MCU Ficlet: Reclaimed
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Title: Reclaimed
Author:kat_lair / MistressKat
Fandom: MCU
Pairings: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson/Natasha Romanov
Tags: Alternate Universe - BDSM,Pre-Poly, Ficlet,Dom Phil Coulson, Dom Natasha Romanov, Sub Clint Barton
Rating: G
Word count: 892
Summary: “You know there are exactly two people in this entire organisation,” Clint continues, “the entire world, that I’ll go down on my knees for and they are both in this room.” It’s not hyperbole, just the stark, unadorned truth. Everyone knows it, even if Natasha has chosen to ignore it until she couldn’t.
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fandomtrees gifts, this one for winter_angst. I'm a sucker for BDSM!AUs so this was very fun to write.
Reclaimed on AO3
“No,” Natasha says when Coulson outlines the assignment. “I cannot do it. Pick someone else.”
Phil and Clint exchange glances. She’s holding herself very still, leaning against the chair back, hands resting lightly on the arms of it, legs crossed, a perfect display of casual confidence despite her words.
“Agent Romanoff,” Coulson starts, “Agent Barton is already in, and we know the… delicate situation his cover places him in. Besides, the mission parameters are such that there is no one else with the requisite skills that could feasibly—”
“Wouldn’t matter even if there was,” Clint interrupts. “I won’t do it with anyone else.” He looks at Phil and sees understanding on his face, and then at Nat who isn’t meeting his yes. Part of Clint wants to push for it but she’s already past the edge of her comfort zone, and given the circumstances, he better start the way he intends to carry on, by thinking his actions through when he can. There’s a time and place for pushing Natasha’s limits but this is not it.
“You know there are exactly two people in this entire organisation,” Clint continues, “the entire world, that I’ll go down on my knees for and they are both in this room.” It’s not hyperbole, just the stark, unadorned truth. Everyone knows it, even if Natasha has chosen to ignore it until she couldn’t.
That the point where deliberate ignorance is no longer an option has been forced on them because of a case, is not ideal, but very little in their lives has been that. As always, it’s up to them to make the best of the situation regardless.
And just because Natasha doesn’t yet trust that there’s an opportunity to do just that here, simply means that it’s up to Clint to convince her, to show her. That’s what partners do.
“Then Coulson can do it,” she says, terse.
And he could, most of it certainly. He and Clint have an… arrangement. One that started out of necessity but quickly deepened into something more, something that neither of them have really taken the time to define or talk about. Clint’s not sure what Phil’s reasons for not approaching the subject are but he suspects they are same as his.
Natasha.
“I’m needed to run the op,” Coulson says now, gentle, but firm. “Agent Romanoff…” He sighs, starts again. “Natasha. You know the S.H.I.E.L.D. have not asked this of you before. I have made sure of that. But now… You are the best option. The only option. Clint’s gone as deep as he can on his own, but the group is old-fashioned, traditional.” The disgust in Phil’s voice is plain and everything about it warms Clint to his core. It seems to relax Nat too. “They won’t let an unattached sub any further. One with a dom with a matching skillset however…”
Nat’s gaze flicks to Clint briefly. “I haven’t… I don’t know how… I’m not a dom. They took that from me.”
As always, the reminder of the Red Room’s atrocities makes Clint nauseous. They had taken girls regardless of their orientation and coerced them all into a mockery of submission. He doesn’t know if that’s worse for those who’d been subs anyway or those, like Natasha, who’d been forced to go against their nature. Hadn’t worked though, he thinks with a fierce flash of pride in his partner. She’d broken free.
“Then take it back,” Coulson says. “You’ve done it with everything else already. You are stronger than them. It’s time, Agent Romanoff, to claim this final part of yourself.”
Natasha hesitates. Her posture softens as she lets herself come out from behind the emotionless mask that had dropped into place as soon as the exact details of the mission had become clear.
“You won’t have to do it on your own.” Phil’s leaning forward now, encouraging. “Trust your instincts.”
Natasha draws in a deep, shuddering breath, and when she lets it out, there’s a new kind of focus in her eyes. She sits up, uncrossing her legs and then, with purposefulness that takes Clint’s breath away, she spreads them just enough create a space between that’s the perfect size for…
Her gaze drifts to Clint, catching his with the ease of years of shared danger and hard-won trust. Slowly, she places a hand on her knee, turns it palm up, her fingers unfurling in invitation, one that Clint had been waiting for without even realising.
It hits him like a wave, and with a choked off sob he slides off his chair, onto his knees, without any conscious decision to do so. Distantly, he’s aware of the low, satisfied hum from Phil as he crawls across the short distance to Natasha, presses his face into her open palm, his eyelids fluttering close at their own volition as her familiar scent envelopes him.
“Clint, she murmurs his name like a secret, voice full of awe and gratitude and something rarer still as Clint settles onto his knees in the vee of her legs, wrapping a hand around her ankle, mind already growing hazy.
“Look at you,” Phil’s tone matches hers, “so good,” and Clint knows he doesn’t mean just for the op. “Perfect,” Phil says, and Clint knows they are, finally, all three of them as they should be.
***
Title: Reclaimed
Author:
kat_lair / MistressKatFandom: MCU
Pairings: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson/Natasha Romanov
Tags: Alternate Universe - BDSM,Pre-Poly, Ficlet,Dom Phil Coulson, Dom Natasha Romanov, Sub Clint Barton
Rating: G
Word count: 892
Summary: “You know there are exactly two people in this entire organisation,” Clint continues, “the entire world, that I’ll go down on my knees for and they are both in this room.” It’s not hyperbole, just the stark, unadorned truth. Everyone knows it, even if Natasha has chosen to ignore it until she couldn’t.
Author notes: Second of the
fandomtrees gifts, this one for winter_angst. I'm a sucker for BDSM!AUs so this was very fun to write.Reclaimed on AO3
“No,” Natasha says when Coulson outlines the assignment. “I cannot do it. Pick someone else.”
Phil and Clint exchange glances. She’s holding herself very still, leaning against the chair back, hands resting lightly on the arms of it, legs crossed, a perfect display of casual confidence despite her words.
“Agent Romanoff,” Coulson starts, “Agent Barton is already in, and we know the… delicate situation his cover places him in. Besides, the mission parameters are such that there is no one else with the requisite skills that could feasibly—”
“Wouldn’t matter even if there was,” Clint interrupts. “I won’t do it with anyone else.” He looks at Phil and sees understanding on his face, and then at Nat who isn’t meeting his yes. Part of Clint wants to push for it but she’s already past the edge of her comfort zone, and given the circumstances, he better start the way he intends to carry on, by thinking his actions through when he can. There’s a time and place for pushing Natasha’s limits but this is not it.
“You know there are exactly two people in this entire organisation,” Clint continues, “the entire world, that I’ll go down on my knees for and they are both in this room.” It’s not hyperbole, just the stark, unadorned truth. Everyone knows it, even if Natasha has chosen to ignore it until she couldn’t.
That the point where deliberate ignorance is no longer an option has been forced on them because of a case, is not ideal, but very little in their lives has been that. As always, it’s up to them to make the best of the situation regardless.
And just because Natasha doesn’t yet trust that there’s an opportunity to do just that here, simply means that it’s up to Clint to convince her, to show her. That’s what partners do.
“Then Coulson can do it,” she says, terse.
And he could, most of it certainly. He and Clint have an… arrangement. One that started out of necessity but quickly deepened into something more, something that neither of them have really taken the time to define or talk about. Clint’s not sure what Phil’s reasons for not approaching the subject are but he suspects they are same as his.
Natasha.
“I’m needed to run the op,” Coulson says now, gentle, but firm. “Agent Romanoff…” He sighs, starts again. “Natasha. You know the S.H.I.E.L.D. have not asked this of you before. I have made sure of that. But now… You are the best option. The only option. Clint’s gone as deep as he can on his own, but the group is old-fashioned, traditional.” The disgust in Phil’s voice is plain and everything about it warms Clint to his core. It seems to relax Nat too. “They won’t let an unattached sub any further. One with a dom with a matching skillset however…”
Nat’s gaze flicks to Clint briefly. “I haven’t… I don’t know how… I’m not a dom. They took that from me.”
As always, the reminder of the Red Room’s atrocities makes Clint nauseous. They had taken girls regardless of their orientation and coerced them all into a mockery of submission. He doesn’t know if that’s worse for those who’d been subs anyway or those, like Natasha, who’d been forced to go against their nature. Hadn’t worked though, he thinks with a fierce flash of pride in his partner. She’d broken free.
“Then take it back,” Coulson says. “You’ve done it with everything else already. You are stronger than them. It’s time, Agent Romanoff, to claim this final part of yourself.”
Natasha hesitates. Her posture softens as she lets herself come out from behind the emotionless mask that had dropped into place as soon as the exact details of the mission had become clear.
“You won’t have to do it on your own.” Phil’s leaning forward now, encouraging. “Trust your instincts.”
Natasha draws in a deep, shuddering breath, and when she lets it out, there’s a new kind of focus in her eyes. She sits up, uncrossing her legs and then, with purposefulness that takes Clint’s breath away, she spreads them just enough create a space between that’s the perfect size for…
Her gaze drifts to Clint, catching his with the ease of years of shared danger and hard-won trust. Slowly, she places a hand on her knee, turns it palm up, her fingers unfurling in invitation, one that Clint had been waiting for without even realising.
It hits him like a wave, and with a choked off sob he slides off his chair, onto his knees, without any conscious decision to do so. Distantly, he’s aware of the low, satisfied hum from Phil as he crawls across the short distance to Natasha, presses his face into her open palm, his eyelids fluttering close at their own volition as her familiar scent envelopes him.
“Clint, she murmurs his name like a secret, voice full of awe and gratitude and something rarer still as Clint settles onto his knees in the vee of her legs, wrapping a hand around her ankle, mind already growing hazy.
“Look at you,” Phil’s tone matches hers, “so good,” and Clint knows he doesn’t mean just for the op. “Perfect,” Phil says, and Clint knows they are, finally, all three of them as they should be.
***