Title: Better Lock It in Your Pocket (or, Ten Secrets about Nikolai Romanov, as kept by Clint Barton)
Fandom: Avengers
Genre: Slash, Crack/Humor, Genderblending, Angst, Character Study
Word Count: ~1400
Pairing(s): male!Natasha/Clint
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Contents: Alludes to past possible abuse, Clint's POV, no fix-it for Phil :(
Written for: this prompt at
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Notes: This was supposed to be crack, and then it descended into very aggressive angst(?) BTW, I adore male!Natasha but I'm still working on his characterization. I'm afraid that this is not one of those stories that focus on how being male would particularly change Natasha's experience.
Beta: none
Summary: Clint knows the scary, secret truth: Nikolai is a dork. He just has the world’s best poker face about it. After seven years serving as Nikolai’s BFF and occasional bed warmer (in Soviet Russia, you don’t fuck Nikolai Romanov, Nikolai Romanov fucks you), Clint has gathered a heap of intel which he has been threatened under pain of death multiple times never to disclose.
Disclaimer: No ownership was claimed in the making of this nonsense.
( Nikolai Romanov is a cool-eyed, long-legged beauty who’d kill a man as soon as look at him. )
Fandom: Avengers
Genre: Slash, Crack/Humor, Genderblending, Angst, Character Study
Word Count: ~1400
Pairing(s): male!Natasha/Clint
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Contents: Alludes to past possible abuse, Clint's POV, no fix-it for Phil :(
Written for: this prompt at
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Notes: This was supposed to be crack, and then it descended into very aggressive angst(?) BTW, I adore male!Natasha but I'm still working on his characterization. I'm afraid that this is not one of those stories that focus on how being male would particularly change Natasha's experience.
Beta: none
Summary: Clint knows the scary, secret truth: Nikolai is a dork. He just has the world’s best poker face about it. After seven years serving as Nikolai’s BFF and occasional bed warmer (in Soviet Russia, you don’t fuck Nikolai Romanov, Nikolai Romanov fucks you), Clint has gathered a heap of intel which he has been threatened under pain of death multiple times never to disclose.
Disclaimer: No ownership was claimed in the making of this nonsense.
( Nikolai Romanov is a cool-eyed, long-legged beauty who’d kill a man as soon as look at him. )