for the community: Merry Christmas, Natasha
A Gift From: mockingjay34
Type Of Gift: Fic
Title: Merry Christmas, Natasha
A Gift For: be_compromised community
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Summary/Prompt Used: Snapshots of Christmases with Clint and Natasha.
Author's Note: Just a fluffy little fic for be_compromised's Secret Santa Project 2014!! Enjoy!
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Clint and Natasha Barton are not your normal family by any stretch of the imagination. Trained to kill and track records to support the rumors, they are trained assassins, but also more than that. They are Avengers.
Or they were Avengers. That was what they referred to as "Before".
Now, when asked, Natasha likes to say she is a mother.
The world was in an era of peace when Clint finally proposed. It was a small ceremony in a park with only their closest friends present. Neither are into big and flashy. Intimate is their style.
It was a few years later when, on a Christmas Day, Clint and Natasha gave the news that they were expecting. That is what they refer to as "After".
And from there, the Barton family began. And, like in most families they had their holiday traditions. They did all the normal things like putting up decorations and a tree, making cookies and preparing for Santa. But every year on Christmas morning, after all of Santa's gifts have been discovered and Francis and Edith open the rest from their parents, Clint and Natasha bring out their over sized photo album and relive the "After".
They all sit on the couch together this year with the album spread between them. Their five-year-old son Francis sits in his fathers lap and looks at the pictures of younger versions of his parents.
Natasha holds three-year-old Edith and watches as her little girl reaches out to touch a photo.
"Mama!" The little yells out, tapping the picture excitedly.
Natasha leaned forward and inspected the photo as the memories washed over her in waves.
***
She remembered that day vividly. It was brutally cold outside and Natasha was bundled up on her couch in her temporary apartment. It was peaceful as she sipped her tea and read her book. It was Christmas Eve, years before her children were born, and she was perfectly content to spend the holidays alone.
That was until a loud, obnoxious knock sounded against the wood of her door.
Sighing, Natasha untangled herself and walked across the cool floor to open the door, revealing on overly cheery Clint Barton wearing a Santa hat.
"Yes Barton?"
"Smile Natasha! It's Christmas!"
Natasha sighed as she began walking back into her apartment, leaving the door open for Clint.
"Actually it's Christmas Eve. Which is why I'm sitting at home. Because, for the first time in years, I have Christmas off."
"That's why I'm here!" He exclaimed, happily letting himself in. "It's Christmas Eve, and we were both going to be alone."
"Sometimes alone is nice."
"Not on Christmas."
Natasha sat down on her couch while Clint stood by the entrance.
"Well," she said, turning around, "You're here now. I guess just come sit down."
He happily jumped over the back of the couch. Clint threw his arm around Natasha'a shoulders as he sank into her couch.
"Merry Christmas, Natasha."
***
It was a few years later after the Avengers defeated Loki's Chitari army. Clint and Natasha had long since been settled in their new home of Avengers tower. And currently Natasha was staring at a rather large Christmas tree sitting in the midst of her living room.
"Well, we best get started," Clint said opening a box of mini lights to string up on the tree.
Natasha slowly used a step stool and positioned an angel at the top of the tree. Suddenly, Clint grabbed her from behind and lifted her from her stool, dropping her into the couch, feathering kisses across her face.
It was slow going being as neither Clint nor Natasha had put up a tree in years and they both took their "breaks" for stolen kisses and old Christmas cartoons. After many dropped ornaments and falling pine needles later, the duo dropped onto the couch and admired their work.
"We did pretty good," Natasha whispered.
"I haven't had a tree in way too long," Clint responded.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Everything. For just being you. For making this happen. Giving me everything."
"It's all I want to do. Merry Christmas, Natasha," Clint said, glancing down at his mother's engagement ring resting on her finger.
***
It was the next year that Natasha gave the news that would change their lives.
She opened the box Clint had given her. Inside it held a gorgeous diamond tennis bracelet. He carefully slid it on her wrist and watched as she admired its beauty.
After opening the various other things they had gotten each other, Natasha handed Clint one final box. Nothing overly special. Rectangular wrapped in red paper with a little green bow tied around it.
Inside was what mattered. A little white stick with two pink lines.
"Merry Christmas, Clint," she whispered as he enveloped her in his arms and held on, pure joy coursing through his veins.
***
And so they sit together now in their shared apartment in Avenger's Tower.
Edith sat on the floor in Clint's lap while Francis rushed about the room playing with various toys he had opened earlier that morning. Clint was struggling with the box of a doll his little girl wanted open and Natasha watched, smiling at her perfect little family.
She never knew everything that she could. She never knew that an archer would walk into her life and turn it completely upside down, but for the better.
Clint and Natasha Barton are not your normal family by any stretch of the imagination. Trained to kill and track records to support the rumors, they are trained assassins, but also more than that. They were Avengers.
Now, when asked, Natasha likes to say she is a mother and a wife and domestic.
Clint looked over at Natasha with a look on his face that begged for help. Laughing a bit, his wife plopped down next him and opened the box with precision only a mother can have.
Clint leans over and places a tender kiss to Natasha's lips.
But, most importantly, she likes to say she's happy.
"Merry Christmas, Natasha."
Type Of Gift: Fic
Title: Merry Christmas, Natasha
A Gift For: be_compromised community
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Summary/Prompt Used: Snapshots of Christmases with Clint and Natasha.
Author's Note: Just a fluffy little fic for be_compromised's Secret Santa Project 2014!! Enjoy!
banner by frea_o
Clint and Natasha Barton are not your normal family by any stretch of the imagination. Trained to kill and track records to support the rumors, they are trained assassins, but also more than that. They are Avengers.
Or they were Avengers. That was what they referred to as "Before".
Now, when asked, Natasha likes to say she is a mother.
The world was in an era of peace when Clint finally proposed. It was a small ceremony in a park with only their closest friends present. Neither are into big and flashy. Intimate is their style.
It was a few years later when, on a Christmas Day, Clint and Natasha gave the news that they were expecting. That is what they refer to as "After".
And from there, the Barton family began. And, like in most families they had their holiday traditions. They did all the normal things like putting up decorations and a tree, making cookies and preparing for Santa. But every year on Christmas morning, after all of Santa's gifts have been discovered and Francis and Edith open the rest from their parents, Clint and Natasha bring out their over sized photo album and relive the "After".
They all sit on the couch together this year with the album spread between them. Their five-year-old son Francis sits in his fathers lap and looks at the pictures of younger versions of his parents.
Natasha holds three-year-old Edith and watches as her little girl reaches out to touch a photo.
"Mama!" The little yells out, tapping the picture excitedly.
Natasha leaned forward and inspected the photo as the memories washed over her in waves.
***
She remembered that day vividly. It was brutally cold outside and Natasha was bundled up on her couch in her temporary apartment. It was peaceful as she sipped her tea and read her book. It was Christmas Eve, years before her children were born, and she was perfectly content to spend the holidays alone.
That was until a loud, obnoxious knock sounded against the wood of her door.
Sighing, Natasha untangled herself and walked across the cool floor to open the door, revealing on overly cheery Clint Barton wearing a Santa hat.
"Yes Barton?"
"Smile Natasha! It's Christmas!"
Natasha sighed as she began walking back into her apartment, leaving the door open for Clint.
"Actually it's Christmas Eve. Which is why I'm sitting at home. Because, for the first time in years, I have Christmas off."
"That's why I'm here!" He exclaimed, happily letting himself in. "It's Christmas Eve, and we were both going to be alone."
"Sometimes alone is nice."
"Not on Christmas."
Natasha sat down on her couch while Clint stood by the entrance.
"Well," she said, turning around, "You're here now. I guess just come sit down."
He happily jumped over the back of the couch. Clint threw his arm around Natasha'a shoulders as he sank into her couch.
"Merry Christmas, Natasha."
***
It was a few years later after the Avengers defeated Loki's Chitari army. Clint and Natasha had long since been settled in their new home of Avengers tower. And currently Natasha was staring at a rather large Christmas tree sitting in the midst of her living room.
"Well, we best get started," Clint said opening a box of mini lights to string up on the tree.
Natasha slowly used a step stool and positioned an angel at the top of the tree. Suddenly, Clint grabbed her from behind and lifted her from her stool, dropping her into the couch, feathering kisses across her face.
It was slow going being as neither Clint nor Natasha had put up a tree in years and they both took their "breaks" for stolen kisses and old Christmas cartoons. After many dropped ornaments and falling pine needles later, the duo dropped onto the couch and admired their work.
"We did pretty good," Natasha whispered.
"I haven't had a tree in way too long," Clint responded.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Everything. For just being you. For making this happen. Giving me everything."
"It's all I want to do. Merry Christmas, Natasha," Clint said, glancing down at his mother's engagement ring resting on her finger.
***
It was the next year that Natasha gave the news that would change their lives.
She opened the box Clint had given her. Inside it held a gorgeous diamond tennis bracelet. He carefully slid it on her wrist and watched as she admired its beauty.
After opening the various other things they had gotten each other, Natasha handed Clint one final box. Nothing overly special. Rectangular wrapped in red paper with a little green bow tied around it.
Inside was what mattered. A little white stick with two pink lines.
"Merry Christmas, Clint," she whispered as he enveloped her in his arms and held on, pure joy coursing through his veins.
***
And so they sit together now in their shared apartment in Avenger's Tower.
Edith sat on the floor in Clint's lap while Francis rushed about the room playing with various toys he had opened earlier that morning. Clint was struggling with the box of a doll his little girl wanted open and Natasha watched, smiling at her perfect little family.
She never knew everything that she could. She never knew that an archer would walk into her life and turn it completely upside down, but for the better.
Clint and Natasha Barton are not your normal family by any stretch of the imagination. Trained to kill and track records to support the rumors, they are trained assassins, but also more than that. They were Avengers.
Now, when asked, Natasha likes to say she is a mother and a wife and domestic.
Clint looked over at Natasha with a look on his face that begged for help. Laughing a bit, his wife plopped down next him and opened the box with precision only a mother can have.
Clint leans over and places a tender kiss to Natasha's lips.
But, most importantly, she likes to say she's happy.
"Merry Christmas, Natasha."