Avenger's One-shots and Preferences

Time Heals All Wounds- Valkyrie

This is the part two sequel from "the Both of Us" one-shot that centered around Natasha and Bucky.  After the events of Endgame and the previous one-shot, the reader tries to move on after losing Natasha, and finds solace with Valkyrie who now runs Asgard in Thor's absence.

Plenty of fluff and a little bit of pot use in the beginning and somewhere in the middle. Enjoy.

"Well that was fun," Clint says as he and Laura return from their date night, "We should do it again sometime." "Maybe a few weeks from now," Laura suggests, "Can't keep dumping the kids on (y/n) and Wanda all the time you know." "Oh I'm sure they did just fine with the kids," Clint assures, "What's the worst that could happen?"

The moment he said that and opened the door, the married couple find Wanda sprawled out on the floor with several empty wine bottles, and you were sitting on the couch with one of those bong things, smoke coming out of it like a chimney, "Oh hey," you lazily greet as you blow out the smoke, "You two are back home early. Did ya go out and paint the entire town beige?" "Please tell this is not what you and Wanda did the whole time we were gone," Clint says wide-eyed. "Course not," you assure, "We waited till the kids were in bed and deep in sleep. Though you'll probably have to convince them tomorrow about why the couch smells like a skunk got sprayed by a skunk...again. Cookies?" you hold out a pack of double-stuffed Oreos at Clint and Laura. "I think were good on cookies," Clint takes the cookies, "And I think you had enough of this too," he takes the bong away from you; you were a little stoned to know why, but Clint seemed annoyed as he helped Wanda to her feet. You were also pretty sure he was muttering about this being the fourth time and someone overstaying their welcome and needing to move on. "What's his problem?" you ask his wife. "You're kidding, right?" Laura frowns a little, "Think about it." "...how long do I have?" was your response, "is this a multiple choice question by any chance?" "*sigh* maybe you should go to bed too," Laura suggests. You merely shrug and do as she suggests.

---------------Time Skip-----------------------

"I don't want to go on another vacation," you protest, luggage in hand as Clint escorts you to the airport. "Yeah well too bad," Clint responds, "clearly you haven't quite moved on as much as you think you have, so another week or two somewhere abroad should do the trick." "What are you talking about, I did move on," you deny, "Nat's gone, she chose someone else over me, and there's nothing anyone can do about it." "You may have moved on about the latter," Clint agrees, "but the part about her being gone, I'm still not sure. So here's your ticket, go out, have fun, get drunk, high, have a regretful one night stand or something. Just please, (y/n), I love you and all, and you're always welcome to sleep on couch, but I'd like a break from having to de-skunk the couch every other week. Seriously, I think the kids might be getting a second hand high from the smell alone."

"Fine," you sigh exasperatedly, "Where exactly am I going this time?" "It's a surprise," Clint smirks, "I may have called a few favors, and I really think you'll like this trip."

---------------Time skip to New Asgard---------------

"Oh boy," you mutter sarcastically as you take your first steps in the newly established Asgard. It was a long flight, and it didn't help that Clint was too cheap to spring for the first class tickets, "This is gonna be so fun. I hope this vacation never ends."

Even with the population influx that resulted in the reverse snap, the place didn't look all that crowded. At least there were some dive-in taverns to frequent during your stay here. You make your way to the inn that Clint was nice enough to book for you (using your credit card to charge the room). Once you settled in, you figured a nap would be just what you needed to help get over the jet lag. But before you could even so much as plop down on the bed, you hear a knock at the door. You frown a little, wondering who it was; it was a little late in the day for housekeeping, and you certainly didn't order room service yet.