Clint Barton (bows_arrows) wrote in wizard_rp, @ 2015-07-11 22:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, clint barton, natasha romanoff |
Who: Clintasha
What: Drunken Fighting
When: Saturday night
Where: Pub hopping
Rating:PG13
Status: Complete!
Clint didn’t mind going out to celebrate Cho’s birthday. It was a fun excuse to go out and have a nice drink with his gal (that still felt strange to say), teasing Mycroft as he observed him watching Cho get more and more drunk throughout the night. It was the perfect situation; they were close enough to tag along, but not close enough that he had to worry about getting her safely home. So Clint may have let loose a little more than he was anticipating.
He had begun to lose count of which pub they were now in. He even forgot if they were in wizard or muggle London now, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t even have his wand with him tonight, deciding it would be better that way with the amount of alcohol he wanted to consume; he didn’t want to do anything stupid enough to jeopardize himself. He had just gone to the bar to get himself and Natasha another drink, carefully balancing the two as he made his way back over to her.
“My lady,” he said, giving her a sort of bow as he handed her the drink. He glanced around the crowded pub, trying to see anyone else that might be apart of the party. “Where’s the birthday girl? And her lovely date?”
Taking the fox poison, Natasha indulged him with a slight curtsey and a chuckle. She sipped her drink, not even shivering as the warmth spread through her. A guy close by watched Natasha and she wondered if Clint had caught sight of him or not. She could feel his eyes glued to her and while she didn’t like it, she didn’t want to start anything.
“Cho? She went out for some air and Mycroft went to follow her,” she answered, turning to her date with a small smirk. “I think Terry was with them too. I’m sure they’ll be back.” She took another sip, just as a waiter came over to Natasha with what looked like a cosmopolitan.
“Miss? This is courtesy of that gentleman over there,” he said, motioning towards the guy that was staring at her. The guy, a man in his late twenties with a muscular build, held his drink up and winked at the redhead. Natasha took the drink, giving him a small nod, but then turned her attention to Clint. As soon as the guy wasn’t looking, she’d make sure to dump it elsewhere.
“So, looks like you’re having fun,” she teased. At least with Clint, the smile on her face was real. It wasn’t forced, like it was at the pub.
Clint couldn’t help but smirk into his drink when he heard Mycroft following after her and shook his head. He was about to make a comment about Myc being on a leash when the waiter came over. His eyes followed towards the motion as well, squinting a bit as he took the kid in. Ha, that was a laugh. Still, he couldn’t blame him. Natasha looked beautiful tonight (not that she didn’t usually) and he was sure most eyes were on her this evening. It hadn’t bothered him, made him rather proud actually, except when someone tried to move in. Wasn’t it obvious that they were together? Clint wrapped an arm around her shoulder as she turned her attention back to him, giving the guy another look before giving her a softer smile.
“What can I say? Good drinks, good friends, and my girl by my side! It couldn’t get any better if you ask me!” Well, maybe if that guy stopped sizing him up and checking Natasha out. Clint leaned over, giving Nat a kiss on the temple before taking another swig of his drink.
“What about you? Are you enjoying yourself?”
Natasha was glad for the arm around her. She even smiled and chuckled at the kiss to her temple. She set the cosmo down, keeping the drink Clint gave her as she placed a hand on his chest and kissed his cheek. She was hoping the guy would get the idea that she was taken.
“I am. Like you said, good drinks, good friends, and my man by my side. What could be better than that?” Her head leaned on his shoulder as she cuddled him. There was something about being in his arms that felt comforting. She could get used to it.
She wished she could get used to men taking a hint or leaving her alone, but that wouldn’t happen. The guy that sent her the drink didn’t seem too happy. Standing up, he walked over to the couple and turned his attention to Natasha. Pointing at Clint, he said, “Hey, babe, why bother with him? Why not be with a real man that can show you a good time?”
“I think you just answered your own question,” she replied, slipping an arm around Clint’s waist. She gave him a squeeze just so she held back from punching the jerk. “And don’t call me ‘babe.’ I’m not your ‘babe.’”
He didn’t like that. He snarled as he looked between the two. “Huh, guess I should have expected that from a whore. So, how much you want? I’ll pay you twice what he’s paying you.”
Clint was leaning in for another kiss, liking how she tasted against his, until he heard an unfamiliar voice speak up. Before he could even look up, he knew who had joined their private party and only wanted to roll his eyes at the effort the boy at taken. He prayed that he hadn’t sounded anything like that when he was that age. He couldn’t help but smile at Natasha’s response, looking over at the guy with a ‘hey, the lady wants what she wants’ sort of look.
But it wasn’t until he crossed the line that Clint’s demeanor changed. “Hey buddy, why don’t you back the fuck off?” Alright, so it was a little aggressive a little fast, but who the hell would even go that way? He reached out, placing a hand on the guys chest to push him away.
“Why don’t you back off bruv? I was talking to this hoe here.” The guy pushed Clint’s hand away and Clint took a step towards him, his arm leaving Natasha’s shoulders. “No, I think we’re done here bruv,” he said, doing his best to mimic his accent and the ridiculous slang word that seemed to be so popular. “Why don’t you be off on your way before something bad happens like my fist meeting your face.” Alright, so it didn’t sound as cool in person as it did in the movies, especially when his speech was a little slurred, but Clint wasn’t going to allow anyone to talk about Natasha in that way.
Natasha was surprised at how Clint stood up for her. She was touched as well, but a bit worried moreso. She didn’t want him to get into a fight or get hurt. Moving to Clint, she took his arm and said, “C’mon, Clint, let’s get out of here. It’s not worth dealing with trash like this.”
The guy didn’t like that. Pushing Clint back, he grabbed Natasha’s wrist and tried pulling her close. She resisted, pulling back from him, as he said, “Oi! You won’t be sayin’ that when I’m balls deep in ya!”
And that pissed Natasha off. She grit her teeth as she threw her drink in the guy’s face, then pulled on his arm to get him close and headbutted him. She broke his nose, making it bleed, as he let out a loud cry. “I’ll do much worse to your balls if you don’t let me fucking go,” she warned, her voice low and threatening. He released her wrist to tend to his injury.
“Fucking slag!” he yelled, though it sounded slightly muffled as he covered his mouth and nose.
She then went to Clint and slipped her arms around his. “Maybe we should get out of here,” she urged, giving his arm a tug. She wanted to leave, especially since she didn’t want to see if the guy had any friends around.
While the anger was only growing with Clint, he couldn’t help but laugh as the guy tried to pull one over on Natasha. Even he knew not to mess with her, but the guy needed to learn his lesson. He couldn’t help but finish off his drink as Natasha was giving him the final warning and Clint walked over as he yelled out at her. He ignored Natasha’s plea, freeing his arm from hers, but not before his hand sought hers out and he gave it a squeeze. He would be along, he just needed to do this one thing.
“What did I say about talking to the lady that way?” Clint tried to remember if he had actually said anything about that, but he had made it clear to leave them alone. Maybe words weren’t enough for this loser. He grabbed the front of the guys shirt, pulling him close so he could hear him. “Best leave things as they are mate.” He let him go and turned to go back towards Natasha when he felt a shove from behind. Really? Alright, fine, have it your way.
He whipped around, his hand balling into a fist as it made contact with the guys face. “Is that what you wanted?” he yelled, throwing his hands out as other patrons of the pub started to gather and watch.
“Oi, watch it!” Clint turned as someone started to make a swing for him, but ducked at the last minute, barely escaping the blow. Great, so the guy did have friends. Clint stood up and blocked another punch, swinging his arm out and getting the guy in the solar plexus. The guy doubled over on the ground, but suddenly there were other guys surrounding him. No way this guy had this many friends, this had to be the gang mentality of a fight in a pub.
“Maybe we should have left,” he shouted over to Natasha, ducking and punching where he could. He was getting a few punches in, but he was also getting hit a few times as well.
Merlin damnit, this was why she told him they should leave. Drunken idiots and drunken fools were always good for drunken brawls. While she was grateful he did step up for her, she was annoyed he also didn’t listen. No matter though. What was done was done.
Besides dancing and dark arts, Natasha excelled at one other thing; martial arts. Not just karate (the Dane Cook of martial arts), but all sorts of fighting styles. As punches were thrown her way, she easily maneuvered around them and struck back. Someone threw a punch, she grabbed his arm, twisted it around his back, and kicked him down to the ground. Another throw, she used her legs to pull him down. She then ran and threw someone down, twisting their head with her thighs.
When enough of the men were down, she went to Clint and grabbed his arm. “C’mon! We’re leaving now!” she yelled. If one of the big brutes wanted Clint, they’d have to go through her.
Clint only caught flashes of Natasha as she came to his aid and he couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride and...well, something else as he watched her battle through the group. While he never thought that she needed him to stand up for her, he knew that it had been the right thing to do; no one should speak to anyone in that manner, especially her.
But when she grabbed his arm and told him that they really were going this time, he threw one last punch before allowing himself to be lead outside, people moving out of their way. Merlin, how bad had it gotten?
Outside, he couldn’t help but give her a grin, leaning down to give her a kiss on the lips. “Thanks babe,” he said, wrapping an arm around her waist. “What do ya say going back home with me?” He glanced around to look for Cho and her beau, but they must have gone down a back alley together. “I’m sure the birthday girl won’t mind.”
Returning the kiss, Natasha laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Home sounds good right about now," she replied with a small nod. "We'll tell Cho what happened later. Let's get all cleaned up first. C'mon, I'll take us back." And with a strong hold on Clint, she apparated them back to his living room.
After a chaste kiss, she went to the bathroom and gathered a few items. She came back with a first aid kit, their wands, and a wet towel. Moving him to sit on the couch, she took the towel and started to clean his face and some of his wounds. Sure, he was a big boy and he could do it himself, but seeing him stand up for her, something that no one really did, made her want to care for him. It touched her and made her feel special.
"Merlin, some guys don't know the meaning of the word 'no,' huh?" A beat passed between them. "Thanks, by the way."
As soon as they were back at his flat, Clint flopped on the sofa, petting Lucky as he bounded over and nudged his hand. “I’m alright buddy,” he said, wincing as he leaned forward to give him a ruffled greeting of his ears, moving to lean back as Natasha came back with some things to fix him up. He didn’t argue, rather liking her gentle hands as she closed some wounds and put salves on others. He closed his eyes, her motions and gestures so comforting and calm; it almost made the sting go away.
He opened them again at her thanks and he smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her down to sit in his lap. “I should thank you for taking care of me,” he said. “Which I do...thank you.” He smiled, giving her shoulder a kiss. “And what I did? No one should be spoken to in that way, especially you.” He tucked a finger under her chin. “Are you alright?”
A surprised gasp left her lips as she was pulled into his lap. Looking up at him, she gave a small smirk and chuckled. "You're welcome. You don't have to thank me though. I like taking care of you," she admitted. "Just watch who you tell. I have a reputation to maintain."
After her small joke, her smile softened as she looked into his clear, blue eyes. "I'm fine. I have to admit, I liked you standing up for me. I mean, I know I can take care of myself, but still... Thank you."
“I know you can,” his voice a little softer than usual, but it was full of emotion. He had no doubt in his mind that she could take care of herself, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit possessive now. He didn’t say it out loud though, not sure she would like that sort of phrasing. “I just wanna make sure someone’s standing up for ya, you know?” He smiled, leaning over to give her a kiss.
“We make a pretty good team though, don’t you think? I run in without thinking, you clean up after! Sounds pretty perfect to me.” While he may have been teasing her just a bit, he thought they did work well together.
Returning the kiss, she brought her hand up to cup his cheek. Her thumb caressed his skin as she relaxed against his lips. When they broke apart, she rested her head against his shoulder and nuzzled him. She didn’t normally let her guard down, but Clint it was different with Clint. She could trust him and feel safe with him. It wasn’t something she was used to, but perhaps she could be.
“A good team, hmm? Suppose we do. Don’t get used to it or I might let you get your ass handed to you,” she teased back at him. She chuckled softly and pressed a kiss at the crook of his neck.
Clint laughed as well, but soon changed and gave her a wounded puppy dog look. “Hey, I could have made it out...I just would have had a few more bumps and bruises is all.” He grinned, knowing that if he hadn’t of listened to Nat at the right time, he probably would have gone home with more than that.
“Still, something to consider,” he said, toying with the idea. “Working together that is. I could always do with someone watching my back. Ya know, if you get sick of the whole teaching thing.”
“A few more. Or you’d end up in some hospital. I’d have to find a way to sneak Lucky in.” And she would too. Or she’d bring Clint horrible, unhealthy food like burgers and chips and ice cream into his room.
When he brought it up again, she raised an eyebrow and looked up at him. “How would we work together?” she asked. “What else can I do but teach?” At least it kept her under the radar, though recently that didn’t seem to be the case.
“Which would be unfortunate if this beautiful face got more damaged sustained. Although sometimes I wonder what I would look like without bandages on it, ya know? I think they make me look kind of rugged.” He gave her a lopsided grin, kissing her arm. When had it become so simple, so easy to interact with her in this way? He thought it a testament to their relationship, how it might have already been there, an underlying seriousness to the flirtation they shared.
“Well ya know, if you came to work with me...an Auror.” He knew she wouldn’t think herself good enough for the position but really, who else could be better? He just had to convince her that she was the person he knew her to be…
She chuckled as she kissed his temple. “I don’t think I could imagine you without the bandages,” she teased again. “I’m sure they’re apart of you.” Pressing her forehead to his, she found herself glad they weren’t at the bar anymore. She found she liked their time together, even moreso now.
But things could change. As he mentioned being an auror, she pulled back with a frown. “What? Me?” She shook her head and looked down at her hands. “I can’t- Clint, me? An Auror? With my past?” They’d never hire her, former death eater and assassin, and it was a silly idea.
“Well, hopefully you’ll still think me handsome if that day should ever come,” he joked back, sticking his tongue out in a childish manner. But hey, she would expect that right?
True to form. Clint couldn’t help but smirk a little, shaking his head. “Yeah, can you believe it? They’d allow someone with your skill set and wit to train to be an Auror. But that’s also because I didn’t tell them you were…” he glanced around, pretending it was super secretive. He looked back at her, leaning in to whisper, “Russian.” He gave her a teasing look, but it softened. “Really Nat, why wouldn’t they? Your past?” He shook his head. “It’s called a second chance. If you want it.”
She would expect that. In fact, she’d even meet his childish ways by kissing his tongue quickly. “Hopefully. If you’re not, I’m out the door.”
She rolled her eyes at the small Russian joke, but she still couldn’t believe it. “A second chance?” She gave a sad, self-defeated chuckle. “Isn’t this a second chance? I- I do admit, what I used to be and do was pretty thrilling. This is nice and all and I sometimes miss it, but would they want a former death eater and assassin on their side?”
Clint frowned just a little; would she ever be able to let the past go? He could only hope she would with enough time and persistence from him. But for now, he didn’t want to push the subject too hard now; he wanted to give her some time to think about it, let the seed take root before harvesting anything. Hey, that was a pretty good metaphor...good job Clint.
“It was just an idea,” he said with a shrug, wrapping both arms around her and swinging her up into his arms, while he stood up. “But for now, why don’t we focus on a more important task of having one last drink before bed?”
“Just an idea.” That’s all it would be. She couldn’t see herself as an auror. Hell, if anyone knew just what she was teaching Adel, she knew there would be horrible consequences. Even the thought of how Adel used the imperius on her made her feel cold and awful inside. It reminded her how she was just a tool, be it now or in the future.
Yet Clint quickly snapped her out of that thought. As he swung her around, she squealed as she clung to him. “Clint! Hey!” She let out a laugh and ruffled his hair. “Okay, okay. Just one drink, then bed. Remember, you said just one!”