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$10 Says You're Wrong (from the "All Bets are Off" series) by BeBunny (Explicit)
Fandom: THE AVENGERS (MOVIEVERSE)
Pairing: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov
Length: 5130
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bebunny
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read:
This fic is both a very hot and a little bit sweet (not cloyingly so) look at the ever-popular theme of Steve trying to adjust to life (and intimacy) in the 21st century. I love it because it highlights the established relationship between Clint and Natasha and how well they're in sync with one another, and deals with Steve's uncertainties about sex in the modern world rather than just painting him as prudish and disapproving. The movie-verse Steve Rogers is still young, still awkward around women in regards to dating, and now has to deal with being a world-wide celebrity and superhero on top of that. Asbebunny says in the fic "performance anxiety doesn't begin to cover it". On the flipside, Clint and Natasha are shown as down to earth and forthright about their sexuality, and perfectly willing to share that with Steve in order to help him out.
It's the first part of a longer series that continues to show how their relationship develops and grows, and all the stories in it are worth a read.
“Porn’s an industry.” Clint says bluntly. “No one watches it expecting it to be real or classy, although that stuff does exist, I could..”
“It was just a shock,” Steve says before Clint can offer to share his no doubt impressive collection, “I didn't want,” Shit, is he really going to confess to this. “I didn't want the first time I saw a woman…” He’s not really sure if he can finish that sentence. He lets his head drop into his hands. “Aww hell, just forget it.”
“Cap…” Natasha sounds hesitant, which is a first. Steve raises his eyes to meet hers. “Are you a virgin?”
Fuck.
His shoulders slump and he doesn't even need to answer. Clint offers him a spring roll though, rather than react. He takes one, just to show his appreciation. “I was waiting for the right partner.” He says, “I never did get to try fondue.” He smiles wryly at their blank faces, and shrugs it off, a conversation left lifetimes behind.
“Women can’t be that different now.” Clint suggests, “You could go on a few dates, see what happens?”
“The hell they aren't!” Steve says with more heat than he had intended. He avoids Natasha’s gaze and apologises, trying to reach some kind of epiphany. It doesn’t come. “You took a dame out and treated her right and if things went well then,” He clicks his tongue. “Women are far more aggressive now.” He pauses, remembering Peggy’s fist meeting a cocky jaw and smiles. “Well, mostly. They know what they want.”
“And you’re famous.” Natasha says quietly. A weight lifts from Steve, she gets it, she understands. Integrity, intimacy and trust, a whole mess of issues that Steve can’t even begin to unravel in just two words. You’re famous. Performance anxiety doesn't even begin to cover it.
“You need to watch pros at work.” Clint says pointing a chopstick in his direction to punctuate his point without taking his focus off his egg foo yung.
“Watching that stuff won’t clue me in on anything I don’t already know.” Steve says, he’s shocked at how tired his voice sounds, he hadn't realised this was getting to him so much.
“I’m not talking about porn Steve.” Clint replies, and Steve is uncomfortably aware he’s now fixed under one of the sharpest gazes in the world. He breaks eye contact first.
“Prostitution isn't an option either thanks.” He says, a little too bitterly and tries not to notice the silent conversation going on between Clint and Natasha. Even without paying for sex, if they’re scheming to set him up with some agent he barely knows, he’s not interested in pity dates, he screws his hand up into a fist and scowls.
Natasha’s at his side in an instant, gentle fingers brushing crumbs from his chest and smoothing away the tension in his shoulders, his temples. “Then watch us.” She says, her breath warm in his ear.
$10 Says You're Wrong
Author's Summary: When Tony plays a prank on Steve it's only meant to get a rise out of him, however it only serves to throw into light just how out of place Steve feels. Natasha is the one to see it for what it really is, but is there anything she and Clint can do to help?
Pairing: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov
Length: 5130
Author on LJ:
bebunnyAuthor Website: AO3
Why this must be read:
This fic is both a very hot and a little bit sweet (not cloyingly so) look at the ever-popular theme of Steve trying to adjust to life (and intimacy) in the 21st century. I love it because it highlights the established relationship between Clint and Natasha and how well they're in sync with one another, and deals with Steve's uncertainties about sex in the modern world rather than just painting him as prudish and disapproving. The movie-verse Steve Rogers is still young, still awkward around women in regards to dating, and now has to deal with being a world-wide celebrity and superhero on top of that. As
bebunny says in the fic "performance anxiety doesn't begin to cover it". On the flipside, Clint and Natasha are shown as down to earth and forthright about their sexuality, and perfectly willing to share that with Steve in order to help him out.It's the first part of a longer series that continues to show how their relationship develops and grows, and all the stories in it are worth a read.
“Porn’s an industry.” Clint says bluntly. “No one watches it expecting it to be real or classy, although that stuff does exist, I could..”
“It was just a shock,” Steve says before Clint can offer to share his no doubt impressive collection, “I didn't want,” Shit, is he really going to confess to this. “I didn't want the first time I saw a woman…” He’s not really sure if he can finish that sentence. He lets his head drop into his hands. “Aww hell, just forget it.”
“Cap…” Natasha sounds hesitant, which is a first. Steve raises his eyes to meet hers. “Are you a virgin?”
Fuck.
His shoulders slump and he doesn't even need to answer. Clint offers him a spring roll though, rather than react. He takes one, just to show his appreciation. “I was waiting for the right partner.” He says, “I never did get to try fondue.” He smiles wryly at their blank faces, and shrugs it off, a conversation left lifetimes behind.
“Women can’t be that different now.” Clint suggests, “You could go on a few dates, see what happens?”
“The hell they aren't!” Steve says with more heat than he had intended. He avoids Natasha’s gaze and apologises, trying to reach some kind of epiphany. It doesn’t come. “You took a dame out and treated her right and if things went well then,” He clicks his tongue. “Women are far more aggressive now.” He pauses, remembering Peggy’s fist meeting a cocky jaw and smiles. “Well, mostly. They know what they want.”
“And you’re famous.” Natasha says quietly. A weight lifts from Steve, she gets it, she understands. Integrity, intimacy and trust, a whole mess of issues that Steve can’t even begin to unravel in just two words. You’re famous. Performance anxiety doesn't even begin to cover it.
“You need to watch pros at work.” Clint says pointing a chopstick in his direction to punctuate his point without taking his focus off his egg foo yung.
“Watching that stuff won’t clue me in on anything I don’t already know.” Steve says, he’s shocked at how tired his voice sounds, he hadn't realised this was getting to him so much.
“I’m not talking about porn Steve.” Clint replies, and Steve is uncomfortably aware he’s now fixed under one of the sharpest gazes in the world. He breaks eye contact first.
“Prostitution isn't an option either thanks.” He says, a little too bitterly and tries not to notice the silent conversation going on between Clint and Natasha. Even without paying for sex, if they’re scheming to set him up with some agent he barely knows, he’s not interested in pity dates, he screws his hand up into a fist and scowls.
Natasha’s at his side in an instant, gentle fingers brushing crumbs from his chest and smoothing away the tension in his shoulders, his temples. “Then watch us.” She says, her breath warm in his ear.
$10 Says You're Wrong
Author's Summary: When Tony plays a prank on Steve it's only meant to get a rise out of him, however it only serves to throw into light just how out of place Steve feels. Natasha is the one to see it for what it really is, but is there anything she and Clint can do to help?