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alphaflyer: (Hawkeye Aja silhouette)
Title:  "Whistle Stop"
Author: [livejournal.com profile] alphaflyer
Rating: PG-13
Category: Gen, Crossover (Guardians of the Galaxy)
Characters: Clint Barton, Yondu Udonta (cameo/background appearances by Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers and Peter Quill)
Relationships: Clint/Natasha (implied)
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] kylen

Summary: Clint is asleep on the couch when the spaceship lands on the helipad.

For [livejournal.com profile] jrbarton.

Read it on AO3 or FFN
alphaflyer: (Hawkeye Aja silhouette)
A [livejournal.com profile] towerparty speed challenge flashfic, written to [livejournal.com profile] geckoholic’s prompt “we live or die together.”


Toast )
alphaflyer: (Central Park 2)
Title: Day of Saints and Sinners
Rating: T
Warnings: Language, some pretty awful childhood stuff (canon, not graphic)
Summary:  February is the cruellest month -- until it isn't.

Author's note: Written for the [livejournal.com profile] be_compromised Valentine's promptathon, to prompts from [livejournal.com profile] happilydancing (“Valentines Day the year before they met, the year they met, and the year after they met (or increments of 5 years)" -- I got that one almost right) and [livejournal.com profile] scribble_myname (“Every February 14th, they have to fend off the meddling matchmakers.”

Read it on AO3 or FFN
alphaflyer: (Maria and Clint)
Title: A Walk in the Park
Author: alphaflyer
Characters/Relationships: Clint Barton & Maria Hill (background Natasha Romanoff, Alexander Pierce
Warnings: Professional assassin, doing his thing. With predictable results.
Summary: Clint Barton has complaints, and a job to do; Maria Hill has a ringside seat.

Author's note: This started out as a response to tielan's lob in a game of fandom tennis; it ended up checking off a square in my trope bingo ("road trip").

Read it here on AO3, with illustrations, or on FFN, without but with a cool cover photo.  (All photos mine.)
alphaflyer: (Melinda/Maria)
Okay, so I'm nuts.  Signing up ...

Dear Author who might write me a story (or want me to write one):

Here's what I like in my female characters: BAMFyness; intelligence; competence; friendship; respect; banter; humour; snark; willingness to unleash her inner girl occasionally.

What I don't like (but if you did, you probably wouldn't be here):  woobification.

Relationships with men (if you want to go there, and that's fine because I love my boys, too): equality (I don't thrive on fics where competence is a zero sum game); respect; romance and sex yes, but also friendship.  Eyerolls at the things guys do are perfectly natural acceptable. Sex is fine.

Relationships with other women: Friendship (I'm not a huge slash fan, tbh), collegiality, camaraderie, mentorship, partnership, fun times and fighting together.

Squicks/no go's:  Non/dub-con; A/B/O; mpreg; major character death (OCs are ok); torture and graphic violence; baby!fic.
alphaflyer: (Hawkeye Aja silhouette)
Title: Double Deuce
Characters/Relationships: Tony Stark, Peter Quill, Natasha Romanoff (Tony/Pepper and Natasha/Clint implied)
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Summary: Tony really should know better than walk into another bar the week before Christmas.

Author's Note: This was written for [livejournal.com profile] igrockspock's holiday exchange, for [livejournal.com profile] enkanowen, based on the irresistible prompt "Tony Stark and Peter Quill walk into a bar."  My first time writing Tony POV ... Lord, that man can be a snob. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] igrockspock for organizing this, and getting me out of my Clint/Natasha comfort zone!

Read on AO3 here or on FFN here.
alphaflyer: (Hawkeye Aja silhouette)
Title:  Hello Darkness
Rating:  T (PG-13)
Warning: none really, except for some swearing and reference to canon-consistent past child abuse
Characters/Pairing: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff
Summary:  The worst thing is the silence.




Note: This was written for [livejournal.com profile] sgteam14283, for the [livejournal.com profile] be_compromised Secret Santa. I originally had another of her prompts in mind, but somehow that request for ‘anything deaf!Clint related’ would not be denied. It’s perhaps a tad angstier than usual for a holiday exchange, but that’s the story that wanted out. To compensate, I gave a bit of a nod to her other request – Clint and Natasha on a mission, being the awesome spies they are.

This story is indebted to Fraction’s brilliant “Hawkeye #19” (but not really comics ‘verse); the title is drawn from Simon & Garfunkel’s “Sounds of Silence.” It also echoes the events in "Locust Wind", but you’d have to squint pretty hard to make things fit.  Thanks to my awesome beta, [livejournal.com profile] shenshen77, and to [livejournal.com profile] ohmydarlingdear for the great banner.

Read it here on AO3

In other news, I finished a piece for [livejournal.com profile] igrockspock's friends exchange today so I'm kind of creatively spent.  I owe a couple of days on my December meme but will try and catch up with the requests tomorrow, especially since they're really good ones!
alphaflyer: (Hazy rubble Blackhawk)
A day late, but sometimes RL just gets in the way.  (This week, it was Annoyingly Present throughout.)

But -- here we are, better late than never!  I had twelve trick-or-treaters, so two 5+1 stories seemed the logical way, and then [livejournal.com profile] topaz119 reminded me of the virtues of the 100-word drabble.  Each little piece is a separate "treat" for six of my LJ friends -- collected here for easy reference.  The second batch will (hopefully) follow tomorrow!  :-)


Five Times Natasha Romanoff Ignored Clint Barton (And One Time She Didn’t) )
alphaflyer: (Hawkeye Aja silhouette)
So, [livejournal.com profile] be_compromised had a subvert-that-cliche ficathon thingy, and [livejournal.com profile] happilydancing said that she'd like to see the cliche that Clint had trouble after being brainwashed subverted.

Of course, in my own head canon he DID have some trouble (see, inter alia, Going to Ground) but I though hey, why not?  Marvel God Kevin Feige Himself said Hawkeye didn't have anything like the issues Erik "look-Ma-no-pants" Selvig did, so.


Bruises, Not Scars )
alphaflyer: (Hawkeye Aja silhouette)
FIC: Good Morning, New York!
Pairing: Clint/Natasha
Characters: Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov, JARVIS. Maria Hill and Pepper Potts (background)
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Sunnary: Assassins.  Day time TV.  A recipe for ... what, exactly?

Written for the [livejournal.com profile] be_compromised promptathon, for prompts from [livejournal.com profile] scribble_myname, [livejournal.com profile] hufflepuffsneak and [livejournal.com profile] happilydancing -- also fills in a square for my trope bingo. (I believe in multi-tasking ...)

Anyone looking for something profound will be sorely disappointed.


_______________

“Five minutes to cameras rolling. You look fabulous, you two. Just gorgeous.”

The hostess’ words are probably meant to be reassuring, but Clint is clearly not buying.

“Yeah? Then why’d you try and put eyeliner on me? That face make-up was bad enough. I’m gonna have to scrape that shit off with a spatula.”

The woman bats her lashes at him in a way that makes Natasha want to reach for her bracelets.

“But you have such gorgeous eyes, Mr. Barton. Such a gorgeous colour. It’s a shame not to emphasize your best asset.”

The inarticulate noise Clint makes in response falls somewhere between What Did I Just Step In? and Hulk meets Loki. Natasha, for her part, wonders just how the woman managed to miss Clint’s arms. No matter. She puts her hand on her partner’s shoulder.

“Clint. Relax.”

“I am relaxed. You should see me when I’m tense.”

Of course Natasha has -- rather often actually -- but arguing the point would be counter-productive. Clint has spared no one (including the hapless guy tasked with trying to keep his hair from sticking up) his opinion about being strong-armed into playing nice in front of a camera.

“The Mandarin incident and the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. have given both the Avengers Initiative and Stark Industries a bad name. The brand needs to be repositioned in a more positive light,” Pepper’s e-mail had said. “We need you to help us out a little. And no, Clint, PR is not short for prostitution.”

Hill’s message had been just as direct.

“This is a prophylactic effort,” it had said, “to help people overlook the damage you lot will doubtless cause the next time there’s trouble. Consider this a service to humanity. Hard as it might be for be for anyone to see you in that light, Barton.”

Clint, who prefers short, Fury-type explanations (“he needs killing”) had stopped reading halfway through.

“Yeah, and you know where Hill can stick that prophylactic of hers?”

But, free rent is free rent, the (former) boss is still kind of the boss, and so here they are, an hour later, Clint still sputtering.

Read more on AO3
alphaflyer: (Hawkeye Aja silhouette)
Title: The Thing
Author: [livejournal.com profile] alphaflyer
Relationships/Characters: Clint/Natasha; Natasha & Maria; Clint & Coulson; Nick Fury; Jasper Sitwell; Thor (background)
Summary: SHIELD is basically a mosh pit.  A companion piece/prequel to my story The Pool (which you don't have to have read for this).


Written for the [livejournal.com profile] be_compromised Promptathon, to (ahem) my own prompt:

"Natasha has been wondering about this for a long time now. Finally, she can't stand it anymore.
"Maria,"" she asks over a cappuccino. ""Do you have any idea why so many people seem to be convinced that Barton and Coulson are a Thing?"

Also: [livejournal.com profile] happilydancing's prompt "Natasha falls in love with Clint first", if you squint.


The Thing, on AO3
alphaflyer: (Hawkeye Aja silhouette)
Author: alphaflyer
Title: Five Times S.H.I.E.L.D. Tried To Recruit Clint Barton (And One Time He Said "Yes")
Rating: T
Warnings: some swears, reference to off-screen violence
Characters/Relationships: Clint Barton & Melinda May; Nick Fury; Maria Hill; Phil Coulson; Jasper Sitwell; John Garrett; Victoria Hand
Summary: The first time Clint Barton comes to the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D., his face is on fliers advertising him as The Amazing Hawkeye, The World's Greatest Marksman.

A/N: Clint backstory, pre-Natasha; crossover with Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. by virtue of some of the characters. (That's okay to post here, yes?) This is based on a desire by [livejournal.com profile] franztastisch for a fic in which it is Melinda May who recruits Clint into S.H.I.E.L.D.

Find it on AO3

or FFN
alphaflyer: (Hawkeye Aja silhouette)
Title: Shards
Author: alphaflyer
Remix Recipient: i_llbedammned
Pairing(s):  Clint/Natasha
Rating:  T
Warnings:  none apply;
Fic I've Chosen To Remix: "Innocence"
Summary:  Natasha, picking up the pieces.

In i_llbedammned's story "Innocence" (link above), Natasha reflects on her blood-stained past and on the role Clint plays in her present. It ends with Natasha recalling, “… the times when they just met in his shitty apartment and ate dinner together. The pain would just melt away into warmth. Maybe this was what innocence felt like.” I liked the idea of Clint’s place providing Natasha with an emotional anchor, and decided to explore this in the context of the events of CA:TWS.

This story is a companion piece to "Safe House" and "Recurve". Note that this apartment is not the Hawkguy place in Brooklyn, but rather my head canon one from my story “The Skies Over Manhattan”, which I started to write long before I ever picked up a comic.

Thanks are due to inkvoices and franztastisch for early brainstorming and cheerleading, and to Franzi for the beta. Any mistakes that have crept in since are my own.  Thanks also to sugar_feyfor organizing the exchange!

Find it on AO3 or FFN.

alphaflyer: (Hawkeye Aja silhouette)
Written for the [livejournal.com profile] be_compromised "All The Things Friday" exchange, to this prompt by [livejournal.com profile] sgflutegirl: Clint and Natasha being forced to take a vacation (reason up to the writer). They hate it at first, but end up enjoying themselves anyway.

Now slightly edited, because you should never really post something written on a Friday night without having read it through a few times.

Beach Blanket Bingo )
alphaflyer: (Hawkeye and bow)
Title: Recurve
Rating: T
Warnings: Movie-level violence, swearing
Characters/Relationships: Clint Barton; background Clint/Natasha; off-screen Maria Hill, Phil Coulson
Summary: An hour in the mind of a killer:  Clint Barton reflects on the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., the best angle for a kill shot, and dinner options.

A/N: This is a companion piece to Safe House, which you don’t need to have read (although I would of course be happy if you did!).  It’s an early birthday gift for Kylen – because my life between now and the actual day is full and unpredictable, and she deserves a story of her own.

Warning – some movie-level violence; swearing; and spoilers for Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Episode 1-22.  Special thanks to Runawaymetaphor and [livejournal.com profile] jrbarton for giving this the once-over and to [livejournal.com profile] enigma731 for some very early brainstorming; any errors and omissions are mine alone.

Finally, I don’t own any of the MCU (on which this is exclusively based), except for an impressive BluRay and t-shirt collection and a Hawkeye action figure.


Read it on AO3 or FFN
alphaflyer: (Hawkeye Aja silhouette)
Written for the PicFic Contest on [livejournal.com profile] rennerobsession, for a pic I have, quite frankly, been considering quite frequently as we all chew our collective fingernails waiting for Age of Ultron.  (I ignored the heads of the film crew/civilians stuck in the forefront).

Rules are, no longer than 600 words.  I managed to come in at 598.  Go, me!  There were two other great ficlets posted in response to the challenge, so I'm planning on just being content with having finally gotten some emerging head canon off my chest (to wit, that Clint rescues Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver from that HYDRA facility where we see them imprisoned in the post-credits scene in CA:TWS, and that said facility is in the mountains of Serbia).

Here's the picture )

And here's the ficlet:

Mountain Interlude )

Also here on AO3, if you prefer to read it there (as Chapter 8 of "Moments").
alphaflyer: (Natasha's style)
So I decided to pop a bunch of the little fics, ficlets and mini-ficlets into one collection:

Moments -- you find it here on AO3.

(I'll post it on FFN later, but can't decide whether to do so in one blob or as 7 chapters, which whill artificially inflate the hit count if people read the whole thing.  (Any advice, dear Flist?)

This is what you will find inside:

1.  Celebration Clint/Natasha
2.  Chai Latte Skye, Ward (off-screen Clint, Natasha, May, Coulson)
3.  The Joys of Flying Darcy Lewis, Eliot Randolph, Thor
4.  Night Sounds Clint/Natasha
5.  Air Raids Permitting Clint, Natasha, Tony, Steve, Bruce (A/U)
6.  The "All Things Friday" Be_Compromised Three-Sentence Fic-a-Thon variously Clint/Natasha, Steve, Bucky, Sam W.
7.  LaGuardia, 6 p.m. Clint/Natasha (M rated, sexual innuendo galore)

You will have seen most of them on this site before at some time or other (or not).  They're all T-rated except the last one, as noted above.

Being me, I probably forgot some (I have a deplorable tendency to do that ...) so may add chapters to this at some later time.

Enjoy!  :-)
alphaflyer: (Hawkeye Aja silhouette)
Author: [livejournal.com profile] alphaflyer
Title:  Safe House
Rating:  PG-13/T
Characters/Pairings:  Clint Barton & Maria Hill; background Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff
Warnings:  None, but spoilers for Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Summary:  After the events in Washington, trust is in short supply.  Maria Hill doesn't open her doors to just anyone.

Written for [livejournal.com profile] tielan based on a prompt she left for me in an LJ prompt meme:  "Maria Hill and clint Barton as platonic roommates."

Read it on AO3 or FFN
alphaflyer: (Hawkeye Aja silhouette)
It's done (I think).  I've been complaining on this page about the difficulties I've been having with this -- largely because Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. kept throwing me new curve balls, just when I had developed a Perfecly Good Head Canon For What Happened To Coulson.

Working on this chapter has been like standing on shifting sands, and so I decided to settle it in the small cracks, filling in some things left open, those unexplained gaps.  Much of this will without doubt be overtaken by more revelations -- but like Phil Coulson’s memory, thoughts and conversations are shards of time and space; you may see a picture only when you step back far enough.

But here it is:

The Skies Over Manhattan -- Chapter 5:  Clouds


Read it on AO3

Or on FFN

Phew.
alphaflyer: (Hawkeye Aja silhouette)
Speed fic.  Never a good idea, especially when your brain is spitting out something utterly surreal.  An hour from start to finish it took me and it probably shows, but it did allow me to get rid of a title I'd been carting around in my head for a couple of weeks ...

Written for [livejournal.com profile] inkvoices, based on her prompt "Steampunk AU".  Well, given that the title comes from a telegram read out by an officer in "Parade's End," it has a WW1 vibe to it.  But that's on the outer edge of the steampunk era, right??



Air Raids Permitting

“Sir, the air raid has started.  And the Captain …”

“Not now, Jarvis, I’m busy.”  Sir Anthony Stark held the two glasses against the light.  The amber liquid reflected the light beautifully as he swirled each in turn.  “Yes, the one on the left, definitely.”

He turned to his guest.

“See, Doctor Banner, it’s all in the way the light refracts off the molecules.  In the Ardbeg there is just the slightest deviation into the ochre spectrum, compared to the Glenfiddich.  And it’s that peculiar deviation …”

“Sir, Captain Rogers is quite insistent.  He requires your authorization to deploy the Iron Man.  Sir.”

The sound of a zeppelin engine fractured the night, accompanied by the ack-ack-ack of the unit’s Thompson guns and an ominous rumble.  The rumble ended in a percussive shockwave that caused the tent walls to flutter for a moment, followed by the muffled sound of an explosion.

“I said, not now, Jarvis.  I am conducting an important science experiment with our guest, and failure to conclude it properly would make him very angry.  And believe me, you do not want to see Dr. Banner angry.”

“I can wait,” the Doctor said, with a sideways glance at Sir Anthony’s batman.  “Air raids are … important too.  Aren’t they?”

Sir Anthony sighed heavily.

Nothing is more important than being able to identify the correct single malt on sight.  Your life, or more precisely, your happiness might depend on it some day.”

Another explosion shook the ground and the tent flap few open.  A tall figure covered in mud stood at the entrance, breathing heavily.

“General,” the Captain pressed out, gulping for air.  “The Iron Man?”

The Doctor cast a questioning glance at his host, who gave a deprecating shrug and a little eyeroll.

“It’s what we call our big artillery piece.  Sort of like a gun.  It takes a while to get warmed up, but once it does …”

He turned to the Captain.  “Fine.  Power it up.  Don’t forget to arm the repulsors this time.  And in the meantime, tell that sniper of yours to earn his pay.  Now, Doctor Banner, as for the Balvenie, you will see …”

Captain Rogers saluted sharply and stood still for a few seconds, catching his breath, before heading back to the outer trenches at a crisp trot.

The zeppelins had multiplied in the night; the lights of the single Thor biplane that Headquarters had allotted them illuminated the whale-shaped hulls at irregular intervals.  The pilot was obviously looking for appropriate target points, but having to keep the rickety contraption in the air seemed to command most of his attention.  At best, he served as a distraction to the enemy bombers that were increasingly finding their target.

Rogers reached the end of the trench – closest to the enemy dugouts -- where the sniper’s nest was located.

“Sergeant Barton,” he bellowed.  “General’s orders.  Fire at will!”

Barton spat a curse that caused his companion to turn her head.

“Vat?” she asked, her Russian accent occasionally made stronger by the adrenaline coursing through both their veins.  Barton liked it.  In fact, he liked it a lot.

“Seems like our fearless leadership has decided, first of all, that we may shoot at the ships that are kicking our butts and second, that the thing to use against an aerial attack is … a bow and arrow.”

“Well, that is what we’ll use then.”

The redheaded corporal nodded decisively.  Women were still rare in the army, rarer still at the front, and never got promoted to officer status no matter their merit.  This one had proven her mettle more than any of the men Barton had ever worked with; they had become quite a team over the last few months, ever since Budapest.  She could have won the war weeks ago, yet here she was, a non-commissioned officer in the trenches.

“I don’t see how,” he said.  “I mean, I’m good, but …”

“What are zeppelins made of?”  Romanoff asked him.  “Skin around gas, right?”

“Pretty much.  Or so Lieutenant Coulson says.”

“So – what do you know about gas?”

It burns.

“Flaming arrows?”

Romanoff smiled and started to take off her uniform jacket, cutting the fabric into thin strips.  Barton felt his lips go dry at the sight of her …

Focus, Barton.

She dowsed the strips in the oil they used to keep the guns running in the mud and the rain, and nanded the strips to him, to wrap around his arrowheads in a manner that would not throw off his aim.  That done, she lit a torch and held it high.  Barton had to work very hard indeed to ignore the extent to which she resembled a more attractive version of the Statue of Liberty.

“Ready?”

He nocked an arrow, touched the tip to the torch and let fly.

“Try and hit the ones that are over the enemy trenches,” she reminded him rather unnecessarily.  Two birds, one stone had always been his specialty; it was truly amazing how well they understood one another.

Again and again, they repeated the process; one by one, the air ships went down in balls of fire.  By the time the Iron Man was ready to deploy, none were left.

Barton turned to Romanoff, who had begun to shiver in the cool night.

“So who needs the big guns?” he said as he gallantly (if somewhat regretfully) hung his own jacket over her bare shoulders, and watched her close the buttons over the swell of her breasts.  “You want to get a drink or something to celebrate?”

She reached up to caress his cheek with her oil-smudged hand.

“I could use a drink,” she purred.  “And maybe a gun.  Air raids permitting.”
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