[fic] A Decent Proposal
Title: A Decent Proposal
Fandom: Avengers
Rating: PG
Warnings: Implied violence.
Pairings: Natasha & Clint, Sitwell/OFC
Word Count: 688
Summary: A prompt given to me by anuna-81 â clint and nat and marriage proposals.
Authorâs Note: Egads, more fluff. There must be something in my gatorade.
Itâs Natasha who starts it.
Clint doesnât know how she does it-the woman just has a sixth sense about these things sometimes, okay?-but within three months of working at SHIELD, sheâs not only figured out that Sitwell and Harmony Jones down in Accounting are dating, but that Sitwellâs ready to pop the question. When she brings it up to him one night while theyâre cleaning their weapons after a short op, Clint gives her a boggled stare.
âHow the hell do you know that?â
âI just do,â she says, and she gives him a smug look that makes him wrinkle his nose back at her. âHeâs going to ask her. Soon.â
âHe would have told me,â Clint says, stubbornness making him frown. Itâs not like he and Sitwell are close-close, but theyâre buddies. They share a beer and they mourn together over the Cubs. That seems like important news to share with your fellow broken-hearted Cubs fan. After all, if Sitwell ties the knot, there are going to be less games in the future. Having a wife keeps you busy.
Of course, having a full time job and a redheaded partner who likes to jump off of buildings without any assurance sheâs got anything soft to land on keeps you busy, too, but Clint ignores that.
âYou should offer to help him,â she says.
âHelp him with what?â
âHeâs going to want to make the proposal big and splashy, is he not? You Americans,â and the sneer is mostly mocking rather than serious, another sign of progress, âalways make a big deal out of these things.â
âI donât think heâll want my help.â
âOffer it anyway.â
So he does (over the next beer, in fact, because heâs half sure Natashaâs wrong) and Sitwell accepts (Natasha is never wrong), which is how Clint finds himself running all over Manhattan, bribing cab drivers, an ice cream vendor, a ticket scalper, and three street musicians two weeks later. He scrambles frantically to keep ahead of Harmony and Sitwell, to the point where he nearly loses the skin on his forearm because of a closing Subway door. Unfortunately, heâs not fast enough: the scavenger hunt Sitwellâs planned to impress Harmony doesnât take nearly as long as they had suspected it would, and Clintâs still in the back room of the deli lighting the candles when he hears the front doors open and Harmonyâs laugh spill inside. He dives for the kitchen and raps his elbow as he slams it into the swinging door between the kitchen and the backroom.
A hand slaps down on his mouth, muffling his curse. He almost fights it off, but he recognizes the scent of honeysuckle a second before he does.
Instead, he looks at his partner, wide-eyed. âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
âShh.â She elbows him to the side, peeking through the little slit between the door and the wall. âI want to see.â
âWant to see what,â Clint starts to say, but she elbows him again. Natasha has the sharpest elbows in all of SHIELD, dammit.
Heâs about to give her an aggrieved look, but Sitwell and Harmony come into the back room and Harmonyâs face just lights up when she sees all of the decorations that Clint has put up. It makes nearly getting bitten by the ice cream vendorâs dog almost worth it. Harmony sees the ring, and Clint canât help it: he gets a big, stupid grin on his face when he sees his buddy get down on one knee. Itâs an incredibly nice scene, and itâs so far removed from the day to day grind and sniper jobs that Clintâs suddenly glad he let Natasha strong-arm him into being a better friend.
Not that heâll ever tell her that, of course. Sheâs right about enough, it shouldnât go to her head.
When Harmony nods yes and kisses Sitwell, jubilantly, Natasha grabs Clintâs arm and pulls him back into the kitchen and through the back door. âThatâs my favorite part,â is all she says, and Clint takes advantage of her good mood to talk her into seeing a Mets game.
Fandom: Avengers
Rating: PG
Warnings: Implied violence.
Pairings: Natasha & Clint, Sitwell/OFC
Word Count: 688
Summary: A prompt given to me by anuna-81 â clint and nat and marriage proposals.
Authorâs Note: Egads, more fluff. There must be something in my gatorade.
Itâs Natasha who starts it.
Clint doesnât know how she does it-the woman just has a sixth sense about these things sometimes, okay?-but within three months of working at SHIELD, sheâs not only figured out that Sitwell and Harmony Jones down in Accounting are dating, but that Sitwellâs ready to pop the question. When she brings it up to him one night while theyâre cleaning their weapons after a short op, Clint gives her a boggled stare.
âHow the hell do you know that?â
âI just do,â she says, and she gives him a smug look that makes him wrinkle his nose back at her. âHeâs going to ask her. Soon.â
âHe would have told me,â Clint says, stubbornness making him frown. Itâs not like he and Sitwell are close-close, but theyâre buddies. They share a beer and they mourn together over the Cubs. That seems like important news to share with your fellow broken-hearted Cubs fan. After all, if Sitwell ties the knot, there are going to be less games in the future. Having a wife keeps you busy.
Of course, having a full time job and a redheaded partner who likes to jump off of buildings without any assurance sheâs got anything soft to land on keeps you busy, too, but Clint ignores that.
âYou should offer to help him,â she says.
âHelp him with what?â
âHeâs going to want to make the proposal big and splashy, is he not? You Americans,â and the sneer is mostly mocking rather than serious, another sign of progress, âalways make a big deal out of these things.â
âI donât think heâll want my help.â
âOffer it anyway.â
So he does (over the next beer, in fact, because heâs half sure Natashaâs wrong) and Sitwell accepts (Natasha is never wrong), which is how Clint finds himself running all over Manhattan, bribing cab drivers, an ice cream vendor, a ticket scalper, and three street musicians two weeks later. He scrambles frantically to keep ahead of Harmony and Sitwell, to the point where he nearly loses the skin on his forearm because of a closing Subway door. Unfortunately, heâs not fast enough: the scavenger hunt Sitwellâs planned to impress Harmony doesnât take nearly as long as they had suspected it would, and Clintâs still in the back room of the deli lighting the candles when he hears the front doors open and Harmonyâs laugh spill inside. He dives for the kitchen and raps his elbow as he slams it into the swinging door between the kitchen and the backroom.
A hand slaps down on his mouth, muffling his curse. He almost fights it off, but he recognizes the scent of honeysuckle a second before he does.
Instead, he looks at his partner, wide-eyed. âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
âShh.â She elbows him to the side, peeking through the little slit between the door and the wall. âI want to see.â
âWant to see what,â Clint starts to say, but she elbows him again. Natasha has the sharpest elbows in all of SHIELD, dammit.
Heâs about to give her an aggrieved look, but Sitwell and Harmony come into the back room and Harmonyâs face just lights up when she sees all of the decorations that Clint has put up. It makes nearly getting bitten by the ice cream vendorâs dog almost worth it. Harmony sees the ring, and Clint canât help it: he gets a big, stupid grin on his face when he sees his buddy get down on one knee. Itâs an incredibly nice scene, and itâs so far removed from the day to day grind and sniper jobs that Clintâs suddenly glad he let Natasha strong-arm him into being a better friend.
Not that heâll ever tell her that, of course. Sheâs right about enough, it shouldnât go to her head.
When Harmony nods yes and kisses Sitwell, jubilantly, Natasha grabs Clintâs arm and pulls him back into the kitchen and through the back door. âThatâs my favorite part,â is all she says, and Clint takes advantage of her good mood to talk her into seeing a Mets game.