Clint-and-Natasha Part 2
Natasha and Clint were like yin and yang. They were two parts of the same whole. One was light in the way the other was dark. Yet they both had light and dark pieces that complimented each other. This was why Darcy called them spysassin twins in her own mind. The day she let that slip they had both been delighted in characteristically complimentary ways.
Natasha had used her ninja mindreading powers and known that Darcy wanted to make both of them something. Darcy walked into her apartment and a beanie pattern sitting under a plastic Black Widow on her end table counter. At the top of the printout a sneaky someone had stuck a Post It with a golden retriever background with 3/12 written in small precise handwriting.
"3/12?" she texted Natasha. The spider was a giveaway as to who had left the pattern but otherwise she was clueless.
"The day Clint should be back from his mission. Look at your hooks. " her phone buzzed with the reply.
She wandered into her craft room and found two balls of yarn that had already been rolled sitting on the end table next to her crochet hook.
Darcy had a cozy nook set up just for crocheting in the corner of her craft room. An overstuffed leather armchair was paired with an end table where she had all her supplies (including her crochet hooks) tucked away. The yarn was soft and the perfect thickness for beanies. One ball was dappled cream and a red that perfectly matched Natasha`s hair. The second seemed by touch to be the same material as the first, but was the same shade of blue as Clint`s eyes. Apparently Natasha knew that Darcy wanted to make something for the spysassin twins but had been stumped as to what. She had a feeling Natasha was also testing her. She wanted to see if Darcy would be scared away.
Natasha was giving her an opportunity. She was showing her the full scope of her terrifying brilliance, letting Darcy know that she could get to her at any time and do things people didn`t have the creativity to have nightmares about at any time. She was saying she valued Darcy enough to trust her with Clint. And she was also showing Darcy that Natasha. Black Widow. SAW. Darcy. She knew that Darcy`s superpower was to love and that Darcy would be able to comprehend all of this.
Darcy did the only thing she could do. She sat down and crocheted a hat for the Black Widow then and there. Then she crocheted one for Clint. She texted the Widow when she was done and waited. Twenty minutes later the Widow showed up at her door. Nevermind the fact that it was 2 AM.
The Widow showed up in her pajamas and followed Darcy into her craft room. Darcy handed her the beanie. Natasha handed Darcy a near identical beanie but in a soft purple matching yarn. Darcy grinned softly. She was absolutely exhausted but her heart was full. That night Darcy slept sounder than she had in a long time stretched full length against Natasha in her bed, both women wearing their matching beanies.
Natasha of course had a plan for when Clint would return from his mission. The mission was apparently a harrowing one, and Darcy as the S in Clintasha`s yin and yang was given the privilege of helping care for Clint when he returned.
Clint stumbled into his apartment bloody and bruised. Natasha was waiting with a first aid kit. She sat on the toilet while he took a fast shower. She held him steady while he dried off.
It wasn`t until Tash was cleaning a split in his eyebrow that his eyes focused and he noticed the hat hiding her curls. "That`s new, " Clint mused.
"Darcy made it, " she told him with a shivering quaver in her voice. Her green eyes focused determinedly on the stitches she was putting in his eyebrow. Clint reached out and swept a hand up and down the outside of her leg reassuringly. When she was done she gently popped his hearing aids out. She set them aside to be cleaned in the morning. Then she scooped up the hat Darcy had made Clint and settled it on his own head placing her habitual kisses over each each earlobe.
Darcy was asleep in what Natasha had referred to as "the nest." She woke briefly when Clint and Natasha joined her. Natasha settled above them to keep watch. Darcy snuggled up with her head on Natasha`s thigh. Clint wrapped around her like a barnacle. "My spysassin twins," Darcy mumbled in contentment. Clint snorted and shook helplessly in hysterical laughter. Natasha leaned down and kissed her on the lips. If Darcy were a witch, this moment would become her Patronus memory. As it was, it went a long way towards soothing her nightmares. But all she did was grumble good naturedly and snuggle back into Hawkeye`s muscular chest and go back to sleep.