Strike Team Delta [Clintasha]

Not Deaf, Eighty Percent Deaf

This chapter is dedicated to @dejiathegummibear because your comments are so funny on the last chapter I swear😂 "Natasha, why do you keep kissing people on escalators?"

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Avengers Tower, Manhattan
Barton

When we got back to the tower, I'm not gonna lie, it was a riot. I think it was because I didn't find any 'shield/hammer cleaners.' This is one of the few times that Tony wasn't part of the chaos, but I was glad that I didn't have to deal with anymore than Cap and Thor.

"What? I can't hear you." I take out my hearing aids, setting them on a nearby table, when Steve asks me if I found 'shield cleaner.' And he doesn't take shit from anyone. At least it wasn't Thor chasing after me asking for things with his hammer and lightning in hand.

I don't get it though. I've never actually seen anyone living in this tower shop for themselves. It's either always me or Sam that does all the shopping, I don't even know why. Tony's the billionaire, and he makes me pay for the groceries. It makes no sense. That's one of the perks of being deaf- well, eighty percent deaf, but, there's always the downside.

Later that night, I was changing my red shirt into a white one, for the party tonight. And people who're deaf, you'll understand that the slightest touch of your hearing aids will make them fall out. Don't get me wrong, when the tower is under attack, or while I'm fighting, they stay in, as if they're part of me. That's because nothing touches it though.

So here I am, pulling my shirt over my head, when it touches the right part of my ear to make both of my hearing aids fall out. It's basically 'The Search for Something Small: Deaf and Half Naked edition.'

"Oh, crap." I start searching on the floor, hoping that I don't step on them. To make things worse, Tony comes in, giving me a look that says, 'Do you want me to get her?.' I nod slowly, relieved someone's gonna help me with this daily struggle. A few seconds later, Nat walks into the room shaking her head and signing at me.

Lost your hearing aids again, Penguin? I frown.

Penguin? You know very well my alias is Hawkeye.

Whatever, put on a shirt while I look for your aids. I don't need to see all of that.

Please, you like me better shirtless. I sign, pulling my white shirt over my head. She handed me my hearing aids she found, and I plug them back into my ears.

"What's the matter? I thought your eyesight was part of your skill set. Right, Pigeon?"

"First of all, HAWK, second, you said it yourself last week, my room is filthy."

"It's not that messy."

"That's because you're not holding a black light." She rolls her eyes, and cautiously sits down on my bed next to me.

"So when're you coming back from your...whatever Coulson's gonna have you do?" I ask.

"He says two to three days." She replies. I nod, looking at the ground, wondering what it'll feel like not having someone yell at me for every movement again.

"You're gonna miss me." She says in a sing song voice. I smile and play along.

"Oh! Right, of course. Of course I'd miss the person always calling me immature bird names. Duh." I sarcastically say, even though I meant all of it. A few more hours pass and it's finally 7:56, four minutes until another famous Stark Party. Not really thinking about what to wear, I just throw on my black leather jacket, and hope everyone else out there is wearing white shirts and leather jackets.

"You really thought about what to wear, huh?" I hear a voice enter my room. I turn around and smirk when I notice that it's Natasha wearing a tight black dress.

"Tonight you'll be surrounded by men with only four women invited to the party. And you chose to wear the skin tight dress."

"Tonight you'll be surrounded by men with only four women to impress, and you choose to wear this." She mocks me.

"Haven't I already made a good one on you? If I remember correctly, I saved your life ten years ago." I smile.

"You did. That's why you're protecting me from all the testosterone." She puts her hand on my chest.

"I don't think you'll need me for that." I run my left hand down her leg, pulling her dress up slightly, revealing a knife band with two knives hanging from it.

"There a reason why you did that?" She smirks.

"There a reason why you're keeping your hands on my chest without killing me yet?" I smirk back.

"Вы сукин сын, осел." She breathes out, still not taking her hands off. I raise my eyebrows waiting for a translation.

"It means, 'You son of a bitch, jackass.'"

"Is that so?"

"I'm assuming you'll be my 'date?'" She jokes.

"How could I not, after all those amazing words you called me today?" I offer her my arm, so she could hold it.

"Since when did you become a gentleman?" She takes my arm, and leads me out to the main room.

"Since when did you become so touchy? I shoot back. "Besides, I thought I had to protect you from the 'testosterone.'"

"How many weapons did you bring, little Chickadee?"

"First of all, if I have to remind you again, it's HAWKeye. Second, I brought three. Two blades in my left boot, and a gun in my jacket. " I reply.

"Good."

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Clint Barton in black leather jackets is life🙌🏻

My favorite part in the chapter is when Tony found Clint shirtless looking for his hearing aids, and he automatically knew that he had to get Natasha😂

I need more head canons, they're too freakin adorable. Oh my gosh yesterday I was listening to 'Hawkeye's' super powers song to the tune of Ed Sheeran's Thinking Out Loud. And I almost died because of Jeremy Renner's voice😍

But listen I've got powers too and they're pretty sweet.
I promise I can do so much more than just archery.

Ahahaha I know he can😂❤️

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