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Laid Bare by Eiluned and Chez_Amanda (Explicit)
Fandom: THE AVENGERS (MOVIEVERSE)
Pairing: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov
Length: 19,594
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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contes_defee
Author Website:
Eiluned: AO3
Chez_Amanda: AO3
Why this must be read:
Laid Bare was one of the very first Clint/Natasha fics that I ran across, and was part of what got me well and truly into 'shipping them, both romantically and as partners. It's straight-up pre-Avengers mission-fic, and delves into the two of them navigating not only their undercover assignment, but also their relationship. Even though they're already a couple here, the sexual tension between the two of them is scorching, and underlies some solid characterization and character development.
Natasha was nowhere to be seen. Clint decided to take a seat at the bar where he could keep an eye on its elaborate, wrought iron staircase. If she was here, she certainly wasn't on the first floor. As he sipped the incredibly overpriced Irish whiskey, he was glad S.H.I.E.L.D. was taking care of the expenses though he knew there would be a few angry emails from Coulson once Accounting saw the bill. He continued scanning the room for Natasha's face. Places like this made him uncomfortable -- everyone looked a little too perfect to be believed, and the goddamn techno music was already giving him a headache. If he had a choice, Clint would much rather be drinking at some dive with 70s rock on the jukebox.
Something white caught his eye on the second floor balcony. He looked up and choked a little on his drink when he saw Natasha in a skimpy white dress leaning against the railing. She swayed her hips in time with the downtempo song that had started playing. The dress dipped so low in the front that he could see the pale skin of her stomach. This looked nothing like the Natasha he knew, but Clint wasn't complaining.
Their eyes met, and he could see the shock on Natasha's face as she stepped away from the railing. A moment later, she was coming down the staircase faster than he imagined anyone could move in those shoes. He quickly downed the rest of the whiskey because he knew he was going to need some liquid courage.
"Just what the hell are you doing here?" she hissed at him and dragged him over to the dark corner beside the bar, slamming him up against the wall with enough force to make his teeth click.
"Making sure you aren't dead. You haven't reported in in two weeks," he said, determinedly keeping his eyes on her face and not on her cleavage. "That isn't like you."
"Goddammit, I've been getting my in with the mark. You can't be here."
Natasha glanced over her shoulder and then back to Clint. From her expression, he knew she was rethinking her plans.
"Tash?"
The hard look in her eyes flickered for a moment at the nickname. "Follow me upstairs. I have an idea."
Not wanting to lose sight of her, Clint followed close behind Natasha as they made their way through the crowd and up to the second floor. She said something in Russian to the two large bouncers at the top of the stairs and they allowed the two of them to pass. Natasha found an empty private booth where she made him sit.
"Stay here until I come back and don't follow me. This guy isn't going to do anything stupid in the middle of a club," she told him.
Clint put his hands up defensively.
"I'm serious. Give me a half hour. He usually doesn't stay past midnight," she said and disappeared again.
Laid Bare AO3 or LJ
Author's Summary: Starting a relationship with your partner is against S.H.I.E.L.D. policy, but it's not like Clint Barton cares about the rules too much. An undercover mission dredges up feelings that can't be buried.
Pairing: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov
Length: 19,594
Author on LJ:
eiluned and contes_defeeAuthor Website:
Eiluned: AO3
Chez_Amanda: AO3
Why this must be read:
Laid Bare was one of the very first Clint/Natasha fics that I ran across, and was part of what got me well and truly into 'shipping them, both romantically and as partners. It's straight-up pre-Avengers mission-fic, and delves into the two of them navigating not only their undercover assignment, but also their relationship. Even though they're already a couple here, the sexual tension between the two of them is scorching, and underlies some solid characterization and character development.
Natasha was nowhere to be seen. Clint decided to take a seat at the bar where he could keep an eye on its elaborate, wrought iron staircase. If she was here, she certainly wasn't on the first floor. As he sipped the incredibly overpriced Irish whiskey, he was glad S.H.I.E.L.D. was taking care of the expenses though he knew there would be a few angry emails from Coulson once Accounting saw the bill. He continued scanning the room for Natasha's face. Places like this made him uncomfortable -- everyone looked a little too perfect to be believed, and the goddamn techno music was already giving him a headache. If he had a choice, Clint would much rather be drinking at some dive with 70s rock on the jukebox.
Something white caught his eye on the second floor balcony. He looked up and choked a little on his drink when he saw Natasha in a skimpy white dress leaning against the railing. She swayed her hips in time with the downtempo song that had started playing. The dress dipped so low in the front that he could see the pale skin of her stomach. This looked nothing like the Natasha he knew, but Clint wasn't complaining.
Their eyes met, and he could see the shock on Natasha's face as she stepped away from the railing. A moment later, she was coming down the staircase faster than he imagined anyone could move in those shoes. He quickly downed the rest of the whiskey because he knew he was going to need some liquid courage.
"Just what the hell are you doing here?" she hissed at him and dragged him over to the dark corner beside the bar, slamming him up against the wall with enough force to make his teeth click.
"Making sure you aren't dead. You haven't reported in in two weeks," he said, determinedly keeping his eyes on her face and not on her cleavage. "That isn't like you."
"Goddammit, I've been getting my in with the mark. You can't be here."
Natasha glanced over her shoulder and then back to Clint. From her expression, he knew she was rethinking her plans.
"Tash?"
The hard look in her eyes flickered for a moment at the nickname. "Follow me upstairs. I have an idea."
Not wanting to lose sight of her, Clint followed close behind Natasha as they made their way through the crowd and up to the second floor. She said something in Russian to the two large bouncers at the top of the stairs and they allowed the two of them to pass. Natasha found an empty private booth where she made him sit.
"Stay here until I come back and don't follow me. This guy isn't going to do anything stupid in the middle of a club," she told him.
Clint put his hands up defensively.
"I'm serious. Give me a half hour. He usually doesn't stay past midnight," she said and disappeared again.
Laid Bare AO3 or LJ
Author's Summary: Starting a relationship with your partner is against S.H.I.E.L.D. policy, but it's not like Clint Barton cares about the rules too much. An undercover mission dredges up feelings that can't be buried.