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kathierif_fic) wrote2012-09-04 11:46 pm
kathierif_fic) wrote2012-09-04 11:46 pm
Fic: Home (MCU, Natasha Romanov/Nick Fury, FRT)
Title: Home
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kathierif_fic
Fandom: MCU // Avengers
Pairing: Nick Fury/Natasha Romanov
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: This is a transformative fanwork. No profit is being made.
Summary: This is where she can be whoever she wants to be.
A/Ns: for kink_bingo, prompt "emotion play" It's not exactly what I wanted to write, but what wanted to be written, so...who am I to disagree. 999 words, according to writtenkitten.com.
Love, she says again and again, like a mantra, is for children.
Natasha Romanov hasn't been a child for a long time - longer than she cares to remember. She doesn't care about love either. What connects her to Clint Barton isn't love, it's a life debt, and with SHIELD she stays because of convenience, not because of love.
Because love is for children, and children get easily hurt through their childish belief in people and intangible things nobody can prove to exist.
Natasha is careful what she shows to the world. She doesn't mind her fellow SHIELD-agents call her a heartless bitch and random people on the street and on TV speculate whether she is in fact a robot, unable of human emotion.
Emotions only cause recklessness and as final consequence the failure of the mission, maybe even death.
Natasha has been taught since her earliest childhood that failure will not be permitted. The mission supercedes everything else. Achieving the objective is more important than her own continued survival.
It's a lesson she learned well. She knows that she would have made a different call, had she been in Barton's shoes on that cold winter day in Moscow. But fortunately for her, Clint Barton is not her, and he trusted his gut, his instincts and his emotions, and spared her life.
She can call him unprofessional all she wants, to his face and behind his back, but in her most private thoughts, she admits that she is thankful for his emotions, the way he decided which allowed her to live.
In her innermost thoughts, she admits that she feels affection for him. She feels protective, the way an older sibling would feel. She doesn't want Clint to be hurt, and so she tries to teach him, subtly, what had been taught to her.
Love is for children.
He's a bad student, and Natasha is glad about it, but she never shows it to the world. Her emotions are locked away, inconsequential to her daily life. She has perfect control of herself.
And when it gets too much, when her control threatens to slip or her mask is showing fine cracks, she knows where she has to go.
It's top secret. Only a handful of people even know about the existence of the apartment within the maze of the SHIELD-complex in New York City. It's far underground, at the bottom level where only the highest-ranking members of SHIELD have access.
Clint doesn't know about the existence of the apartment. Fury does, of course, Hill and Coulson, and Natasha.
Only Fury and Natasha have the access code, the key cards, and when Natasha feels the strain of her responsibilities, when she needs to let go and just be for a while, this is where she's heading.
This is hers, hers alone, and nobody can ever find out. If anyone finds out about this, it won't be special anymore, it would lose some of its power, and Natasha is not willing to let that happen.
Stepping through the door, the plastic of the keycard cool in her hand, is already doing wonders to relax the tense set of her shoulders.
The door closes with a small, almost inaudible click, and that's it.
She's home, as much as Natasha has a home. Here, she can be whoever she wants to be, without anyone expecting her to be anyone she doesn't want to be.
"Hey," she greets calmly and toes off her boots. She doesn't wait for an answer, just pads barefoot to the bathroom, to take a long hot shower.
When she's done, she puts on comfortable clothes, makes sure her emergency knife is in place, and pads back out to the main room.
"Hard day?" Nick asks from his spot on the couch. He's holding a book, but he's not reading. His attention is focused entirely on Natasha.
She shakes her head, and curls up next to him. His arm comes up around her shoulders, holding her close, and he presses his lips briefly to her temple.
Technically, this is where Nick Fury lives. It's his apartment, his hiding place when things get rough. What nobody else knows is that it's Natasha's as well, that she's been staying here, on and off, for years now. Her clothes are in the drawers and in the wardrobe, her books are mixed in with Nick's, and there are DVDs that are not Nick's.
There are almost no weapons here, though, except for some emergency stacks, but that's okay, for both Nick and Natasha.
This is home. This is where they can be themselves, Nick and Natasha, a normal couple relaxing after a hard day at work, and they don't have to be Director Fury and Black Widow.
This is where Natasha can admit, not just to herself, that love might be for children, but in the right space, when she knows that she's safe and there is nothing to fear, it is okay to be a little childish occasionally.
This is where Natasha buries her love, deep in the heart of a SHIELD complex, in a room that almost nobody knows exists, with a man not many people trust.
Natasha does.
Nick's place is her safe place.
She wouldn't want to stay here all the time, certain that it would get boring really quick, but sometimes, she needs it, the knowledge that nobody can hurt her here, because Nick is here, and Nick can and will protect her. It allows her to take deep breaths and hum under her breath while lying with her ear pressed against Nick's chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart.
They still have secrets, things they don't talk about. Here, those secrets don't matter.
Here, all that counts is that they are there for each other, Nick's lips against Natasha's, his hands soothing against the small of her back, hers cradling the back of his head, without either of them having to fear anything.
This is home.
~end.
by:
kathierif_ficFandom: MCU // Avengers
Pairing: Nick Fury/Natasha Romanov
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: This is a transformative fanwork. No profit is being made.
Summary: This is where she can be whoever she wants to be.
A/Ns: for kink_bingo, prompt "emotion play" It's not exactly what I wanted to write, but what wanted to be written, so...who am I to disagree. 999 words, according to writtenkitten.com.
Love, she says again and again, like a mantra, is for children.
Natasha Romanov hasn't been a child for a long time - longer than she cares to remember. She doesn't care about love either. What connects her to Clint Barton isn't love, it's a life debt, and with SHIELD she stays because of convenience, not because of love.
Because love is for children, and children get easily hurt through their childish belief in people and intangible things nobody can prove to exist.
Natasha is careful what she shows to the world. She doesn't mind her fellow SHIELD-agents call her a heartless bitch and random people on the street and on TV speculate whether she is in fact a robot, unable of human emotion.
Emotions only cause recklessness and as final consequence the failure of the mission, maybe even death.
Natasha has been taught since her earliest childhood that failure will not be permitted. The mission supercedes everything else. Achieving the objective is more important than her own continued survival.
It's a lesson she learned well. She knows that she would have made a different call, had she been in Barton's shoes on that cold winter day in Moscow. But fortunately for her, Clint Barton is not her, and he trusted his gut, his instincts and his emotions, and spared her life.
She can call him unprofessional all she wants, to his face and behind his back, but in her most private thoughts, she admits that she is thankful for his emotions, the way he decided which allowed her to live.
In her innermost thoughts, she admits that she feels affection for him. She feels protective, the way an older sibling would feel. She doesn't want Clint to be hurt, and so she tries to teach him, subtly, what had been taught to her.
Love is for children.
He's a bad student, and Natasha is glad about it, but she never shows it to the world. Her emotions are locked away, inconsequential to her daily life. She has perfect control of herself.
And when it gets too much, when her control threatens to slip or her mask is showing fine cracks, she knows where she has to go.
It's top secret. Only a handful of people even know about the existence of the apartment within the maze of the SHIELD-complex in New York City. It's far underground, at the bottom level where only the highest-ranking members of SHIELD have access.
Clint doesn't know about the existence of the apartment. Fury does, of course, Hill and Coulson, and Natasha.
Only Fury and Natasha have the access code, the key cards, and when Natasha feels the strain of her responsibilities, when she needs to let go and just be for a while, this is where she's heading.
This is hers, hers alone, and nobody can ever find out. If anyone finds out about this, it won't be special anymore, it would lose some of its power, and Natasha is not willing to let that happen.
Stepping through the door, the plastic of the keycard cool in her hand, is already doing wonders to relax the tense set of her shoulders.
The door closes with a small, almost inaudible click, and that's it.
She's home, as much as Natasha has a home. Here, she can be whoever she wants to be, without anyone expecting her to be anyone she doesn't want to be.
"Hey," she greets calmly and toes off her boots. She doesn't wait for an answer, just pads barefoot to the bathroom, to take a long hot shower.
When she's done, she puts on comfortable clothes, makes sure her emergency knife is in place, and pads back out to the main room.
"Hard day?" Nick asks from his spot on the couch. He's holding a book, but he's not reading. His attention is focused entirely on Natasha.
She shakes her head, and curls up next to him. His arm comes up around her shoulders, holding her close, and he presses his lips briefly to her temple.
Technically, this is where Nick Fury lives. It's his apartment, his hiding place when things get rough. What nobody else knows is that it's Natasha's as well, that she's been staying here, on and off, for years now. Her clothes are in the drawers and in the wardrobe, her books are mixed in with Nick's, and there are DVDs that are not Nick's.
There are almost no weapons here, though, except for some emergency stacks, but that's okay, for both Nick and Natasha.
This is home. This is where they can be themselves, Nick and Natasha, a normal couple relaxing after a hard day at work, and they don't have to be Director Fury and Black Widow.
This is where Natasha can admit, not just to herself, that love might be for children, but in the right space, when she knows that she's safe and there is nothing to fear, it is okay to be a little childish occasionally.
This is where Natasha buries her love, deep in the heart of a SHIELD complex, in a room that almost nobody knows exists, with a man not many people trust.
Natasha does.
Nick's place is her safe place.
She wouldn't want to stay here all the time, certain that it would get boring really quick, but sometimes, she needs it, the knowledge that nobody can hurt her here, because Nick is here, and Nick can and will protect her. It allows her to take deep breaths and hum under her breath while lying with her ear pressed against Nick's chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart.
They still have secrets, things they don't talk about. Here, those secrets don't matter.
Here, all that counts is that they are there for each other, Nick's lips against Natasha's, his hands soothing against the small of her back, hers cradling the back of his head, without either of them having to fear anything.
This is home.
~end.