/laura barton, clint barton/natasha romanov, laura barton/natasha romanov
warnings: general warnings include descriptions/heavy talk of miscarriages, polyamory, panic-induced nightmares, references to post-traumatic stress, and brief mentions of parental deaths.
She finds that she laughs more with Natasha, almost as much as she does with Clint, but for different reasons. Clint had his huge heart and his stupid jokes and easygoing demeanor that Laura had always been attracted to, his perpetually messed up hair and klutzy manner that caused him to drop a slice of pizza on the floor or spill coffee on the couch -- all of the things that had made her fall in love with him in the first place. Natasha, for all that she was stoic and rigid and carved out of knives and battle scars, was warm in a way that Laura couldn’t quite describe, as if she was a perfect fit for the missing piece Laura had always been looking for in both a friend and a partner.
Read here on AO3.
author: findthesea / andibeth82
word count: 45,743
rating: mature
pairing: clint barton/laura barton/natasha romanov, clint barton/laura barton, clint barton/natasha romanov, laura barton/natasha romanov
warnings: general warnings include descriptions/heavy talk of miscarriages, polyamory, panic-induced nightmares, references to post-traumatic stress, and brief mentions of parental deaths.
She finds that she laughs more with Natasha, almost as much as she does with Clint, but for different reasons. Clint had his huge heart and his stupid jokes and easygoing demeanor that Laura had always been attracted to, his perpetually messed up hair and klutzy manner that caused him to drop a slice of pizza on the floor or spill coffee on the couch -- all of the things that had made her fall in love with him in the first place. Natasha, for all that she was stoic and rigid and carved out of knives and battle scars, was warm in a way that Laura couldn’t quite describe, as if she was a perfect fit for the missing piece Laura had always been looking for in both a friend and a partner.
Read here on AO3.