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Before they met Elly, nine heroes followed a path that led them to a life they chose to share together. This is the story of how.
-Prequel to the Tower-
Art-Work by Ischa
The dozen or so missions Fury watched Natasha like a hawk. He was either right by her side or he had extra eyes on her. She knew. She didn't care. She would prove herself to him even if it took her entire life. She would work to erase the red from her ledger.
Each mission brought her closer to the man who had put his trust in her. Even as he was learning to trust her, she began to trust him completely. He cared about her wellbeing. He checked in on her, making sure she had eaten. That she was taking care of herself. She had never had a father, but she imagined this might be the closest she'd ever get to know what having one was like.
Fury wasn't the only one she was drawing closer to. She and Clint were quickly becoming inseparable. On missions, they worked together perfectly. He was an idiot. She would never argue that point. In fact, if you said otherwise she had a very long list of exactly how Clinton Francis Barton was a complete idiot. In a lot of ways, that complete disregard for his own safety and any sort of convention worked as a perfect counter to the craft that she had perfected.
Working together became hanging out at home. He was a slob who seemed to run on coffee and pizza and looking up youtube videos of puppies, but she was growing to realize that this complete doofus was her best friend.
Spending time with Clint meant spending time with Hill and Coulson too. Not that she minded she liked them too. All her life she had been raised to be a spy and a killer. She never knew a family. She just knew her job. Yet here she was in a whole new country, with a new job and finally people she thought of as family.
She just wished she could work out what was with them.
There was something going on. She could tell that. She had been raised to use her sexuality as a weapon but her understanding was that normal people paired up and at least pretended to be monogamous. Clint, Maria, and Phil seemed to date other people, come home to each other, switch, go all together, she couldn't quite get her head around it. Sometimes she would think they weren't sleeping together at all and then she'd show up to pick Clint up for work and Phil or Maria would come out of his bathroom in a towel.
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"What is it? You're gonna have to tell me because I feel like I'm going crazy." She complained, falling back against the couch, a beer in her hand.
Clint looked at her and quirked an eyebrow. "I literally have no idea what you're talking about, Nat."
"You, Coulson and Hill. What is it? What is it? I seriously..." She ran her hand through her hair and shook her head. "Like if it was once I'd write it off as you fucking up because, well you're you."
"Hey! You gonna insult me in my own home?" Cint said, feigning shock.
"What is it? Tell me!" She said, falling forward so her head was resting on his chest.
He awkwardly patted her back. "Complicated. It's complicated is what it is."
She looked up into his blue eyes and spiked his hair up. "I'm listening."
