Fic: World serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs - Avengers - PG 13 (11/12)
Author: Book_Junkie007
Pairing: Clint, Natasha, Coulson
Rating: PG 13
Wordcount: ~200 words
Warnings: Minor swearing and violence
Notes: Written for be_compromised's Promptathon for a series of prompts. Each espionage definition is referred to in some way in the drabble.
Thanks goes to some1tookmename on Twitter for doing a grammar and flow check and Laffers18 on Twitter for making sure they're in character.
Summary: NAKED: Operating entirely alone and without the availability of immediate assistance.
Natasha unpacks her bag at the safe house. She lays her clothes neatly out on the bed, beside her weapons, which she has placed in order of size and lethalness. Clint is doing the same thing on the opposite side of the bed.
“So, our first solo mission,” she says, aligning her weapons just right.
“Yep, and it was long overdue.”
Natasha looks up at Clint. “You think we should have been sent out solo earlier?”
“Way earlier,” Clint affirms. “I thought you were ready to go solo when you came in. Fury and Coulson had other ideas.”
“Did you tell them about your concerns?” Natasha has been Clint’s partner for eighteen months, so she thinks she knows him well. She’s still not used to having a partner, but he’s the only one at SHIELD who doesn’t look at her with suspicion, like she’s going to blow the place up at any minute (not that she would).
“Brought it up with Coulson. He was less than pleased with my concerns.”
“I’ll bet.” Natasha changes topics so she doesn’t have to think about his faith in her. It’s unfounded faith that she doesn’t deserve. “How are we playing the party tonight?”
On AO3
Pairing: Clint, Natasha, Coulson
Rating: PG 13
Wordcount: ~200 words
Warnings: Minor swearing and violence
Notes: Written for be_compromised's Promptathon for a series of prompts. Each espionage definition is referred to in some way in the drabble.
Thanks goes to some1tookmename on Twitter for doing a grammar and flow check and Laffers18 on Twitter for making sure they're in character.
Summary: NAKED: Operating entirely alone and without the availability of immediate assistance.
Natasha unpacks her bag at the safe house. She lays her clothes neatly out on the bed, beside her weapons, which she has placed in order of size and lethalness. Clint is doing the same thing on the opposite side of the bed.
“So, our first solo mission,” she says, aligning her weapons just right.
“Yep, and it was long overdue.”
Natasha looks up at Clint. “You think we should have been sent out solo earlier?”
“Way earlier,” Clint affirms. “I thought you were ready to go solo when you came in. Fury and Coulson had other ideas.”
“Did you tell them about your concerns?” Natasha has been Clint’s partner for eighteen months, so she thinks she knows him well. She’s still not used to having a partner, but he’s the only one at SHIELD who doesn’t look at her with suspicion, like she’s going to blow the place up at any minute (not that she would).
“Brought it up with Coulson. He was less than pleased with my concerns.”
“I’ll bet.” Natasha changes topics so she doesn’t have to think about his faith in her. It’s unfounded faith that she doesn’t deserve. “How are we playing the party tonight?”
On AO3