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Intimität: "Es ist nicht so, als ob ich dich vermisse..." (für mich)
Team: Novalis
Fandom: The Avengers
Charaktere: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton
Challenge: Intimität: "Es ist nicht so, als ob ich dich vermisse - aber die konstante Abwesenheit deiner Person bereitet mir Bauchschmerzen."
Wörter: ~1100
Warnungen: Es ist komplett random - aber hey, Endkampf. Ich habs grade völlig aufgegeben nach Qualität zu suchen. XD also lediglich ein Snippet.
Vorwort: Uhm ja - das ist ein bisschen AU, weil ich es immer irgendwie komisch fand, dass Steve (der ja die ganze Zeit im SHIELD Hauptquartier saß) Natasha und Clint noch NICHT kennengelernt hat, bevor der Film anfängt. Deswegen - uhm passiert das hier. Am im wesentlichen schreib ich gerne über Steve's Gefühle. Whoops?
The thing is…it’s all so confusing.
Steve is dead.
Except he isn’t. Not anymore. But he had felt… he had assumed he was dead; as far as it’s possible to assume anything when you’re, well, dead. He had died to save everybody else. That’s the last thing he remembers.
But now he’s alive and everybody else is dead.
That wasn’t the plan. That wasn’t what he wanted, not at all.
Steve is supposed to be a hero. At least that what everybody keeps telling him. Except he isn’t. He’s just a soldier with a really cool shield.
But there are posters of him and his name gets mentioned in history books, a thought that makes his brain hurt, because it’s so bizarre to be part of history when you are alive and when you are right here. Right now.
So everything is kind of fucked up.
But he’s still a soldier and he survived a world war and a plane crash and losing his best friend, because that’s what soldiers do. They soldier on. That’s how he gets through the first few awful days in the S.H.I.E.L.D. main quarters.
It gets easier when Clint and Natasha show up.
The only people he gets to meet during the first few days are agents. They all wear impeccable black suits and the same facial expression of patient politeness calmness. It’s slightly unnerving. They try to tell him about things like iphones and computers and people walking around on the moon and everything else that seemingly happened in the last seventy years.
Seventy years.
Jesus Christ.
He can’t think about it. Not now. If he thinks about it, he’s going to go crazy.
So he doesn’t. It’s not easy with all the people in black suits trying to talk to him about exactly that.
Neither Clint nor Natasha ever tries to talk to him about that.
But they aren’t agents. That’s the first thing in Steve’s mind when he meets them for the first time. They’re not agents. They’re soldiers just like him.
It’s Agent Coulson who introduces them, which makes him a lot nicer in Steve’s book than all the other suits he has met so far.
Somebody coughs from behind him. Steve stops pummeling the punching bag and waits.
“If I may interrupt you”, Coulson says politely. “I’d like to introduce you to somebody. These are Agent Barton and Agent Romanoff. I believe you will find it…refreshing to talk to them for a chance.”
“Refreshing?” a male voice states. “You know, you’ve never told me you find me ‘refreshing’, Coulson. I don’t know what to think about that.”
“I’m pretty sure you have been called worse.” It’s a woman. She makes a sound that is half amused and half offended and this is when Steve turns around.
He blinks.
“I didn’t know we were here to talk”, she says and eyes Steve contemplatively and for a second Steve thinks his jaw is about to drop.
He has never before seen a woman wearing such tight clothes.
Of course there have been female agents wearing pencil skirts or suits who have talked to him. But she, whoever she is, doesn’t wear a pencil skirt or a suit. She wears black tight leather that looks as if somebody painted it on her body.
“Ma’am”, he clears his throat and desperately looks her in the eyes.
“Natasha”, she says the same time as the guy says: “’Just call her ‘Tasha”.
She raises an eyebrow that’s as flamingly red as her long hair. “You don’t get to decide my nicknames, Clint.”
“Oh yeah? You called me ‘Birdie’ once. I can call you everything I want.”
“We’ll see about that.” Facing Steve again she nods her head in greeting: “Natasha Romanoff. Just don’t call me Ginger and we’re good.”
“Absolutely. I would never… of course not.” Steve nods, still not sure what to make of her. Or where to look.
“Hawkeye”, the guys says. Coulson shoots him a pointed look and he rolls his eyes. “Clint Barton. But you may call me Hawkeye.”
“Steve Rogers.”
“Not Captain America?”
“Well, yeah…” Steve nods. He has never before felt so self-conscious about himself. It’s as if everything he knows to be true is wrong all of a sudden, up is down, right is left, dead is alive, alive is dead and he isn’t even sure how to be Steve anymore. Not to mention Captain America. It’s too much, it’s too big.
Clint eyes him speculatively, before he shrugs carelessly. “Hey, whatever floats your boat, Cap.”
Cap.
Steve smiles despite himself.
He thinks he can live with Cap.
And that is that.
Clint and Natasha start to join him for training every evening from now on.
They’re easy to talk to, mostly because they don’t try to teach him anything and they are not in silent awe because he’s a hero from their history books. They bicker and fight a lot, but it’s all in good humor and even though Steve doesn’t even understand half the comments they make, he gets the feeling there is a lot of history between them.
Clint is good pretty in hand-to-hand-combat. Not as good Steve, but then again, nobody really is. He’s still a nice challenge and he makes it fun and he’s a faster learner.
Natasha on the other hand is wicked.
Steve learns it the hard way.
“Absolutely not”, he says firmly when she assumes position in front of him.
She raises an eyebrow. It’s always the left one, a little quirk she has that Steve finds impossibly charming. “I thought you wanted to train?”
“Train yes. I thought I show you some defensive moves or…”
“Defensive moves”, she repeats. Behind her Clint snickers.
“Listen”, Steve says patiently, “I respect you as an agent and I’m sure you’re doing a great job and I’m really glad to learn women in official positions are much more respected now than they used to be in my time.”
“Why, thank you”, she replies drily.
“But I’m not going to hit you. I won’t. I mean, have you seen me? And have you seen…you?” Steve gestures vaguely back and forth between them.
The thing is, Natasha might be a soldier and she might be really tough, but she’s still a woman and so much smaller than Steve that it seems hardly fair. Steve could hurt her. He could hurt her really bad without even intending to.
She sighs. “How about this: I attack and you only try to defend yourself?”
He hesitates. “Okay. Fine. But I’m not going to hit you.”
“Sure.”
Clint is practically howling with laughter now.
And Steve learns pretty soon he has made a bad mistake when he finds himself laying face down on the ground.
Fandom: The Avengers
Charaktere: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton
Challenge: Intimität: "Es ist nicht so, als ob ich dich vermisse - aber die konstante Abwesenheit deiner Person bereitet mir Bauchschmerzen."
Wörter: ~1100
Warnungen: Es ist komplett random - aber hey, Endkampf. Ich habs grade völlig aufgegeben nach Qualität zu suchen. XD also lediglich ein Snippet.
Vorwort: Uhm ja - das ist ein bisschen AU, weil ich es immer irgendwie komisch fand, dass Steve (der ja die ganze Zeit im SHIELD Hauptquartier saß) Natasha und Clint noch NICHT kennengelernt hat, bevor der Film anfängt. Deswegen - uhm passiert das hier. Am im wesentlichen schreib ich gerne über Steve's Gefühle. Whoops?
The thing is…it’s all so confusing.
Steve is dead.
Except he isn’t. Not anymore. But he had felt… he had assumed he was dead; as far as it’s possible to assume anything when you’re, well, dead. He had died to save everybody else. That’s the last thing he remembers.
But now he’s alive and everybody else is dead.
That wasn’t the plan. That wasn’t what he wanted, not at all.
Steve is supposed to be a hero. At least that what everybody keeps telling him. Except he isn’t. He’s just a soldier with a really cool shield.
But there are posters of him and his name gets mentioned in history books, a thought that makes his brain hurt, because it’s so bizarre to be part of history when you are alive and when you are right here. Right now.
So everything is kind of fucked up.
But he’s still a soldier and he survived a world war and a plane crash and losing his best friend, because that’s what soldiers do. They soldier on. That’s how he gets through the first few awful days in the S.H.I.E.L.D. main quarters.
It gets easier when Clint and Natasha show up.
The only people he gets to meet during the first few days are agents. They all wear impeccable black suits and the same facial expression of patient politeness calmness. It’s slightly unnerving. They try to tell him about things like iphones and computers and people walking around on the moon and everything else that seemingly happened in the last seventy years.
Seventy years.
Jesus Christ.
He can’t think about it. Not now. If he thinks about it, he’s going to go crazy.
So he doesn’t. It’s not easy with all the people in black suits trying to talk to him about exactly that.
Neither Clint nor Natasha ever tries to talk to him about that.
But they aren’t agents. That’s the first thing in Steve’s mind when he meets them for the first time. They’re not agents. They’re soldiers just like him.
It’s Agent Coulson who introduces them, which makes him a lot nicer in Steve’s book than all the other suits he has met so far.
Somebody coughs from behind him. Steve stops pummeling the punching bag and waits.
“If I may interrupt you”, Coulson says politely. “I’d like to introduce you to somebody. These are Agent Barton and Agent Romanoff. I believe you will find it…refreshing to talk to them for a chance.”
“Refreshing?” a male voice states. “You know, you’ve never told me you find me ‘refreshing’, Coulson. I don’t know what to think about that.”
“I’m pretty sure you have been called worse.” It’s a woman. She makes a sound that is half amused and half offended and this is when Steve turns around.
He blinks.
“I didn’t know we were here to talk”, she says and eyes Steve contemplatively and for a second Steve thinks his jaw is about to drop.
He has never before seen a woman wearing such tight clothes.
Of course there have been female agents wearing pencil skirts or suits who have talked to him. But she, whoever she is, doesn’t wear a pencil skirt or a suit. She wears black tight leather that looks as if somebody painted it on her body.
“Ma’am”, he clears his throat and desperately looks her in the eyes.
“Natasha”, she says the same time as the guy says: “’Just call her ‘Tasha”.
She raises an eyebrow that’s as flamingly red as her long hair. “You don’t get to decide my nicknames, Clint.”
“Oh yeah? You called me ‘Birdie’ once. I can call you everything I want.”
“We’ll see about that.” Facing Steve again she nods her head in greeting: “Natasha Romanoff. Just don’t call me Ginger and we’re good.”
“Absolutely. I would never… of course not.” Steve nods, still not sure what to make of her. Or where to look.
“Hawkeye”, the guys says. Coulson shoots him a pointed look and he rolls his eyes. “Clint Barton. But you may call me Hawkeye.”
“Steve Rogers.”
“Not Captain America?”
“Well, yeah…” Steve nods. He has never before felt so self-conscious about himself. It’s as if everything he knows to be true is wrong all of a sudden, up is down, right is left, dead is alive, alive is dead and he isn’t even sure how to be Steve anymore. Not to mention Captain America. It’s too much, it’s too big.
Clint eyes him speculatively, before he shrugs carelessly. “Hey, whatever floats your boat, Cap.”
Cap.
Steve smiles despite himself.
He thinks he can live with Cap.
And that is that.
Clint and Natasha start to join him for training every evening from now on.
They’re easy to talk to, mostly because they don’t try to teach him anything and they are not in silent awe because he’s a hero from their history books. They bicker and fight a lot, but it’s all in good humor and even though Steve doesn’t even understand half the comments they make, he gets the feeling there is a lot of history between them.
Clint is good pretty in hand-to-hand-combat. Not as good Steve, but then again, nobody really is. He’s still a nice challenge and he makes it fun and he’s a faster learner.
Natasha on the other hand is wicked.
Steve learns it the hard way.
“Absolutely not”, he says firmly when she assumes position in front of him.
She raises an eyebrow. It’s always the left one, a little quirk she has that Steve finds impossibly charming. “I thought you wanted to train?”
“Train yes. I thought I show you some defensive moves or…”
“Defensive moves”, she repeats. Behind her Clint snickers.
“Listen”, Steve says patiently, “I respect you as an agent and I’m sure you’re doing a great job and I’m really glad to learn women in official positions are much more respected now than they used to be in my time.”
“Why, thank you”, she replies drily.
“But I’m not going to hit you. I won’t. I mean, have you seen me? And have you seen…you?” Steve gestures vaguely back and forth between them.
The thing is, Natasha might be a soldier and she might be really tough, but she’s still a woman and so much smaller than Steve that it seems hardly fair. Steve could hurt her. He could hurt her really bad without even intending to.
She sighs. “How about this: I attack and you only try to defend yourself?”
He hesitates. “Okay. Fine. But I’m not going to hit you.”
“Sure.”
Clint is practically howling with laughter now.
And Steve learns pretty soon he has made a bad mistake when he finds himself laying face down on the ground.