Clintasha One Shots

I don't deserve any of this

Natasha's POV

I glance down at the ring on my finger again, maybe all of this is happening to quickly. Only last month Clint was kidnapped and taken from me, now we are engaged and letting our friends organise the wedding. I mean, Stark, organising a wedding, my wedding. I'm gonna die! I'm sitting down at the kitchen table flicking through a crappy wedding catalogue. I stop when Thor wonders in looking confused. "Pop tarts?" He questions me. "You ate them all." I say, Thor loves his pop tarts. "Oh, well, I'm hungry." He says to me, what am I meant to do about it? "I'll make you some toast." I mumble as I stroll over to the toaster, popping two slices of white bread into the gaps. He watchers wondrously as if I'm doing something incredibly complicated and intricate, I butter his toast. "This is literally cooked bread. You can put whatever you want on it like, fruit, jam, spread. I like bananas on mine but you can do what you want." I say, I walk out of the kitchen with breadcrumbs on my fingers. I swipe them off. I hear distant giggling coming from the living room. "Sssh Clint! Be quiet! You will ruin the fun!" I hear Tony whisper. Those two are always being complete idiots. "What do we do first?" Clint asks. "Steve." Tony replies. They walk towards the door and notice me staring at them rolling my eyes. "What?" Tony says. "Nothing." I lie. I walk away they are always playing tricks, but I have to admit, when they play them on Steve it's really funny. So I tag along, watching my future husband giggle like a twelve year old fangirl. We reach Steve's room, which is painted beige and has little going on in it. There is a record player on the table. He walks out of his bathroom, towel drying his hair. "Hello?" He asks, as if he is answering a phone. "Oh, hey Steve, I need your help with something down at the lab." Tony asks curiously. Steve nods and follows him, not asking questions. Whilst they are gone Clint opens up the record player and finds the box where the sound comes through, he blocks it up with what looks like slime. I look at him sheepishly. "The slime will gradually get heated up by the box, it will disintegrate, making the sound come on suddenly, and very loud." He answers my un-asked question. He shuts the record player and we leave the room. To me, it wasn't much of a trick. Once they put wasps in my shoes, curled Thor's hair (but he wanted them to) and unleashed The Hulk in the tower. 

It's Friday night which means Superhero Movie Night. Tonight we are watching the Wolverine Movie, we all sit down on the sofas wearing fake Wolverine Claws. I don't particularly like the X-men Films, but it was Tony's turn to pick. Pepper made us all nachos and pizza. I love Movie Night, it gives us all a chance to talk about the weeks events. "My mission went better than expected." Bruce begins, as a boring scene comes on. We all turn to look at him, interested to know. "I rescued some people, made me feel good about myself, for once." He says. I look at him, he looks so broken, and alone. "Some people in Moscow had heard of The Hulk, so were kind of ecstatic to see me." He finishes. Steve starts to talk. "I think I have met someone," He begins, talking as soon as Bruce finishes. "Her name is Trina, she's nice." He says to me directly, I smile, happy for his good luck. "I have been feeling queasy lately." Pepper says, Tony and Bruce look at her in concern. "You ok? Do you need me to take some tests?" Bruce says, no one can tell if he enjoys people being sick, he seems to love taking care of people. Soon the movie is over, and Tony and Clint look over excited. I had forgotten about the trick. The slime must have started to vanish now. I look over at the clock, it is 12:30 am, I need to sleep before I pass out. I head up to my bedroom and Pepper follows. "You sure you're ok?" I ask her, she is my friend I don't want her to be sick. "Sure..." She says clutching her stomach. Strange.

I have a shower, my red hair getting soaked. I get out and towel it dry, and change into a crop top and some shorts. I go into my room, Clint is sitting on the bed grinning at me. "Hi." I say as I crawl into the crisp duvet. "It will happen soon." He says, showing me a wide smile. We lye in bed waiting for the noise when it comes from Steve's room. A loud jazz number. He shouts "Son of a - CLINT TONY I SWEAR TO GOD I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU SLOWLY AND PAINFULLY!" He shouts. Clint giggles and I hear Tony cry with laughter from the room behind ours.