~When she fell, when she jumped, when he let her go, it all fell apart.~ In a universe where Clint was never married and Natasha was his lover, he loses his mind and starts imagining her after she lets go and falls into the abyss for the soul stone. In this universe, Steve is gone but Tony is still alive and decides to suspend Clint from the Avengers, which only puts him into further traumatic distress, mental discordance, and disillusions. What will Clint do to get her back? and will he change the course of history to do so? Hey everyone! I'm really excited for this one, I absolutely looove Clintasha and I've been wanting to do this for a while now, I think I'll do more Clintasha stuff but I'm gonna start with this one. Please don't plagiarize, it's very much illegal and not cool, but always be inspired! Love you all, thanks so much for reading, please don't forget to vote and comment, tell me what you think!

Just a bunch of one shots about: -clintasha! -romanogers! And the team will be featured as well REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! *Disclaimer I don't own Marvel, or Marvel characters* Best ranking #2 in clintasha #28 in spy

Stark had no clue what he had ignited with his question. Natasha had no clue what she had set on fire when she answered. Clint had no clue, but he had a ready armful of kindling. Yet in the end it was S.H.I.E.L.D, who had nothing for them, that decided the young flame's survival. Predominantly Natasha's POV from IM2 to The Avengers. Disclaimer: I do not own Iron Man 2, Thor, or the Avengers, along with the characters, the quotes, and everything else associated with Marvel. Apologizing for any spelling/grammar mistakes beforehand. !! DISCLAIMER !! REPUBLISHED FROM FANFICTION.NET !! The original author can be found at gardencitymovements.tumblr.com ! If you want to pay compliments to her personally, please do so there! Also, I will start updating more regularly and often if this book starts gaining more traction. Thanks! ~ from the publisher/editor ^.^ Originally published: July 29, 2013 {Other stats from Fanfiction.net} Chapters: 31, Words: 94,068, Reviews: 124, Favs: 118, Follows: 183 (cover art by km-danva.tumblr.com)

Well I didn't tell anyone, but a bird flew by. Saw what I'd done. He set up a nest outside, and he sang about what I'd become. He sang so loud, sang so clear. I was afraid all the neighbours would hear, So I invited him in, just to reason with him. I promised I wouldn't do it again. Prologue "A gift?" It was a foreign concept; she did not have possessions, let alone anyone to give them to her. "To teach you responsibility," her tutor had told her. The tiny bird was a brilliant color, it's trill sweet and melodic, and in the stark steel-and-concrete industrial environment it stood out sharply, another jewel in the heart of Russia. She named it Opal. Opal's sweet voice sang whenever she was around. In the morning she would wake up to its sweet voice and at night it would sing her a lullaby. She fed it from the palm of her hand; she cared for it with all her heart. It was the 1 piece of happiness she had. And over the course of the year, the flash of turquoise in the corner was the one thing she'd had to herself since she'd been brought here. It was the color of the sky as she imagined it — the younger recruits so rarely saw the actual sky — but it didn't matter because she owned it. She had the whole sky in a cage in her quarters. And it sang for her. Then one day her tutor walked in, picked up the bird, and snapped his neck. He waited for her to react; only she didn't. She let nothing slip. It was a test, it was always a test, and she never failed. She kept a blank face and looked her tutor in the eye, not a tear in sight. She felt cold, empty, nothing. "You've done well" That night, there was no song to sing her to sleep. And for a while, Natasha Romanoff forgot the color of the sky. A/N: Based off a drabble found on tumblr. Unfortunatly I lost the post but if you know the URL of the person who wrote this drabble please msg me I'd be more than happy to credit them

Natasha is one of New York City's finest, having solved some of the toughest cases with the rest of her team, and they now face a new opponent, one who leaves only death and dark purple arrows in his wake. But this vigilante seems to be leaving the 12th precinct a message, and it's up to these detectives to decipher it before it's too late. Avengers AU- Clintasha, with moderately large hints of Fosterson, Darcy/Ian, and undecided pairings

They are the best at what they're doing. But what they do isn't necessarily good. They are excellent. They are intelligent. They are dangerous. And they are absolutely deadly. --- --- --- Black Widow and Hawkeye are the most feared assassins in the world. But they are more than just killers. They are cunning masterminds and now they have set their eyes on something BIG. And what they want, they get. Even if it sounds as ridiculous and cliché as world domination. --- --- --- 》Soon meticulous planning would pay out in their favor and they would take SHIELD down. And he would be there to watch.《 --- --- --- Updates every Saturday

Clint has a feeling that something in his life is missing, and he tries to put the pieces together to find out what.. or who... it is.

Several one shots in every context that cosses my mind. Sometimes with the other Avengers. Feel free to suggest a theme.

Natasha Romanov is a student at the Red Room Academy. One night her and her friends discover a loose floorboard that leads to a secret tunnel. For three nights, she sneaks out. That's where Clint Barton comes in.

Need some Clintasha? You've come to the right place. (random Clintasha one-shots based on the senses) [ cover made by @persephonee- ] -- Budapest was afterwards. Budapest was sitting in a shitty diner eating fatty cheese fries. Budapest was cheese fries “taking years off my life” and the way he grinned in response. Budapest was cuts and bruises and fun. -- “I don’t see why they sit on the same side, if I was dating, I’d sit across— that way I could see them better when carrying on a conversation,” she said. “It’s because couples like to grope each other,” he replied. -- Clint never thought he’d be making out in a closet like a teenager with anyone, least of all the ice-cold great assassin. -- Another crash of thunder broke the silence, and he instinctively grabbed hold of her. Realizing it was just thunder, he let go. “Thought it was an explosion for a minute,” he whispered.