Avenger's fic: The Right Fit
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sgteam14283Title: The Right Fit
Characters/Pairing: Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov, Tony Stark (mention) Clint/Natasha
Rating: R
Warnings: Language (Clint has quite a mouth when he's angry)
Summary: Purple is not the color of a sniper.
Author's Notes: My first Avenger's fic! :D Takes place in the comic book 'verse and I got the idea after seeing Clint's original costume for the comic and then what Renner is going to be wearing in the upcoming movie. Also I know that Hawkeye is the bowman for the team but let's be honest, he's almost always the sniper. And snipers are cool.
“This is bullshit.”
Natasha looked up to see Clint holding purple fabric and looking really pissed off. Wondering what had gotten him in such a mood she asked, “What is?”
“This,” He said, pushing the fabric in front of him and scowling even deeper. “is my costume.”
Natasha looked at it again and could see that it was big enough for Clint to put on, with the image of the well toned man in front of her wearing the outfit while out with the Avengers forming in her mind and making her smile a little.
“It’s not funny.” Clint protested, seeing that Natasha was finding the whole thing amusing. “It’s fucking ridiculous and I don’t wear spandex; I’m not a part of the X-Men.”
“Well you do now. At least tell me that you don’t have to wear a huge mask.” Natasha said as she stood and walked closer to Clint.
Silence met her ears and she saw that Barton had turned a slight shade of red. “Oh Clint, really?” she asked, feeling the smile reappear on her face. Truth be told she did feel slightly sorry for the man, after all he was having a hard time adjusting to the fact that he was a part of a team now and that he didn’t have to rely on just himself anymore.
But seeing his displeasure at the uniform made that feeling go away.
“I fucking hate Tony Stark. He’s the one who came up with the fucking mask.” Clint said as he made a face at the uniform that was still in his hands. “I’m a sniper for christssake; I should be wearing something that’s black. Black blends in but you can spot fucking purple a mile away. Why can’t I wear something cool like Thor?”
Natasha just gave him a quick kiss while saying, “We all can’t be the God of Thunder darling.”
Clint just scowled, leaving the room while Natasha heard him mutter something about target practice with his new specialty arrows and the costume. As he disappeared around the corner Natasha couldn’t help but laugh a little, he'd learn soon enough that Tony Stark would not be denied anything that he found amusing.
Characters/Pairing: Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov, Tony Stark (mention) Clint/Natasha
Rating: R
Warnings: Language (Clint has quite a mouth when he's angry)
Summary: Purple is not the color of a sniper.
Author's Notes: My first Avenger's fic! :D Takes place in the comic book 'verse and I got the idea after seeing Clint's original costume for the comic and then what Renner is going to be wearing in the upcoming movie. Also I know that Hawkeye is the bowman for the team but let's be honest, he's almost always the sniper. And snipers are cool.
“This is bullshit.”
Natasha looked up to see Clint holding purple fabric and looking really pissed off. Wondering what had gotten him in such a mood she asked, “What is?”
“This,” He said, pushing the fabric in front of him and scowling even deeper. “is my costume.”
Natasha looked at it again and could see that it was big enough for Clint to put on, with the image of the well toned man in front of her wearing the outfit while out with the Avengers forming in her mind and making her smile a little.
“It’s not funny.” Clint protested, seeing that Natasha was finding the whole thing amusing. “It’s fucking ridiculous and I don’t wear spandex; I’m not a part of the X-Men.”
“Well you do now. At least tell me that you don’t have to wear a huge mask.” Natasha said as she stood and walked closer to Clint.
Silence met her ears and she saw that Barton had turned a slight shade of red. “Oh Clint, really?” she asked, feeling the smile reappear on her face. Truth be told she did feel slightly sorry for the man, after all he was having a hard time adjusting to the fact that he was a part of a team now and that he didn’t have to rely on just himself anymore.
But seeing his displeasure at the uniform made that feeling go away.
“I fucking hate Tony Stark. He’s the one who came up with the fucking mask.” Clint said as he made a face at the uniform that was still in his hands. “I’m a sniper for christssake; I should be wearing something that’s black. Black blends in but you can spot fucking purple a mile away. Why can’t I wear something cool like Thor?”
Natasha just gave him a quick kiss while saying, “We all can’t be the God of Thunder darling.”
Clint just scowled, leaving the room while Natasha heard him mutter something about target practice with his new specialty arrows and the costume. As he disappeared around the corner Natasha couldn’t help but laugh a little, he'd learn soon enough that Tony Stark would not be denied anything that he found amusing.
