one-shot collection [multi-fandom]

Final Countdown || Clintasha

2:00

When the timer started, the two trained assassins were so neck-deep in incapacitating those around them that they didn't notice the near-silent ticking.

1:50

It was Clint who noticed the flashing of the countdown first, and Natasha was notified through Clint's swearing.

1:40

The last of the henchmen were down and the two spies wasted no time rushing over to the bomb to try and figure out how to turn the damned thing off.

1:30

Remaining calm, cool, and collected, - or so she liked to believe - Natasha finally pried off the hard casing to expose all the wires behind the face.

1:20

She had no idea. Breaking every bone in a man's body without killing him? Sure, no problem. Disarming a bomb? Not so much.

1:10

Nudging her out of the way Clint tried to get a closer look. Couldn't be too hard right? He'd seen it done before in movies.

0:30

Not the red wire. Oops.

0:25

Cringing away, Clint grabbed Nat and pulled her away from the bomb, clearly they didn't have a chance of disarming it and instead chose to run and hide. With dignity of course.

0:20

Natasha knew that they wouldn't be able to make it to the clear zone in time and instead ground to a half, swinging Clint around to face her.

0:15

Questions bubbling to his lips, Clint frantically glanced around, confused by the sudden stop before his gaze finally met that of Natasha's, and he froze.

0:10

Frantically, they met in an explosion of lips, teeth, and saliva, grace or romanticism being the furthest thing from their minds.

0:05

Pulling away, they kept their foreheads pressed together, eyes squeezed shut, ready to embrace the fiery death together.

A heart beat passed.

Nothing.

"It was the blue wire."

Coulson's voice startled the two of them out of their embrace as they glanced at the timer on the now deactivated bomb.

0:01.