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Title: Wet Hot Avengers Summer
Author:sarea_okelani
Rating: PG-13, for teenagers getting up to what teenagers get up to
Pairings: Clint/Natasha, Tony/Pepper, Thor/Jane, minor Clint/Bobbi and Phil/Cellist, Clint & Coulson, Clint & Tony
Summary: At summer camp, Clint’s met the girl of his dreams. Then he meets her four brothers.
This part, which I managed to get ready earlier than intended, is dedicated to Al-theFreak, who drew some awesome fanart for this story! Yeah... if your dogs were cowering at some point it was because I let out a very loud sound only they could hear.
If you missed them: Part 1 | Part 2
//\\
It’s the last night of their KP duty rotation, and after their shift Clint and Phil sit down to have dinner. Their table isn’t too far from Natasha’s, and Clint tries to catch her eye a couple of times. She either isn’t paying attention or is still miffed, and is deliberately ignoring him.
It’s been two days since he and Tony fought, and she’d been giving them both the cold shoulder ever since. Clint thought she might be thawing a bit, as earlier that afternoon he’d passed by the martial arts room and deliberately looked in, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. She’d just completed a technically perfect reverse-crescent kick, earning the praise of her instructor, and turned to join the rest of her classmates at the back of the room while another student came up to take her place. She saw him, and he’d given her a hesitant smile, uncertain if he’d get snubbed again. But she met his eyes this time, and she seemed to offer a half smile. She could have easily just been smiling at one of her classmates, but Clint chose to believe it was for him.
“Hey, mind if I join you?” Bobbi stands by their table, holding a tray.
“Sure,” Clint says, while Phil gives him a knowing look that Clint ignores. Since Phil doesn’t look like he’s going to budge, and Bobbi is looking at Clint expectantly, he slides over on the bench so she can sit next to him.
“I’m so glad we don’t have KP anymore,” says Bobbi. “Though getting to spend time with you guys is nice.”
Phil and Bobbi are both looking at Clint expectantly. “Uh, yeah,” he says, not really sure what else to say.
“You guys should come and visit me some time,” Bobbi says. “It gets so lonely, there’s only three of us.”
Clint remembers then that Bobbi is taking a course in first aid. “You want us to break our legs or something, so we can hang out at the infirmary?” he jokes.
Bobbi makes a face. “You don’t have to be hurt to come by,” she says. “Anyway, it looks like you could have used my help. What happened?” She reaches out to touch the corner of Clint’s eye, which he knows is bruised.
He turns away, uncomfortable with Bobbi touching him when Natasha can easily look up and see them. Though Natasha might not actually care about seeing him with another girl, Clint did. “Don’t worry about it,” he says. When he glances up toward Natasha’s table, she’s talking to Pepper and doesn’t seem to know that Clint is even there.
After they finish eating, Phil excuses himself with another of his annoying knowing looks, and Clint’s about to do the same – he wants to get back to the cabin before the others and possibly get in some more practice time – but Bobbi grabs his arm once they’re out the door and asks if he’ll walk her to her cabin. The girls’ cabins are clustered on the other side of the classrooms, which takes him out of the way enough that he probably won’t be able to practice tonight. Still, he isn’t enough of an asshole to refuse.
It’s a balmy night so they’re still comfortable in their daytime clothes. Clint keeps having to stop and wait for Bobbi to catch up, realizing that he’s walking much faster than she is. He makes himself shorten his stride so they can walk side by side, though part of him is impatient to get going.
At the point where the road forks, one path leading to the girls’ cabins, the other to the lake, Bobbi moves ahead to take the latter. “Let’s go out to the lake for a bit,” she says. “Get our feet wet.”
“Nah,” says Clint. “Let’s just get back.”
“Oh come on, Clint, just for a little while. Please?”
Clint sighs. It’s not Bobbi’s fault that he’s not in the greatest of moods due to the situation with Natasha. Bobbi’s been nothing but nice to Clint, and he’s sure Phil’s wrong about how Bobbi feels about him, so he follows her with only slight reluctance to the lake.
“God, it’s so beautiful,” Bobbi breathes, and Clint has to agree. The moon is huge, reflecting clearly off the calm waters of the lake and providing plenty of light in the darkness. “Come on.” Bobbi kicks off her flip flops and urges Clint to do the same.
They carry their shoes with them as they wade into shallow water, and Clint has to admit that the cool liquid feels nice on his tired feet. They’ve only gone about ten yards when Bobbi suddenly stops. She turns and there’s a look of determination on her face.
“Clint, I want to tell you—” she starts, and all Clint can think is, Oh crap, Phil was right. It was bizarre, none of the girls at any of his various schools have ever shown him one iota of interest, so the fact that not one, but two, girls seem to want a piece of him this summer is something he isn’t quite sure how to handle.
Thinking he can forestall the confession, Clint says, “Are you going to do anything for the talent show?”
Bobbi frowns. “No. Clint, listen. I... I like you. I’ve liked you ever since we met,” she blurts all in a rush, as if to get it all out before she can change her mind.
“Bobbi—”
She seems to know what he’s going to say and doesn’t let him finish. Instead she steps forward quickly, gets on her tiptoes and puts her arms around him.
Clint doesn’t push her away immediately; he’s too shocked. The kiss isn’t offensive; is pleasant, even, and being a teenage boy part of him is tempted to let it go on. But on a deeper level it just doesn’t feel right, it doesn’t make him forget everything, which is what happens when he’s with Natasha, and knowing what it can be like, he can’t settle for this. It would be unfair to Bobbi, unfair to Natasha, and unfair to himself. So he puts his hands on her shoulders, intending to gently push her off him. But Bobbi seems to know all his moves in advance, and she deflects the attempt by catching his hands in hers and quickly placing them on her chest so that his palms are pressing against her breasts. He can feel her nipples through the thin shirt she’s wearing.
More firmly, Clint breaks off the kiss and wrenches his hands from hers, only to realize that they are not alone. Natasha is staring at them from about a dozen feet away, a closed-off look on her face. Not far behind her is her brother Bruce. Clint’s heart is pounding in his chest. No no no no no no no no no no his brain says, and out loud he says, “Tasha, this isn’t – you have to believe me – we weren’t—” Except you were, his brain supplies unhelpfully. As he’s speaking she’s making her way over to him, and part of him hopes that she’s going to put her arms around him and say that it’s okay, she understands exactly what has happened.
But she’s moving too quickly, with too much purpose, and she lets fly a left hook that sends Clint crashing down into the water, his cheek blooming in pain, his knee scraping against sand. Déjà vu, he thinks dazedly. Bobbi exclaims “Ohmygod!” and immediately bends down to see if he’s okay. Clint can hear her babbling in his ear but he doesn’t take in a word as he watches Natasha’s eyes get suspiciously bright before she turns and walks away quickly. Clint doesn’t see any point in going after her; she’s obviously not in any mood to listen to explanations, and he suspects that he will do more harm than good if he tries.
“Well,” says Bruce, with no little satisfaction, “I was gonna do that, but now I don’t have to.” He follows the same path his sister took.
“Are they crazy?” Bobbi exclaims. “You should go to the infirmary, we can get you some ice...”
“Bobbi,” Clint interrupts, feeling exhausted all of a sudden, “I’m fine. I don’t need to go to the infirmary. I’ll get some ice from the cafeteria.”
“Are you sure?” She keeps a hand on his arm as Clint gets up from the water.
“Yeah. Listen, I’ll see you later, okay?” Clint pulls away from her, and he’s relieved when she lets him go without bringing up the topic of her feelings again.
Changing out of his wet clothes, listening to his cabin mates talk about the various things that they experienced that day, Clint for the first time in his life wishes he had more experience with girls. Maybe then he wouldn’t have fucked things up so royally with Natasha, or been able to recognize what was going on with Bobbi earlier or known how to let her down without making things so messy.
After lights out, the inevitable discussion about girls begins, the same as every night, and Clint tries to tune the other guys out, his stomach writhing as if it’s full of snakes. He listens to them talk about this girl or that, even hears Natasha’s name at one point, and gets some good-natured ribbing about how he never participates in the discussion, which either means he must be gay or that girls just find him unattractive.
Clint ignores these jibes, telling himself that he’ll fix things with Natasha tomorrow, that it will all be better then.
//\\
It’s not better.
If anything, it’s worse. When he happens to see Natasha, she alternately ignores him or gives him looks that shrivel his balls. He actually gets up the nerve to approach her once or twice, but her brothers close ranks around her and she lets them. Clint goes to his favorite spot in the clearing to practice his guitar, hoping she’ll come to him on her own terms, but she never shows.
Desperate, on the third day, he skips out of his guitar session a few minutes early so he can try and catch her during her martial arts class. There are five practice dummies arrayed around the room, and while the other students are practicing measured, deliberate hits, Natasha is beating the shit out of hers. In good form, it must be said, but she’s getting alarmed looks from some of the students though her instructor looks quite pleased.
“She’s pretending it’s your face,” someone says from behind Clint. It’s Tony, wearing an insufferable smirk. "You can actually see a resemblance."
Clint wants to wipe that smirk off the other boy's face, but it would just give Natasha more reason to be mad at him, and anyway, he has to admit Tony’s probably right.
Natasha blows a wisp of hair out of her face, then gives the dummy one last vicious punch before walking away to drink some water.
Clint goes back to his cabin. It’s empty so he sits on his bed to practice Anji, but he can’t concentrate and keeps messing up, even the parts that haven’t given him any trouble up until now.
Rather than continue to butcher the song when he’s so distracted, he puts his guitar away and lies on his bed. Through the open window he can hear other campers calling out to each other in happy tones as they make plans to go to the lake, meet by the snack bar, start up a game of soccer, or otherwise occupy themselves. Clint has no desire to join them.
Instead he looks at the sky through the window and thinks about all the brief moments he’s shared with Natasha until his eyelids feel heavy and blissful unconsciousness takes him away.
Author:
sarea_okelaniRating: PG-13, for teenagers getting up to what teenagers get up to
Pairings: Clint/Natasha, Tony/Pepper, Thor/Jane, minor Clint/Bobbi and Phil/Cellist, Clint & Coulson, Clint & Tony
Summary: At summer camp, Clint’s met the girl of his dreams. Then he meets her four brothers.
This part, which I managed to get ready earlier than intended, is dedicated to Al-theFreak, who drew some awesome fanart for this story! Yeah... if your dogs were cowering at some point it was because I let out a very loud sound only they could hear.
If you missed them: Part 1 | Part 2
//\\
It’s the last night of their KP duty rotation, and after their shift Clint and Phil sit down to have dinner. Their table isn’t too far from Natasha’s, and Clint tries to catch her eye a couple of times. She either isn’t paying attention or is still miffed, and is deliberately ignoring him.
It’s been two days since he and Tony fought, and she’d been giving them both the cold shoulder ever since. Clint thought she might be thawing a bit, as earlier that afternoon he’d passed by the martial arts room and deliberately looked in, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. She’d just completed a technically perfect reverse-crescent kick, earning the praise of her instructor, and turned to join the rest of her classmates at the back of the room while another student came up to take her place. She saw him, and he’d given her a hesitant smile, uncertain if he’d get snubbed again. But she met his eyes this time, and she seemed to offer a half smile. She could have easily just been smiling at one of her classmates, but Clint chose to believe it was for him.
“Hey, mind if I join you?” Bobbi stands by their table, holding a tray.
“Sure,” Clint says, while Phil gives him a knowing look that Clint ignores. Since Phil doesn’t look like he’s going to budge, and Bobbi is looking at Clint expectantly, he slides over on the bench so she can sit next to him.
“I’m so glad we don’t have KP anymore,” says Bobbi. “Though getting to spend time with you guys is nice.”
Phil and Bobbi are both looking at Clint expectantly. “Uh, yeah,” he says, not really sure what else to say.
“You guys should come and visit me some time,” Bobbi says. “It gets so lonely, there’s only three of us.”
Clint remembers then that Bobbi is taking a course in first aid. “You want us to break our legs or something, so we can hang out at the infirmary?” he jokes.
Bobbi makes a face. “You don’t have to be hurt to come by,” she says. “Anyway, it looks like you could have used my help. What happened?” She reaches out to touch the corner of Clint’s eye, which he knows is bruised.
He turns away, uncomfortable with Bobbi touching him when Natasha can easily look up and see them. Though Natasha might not actually care about seeing him with another girl, Clint did. “Don’t worry about it,” he says. When he glances up toward Natasha’s table, she’s talking to Pepper and doesn’t seem to know that Clint is even there.
After they finish eating, Phil excuses himself with another of his annoying knowing looks, and Clint’s about to do the same – he wants to get back to the cabin before the others and possibly get in some more practice time – but Bobbi grabs his arm once they’re out the door and asks if he’ll walk her to her cabin. The girls’ cabins are clustered on the other side of the classrooms, which takes him out of the way enough that he probably won’t be able to practice tonight. Still, he isn’t enough of an asshole to refuse.
It’s a balmy night so they’re still comfortable in their daytime clothes. Clint keeps having to stop and wait for Bobbi to catch up, realizing that he’s walking much faster than she is. He makes himself shorten his stride so they can walk side by side, though part of him is impatient to get going.
At the point where the road forks, one path leading to the girls’ cabins, the other to the lake, Bobbi moves ahead to take the latter. “Let’s go out to the lake for a bit,” she says. “Get our feet wet.”
“Nah,” says Clint. “Let’s just get back.”
“Oh come on, Clint, just for a little while. Please?”
Clint sighs. It’s not Bobbi’s fault that he’s not in the greatest of moods due to the situation with Natasha. Bobbi’s been nothing but nice to Clint, and he’s sure Phil’s wrong about how Bobbi feels about him, so he follows her with only slight reluctance to the lake.
“God, it’s so beautiful,” Bobbi breathes, and Clint has to agree. The moon is huge, reflecting clearly off the calm waters of the lake and providing plenty of light in the darkness. “Come on.” Bobbi kicks off her flip flops and urges Clint to do the same.
They carry their shoes with them as they wade into shallow water, and Clint has to admit that the cool liquid feels nice on his tired feet. They’ve only gone about ten yards when Bobbi suddenly stops. She turns and there’s a look of determination on her face.
“Clint, I want to tell you—” she starts, and all Clint can think is, Oh crap, Phil was right. It was bizarre, none of the girls at any of his various schools have ever shown him one iota of interest, so the fact that not one, but two, girls seem to want a piece of him this summer is something he isn’t quite sure how to handle.
Thinking he can forestall the confession, Clint says, “Are you going to do anything for the talent show?”
Bobbi frowns. “No. Clint, listen. I... I like you. I’ve liked you ever since we met,” she blurts all in a rush, as if to get it all out before she can change her mind.
“Bobbi—”
She seems to know what he’s going to say and doesn’t let him finish. Instead she steps forward quickly, gets on her tiptoes and puts her arms around him.
Clint doesn’t push her away immediately; he’s too shocked. The kiss isn’t offensive; is pleasant, even, and being a teenage boy part of him is tempted to let it go on. But on a deeper level it just doesn’t feel right, it doesn’t make him forget everything, which is what happens when he’s with Natasha, and knowing what it can be like, he can’t settle for this. It would be unfair to Bobbi, unfair to Natasha, and unfair to himself. So he puts his hands on her shoulders, intending to gently push her off him. But Bobbi seems to know all his moves in advance, and she deflects the attempt by catching his hands in hers and quickly placing them on her chest so that his palms are pressing against her breasts. He can feel her nipples through the thin shirt she’s wearing.
More firmly, Clint breaks off the kiss and wrenches his hands from hers, only to realize that they are not alone. Natasha is staring at them from about a dozen feet away, a closed-off look on her face. Not far behind her is her brother Bruce. Clint’s heart is pounding in his chest. No no no no no no no no no no his brain says, and out loud he says, “Tasha, this isn’t – you have to believe me – we weren’t—” Except you were, his brain supplies unhelpfully. As he’s speaking she’s making her way over to him, and part of him hopes that she’s going to put her arms around him and say that it’s okay, she understands exactly what has happened.
But she’s moving too quickly, with too much purpose, and she lets fly a left hook that sends Clint crashing down into the water, his cheek blooming in pain, his knee scraping against sand. Déjà vu, he thinks dazedly. Bobbi exclaims “Ohmygod!” and immediately bends down to see if he’s okay. Clint can hear her babbling in his ear but he doesn’t take in a word as he watches Natasha’s eyes get suspiciously bright before she turns and walks away quickly. Clint doesn’t see any point in going after her; she’s obviously not in any mood to listen to explanations, and he suspects that he will do more harm than good if he tries.
“Well,” says Bruce, with no little satisfaction, “I was gonna do that, but now I don’t have to.” He follows the same path his sister took.
“Are they crazy?” Bobbi exclaims. “You should go to the infirmary, we can get you some ice...”
“Bobbi,” Clint interrupts, feeling exhausted all of a sudden, “I’m fine. I don’t need to go to the infirmary. I’ll get some ice from the cafeteria.”
“Are you sure?” She keeps a hand on his arm as Clint gets up from the water.
“Yeah. Listen, I’ll see you later, okay?” Clint pulls away from her, and he’s relieved when she lets him go without bringing up the topic of her feelings again.
Changing out of his wet clothes, listening to his cabin mates talk about the various things that they experienced that day, Clint for the first time in his life wishes he had more experience with girls. Maybe then he wouldn’t have fucked things up so royally with Natasha, or been able to recognize what was going on with Bobbi earlier or known how to let her down without making things so messy.
After lights out, the inevitable discussion about girls begins, the same as every night, and Clint tries to tune the other guys out, his stomach writhing as if it’s full of snakes. He listens to them talk about this girl or that, even hears Natasha’s name at one point, and gets some good-natured ribbing about how he never participates in the discussion, which either means he must be gay or that girls just find him unattractive.
Clint ignores these jibes, telling himself that he’ll fix things with Natasha tomorrow, that it will all be better then.
//\\
It’s not better.
If anything, it’s worse. When he happens to see Natasha, she alternately ignores him or gives him looks that shrivel his balls. He actually gets up the nerve to approach her once or twice, but her brothers close ranks around her and she lets them. Clint goes to his favorite spot in the clearing to practice his guitar, hoping she’ll come to him on her own terms, but she never shows.
Desperate, on the third day, he skips out of his guitar session a few minutes early so he can try and catch her during her martial arts class. There are five practice dummies arrayed around the room, and while the other students are practicing measured, deliberate hits, Natasha is beating the shit out of hers. In good form, it must be said, but she’s getting alarmed looks from some of the students though her instructor looks quite pleased.
“She’s pretending it’s your face,” someone says from behind Clint. It’s Tony, wearing an insufferable smirk. "You can actually see a resemblance."
Clint wants to wipe that smirk off the other boy's face, but it would just give Natasha more reason to be mad at him, and anyway, he has to admit Tony’s probably right.
Natasha blows a wisp of hair out of her face, then gives the dummy one last vicious punch before walking away to drink some water.
Clint goes back to his cabin. It’s empty so he sits on his bed to practice Anji, but he can’t concentrate and keeps messing up, even the parts that haven’t given him any trouble up until now.
Rather than continue to butcher the song when he’s so distracted, he puts his guitar away and lies on his bed. Through the open window he can hear other campers calling out to each other in happy tones as they make plans to go to the lake, meet by the snack bar, start up a game of soccer, or otherwise occupy themselves. Clint has no desire to join them.
Instead he looks at the sky through the window and thinks about all the brief moments he’s shared with Natasha until his eyelids feel heavy and blissful unconsciousness takes him away.
