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Avengers Minis	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 39138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Hidden Toy and Love
Fandom: Avengers
Chapter: 1
Characters: Natasha, Clint
Word Count: 1557
Warnings: sex toy
AN: Ready to giggle with me?

Good! Enjoy!

(There’s only 5 chapters, the last one is smut, so ff.net your fucked on that chapter.)

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Walking through Phil’s smaller apartment, which he hadn’t been in outside of getting hurt so badly that he had to be taken cared of for the first week, Clint pursed his lips, bored out of his mind about what was going on. Natasha sighed and shook her head in some amusement.

“Come along, Clint, you should be laying down,” she said, giving her friend an amused look as he rolled his eyes.

“I’m bored, Nat,” Clint whined, adjusting his new hearing aid. It worked better than the ones that most had, but they were still in some minor testing, which he was doing for Tony. The man had taken one look at his hearing aids and gone onto researching and discovery of things. It had come to an end with Tony knowing quite a bit about how hearing aids worked and having a working hearing aid that was now in testing.

Natasha sighed and put her book to the side since she had been reading for the day, pushing herself up and off of the couch that Phil had bought when he had become the Avengers handler. Looking around, she smirked. “Alright, let’s do something,” she drawled, Clint blinking at her. “I’ve always wondered what is in his drawers. His night stand drawers to be precise but we’ve never had the time to go through them.”

Clint’s eyebrow rose. “And since he’s not here?” he asked, his own lips curling into a smug smirk. “Yeah, sure, let’s do this.”

Carefully padding into Phil’s bedroom, one of two bedrooms outside of the bedroom turned office, he pushed open the door and noticed that the blinds were drawn shut. Reaching out, he flipped the lights on, glad that the man preferred to use a normal dimmer switch instead of JARVIS to deal with his lights. Natasha slipped around him with curious eyes, scanning over the black blanket with the lighter gray sheets under it and the matching pillow cases.

Humming in amusement, she headed for one set of the drawers while Clint hobbled to the other, kneeling carefully down so he wasn’t bent over and annoying his ribs. He would have been in his own apartment that came with being an Avenger, but it was being worked on. Tony was having a few safe spots installed after Phil suggested it. He had done the same thing with the communal space, which meant that Clint had plenty of high spots when he wanted to perch.

Pulling open the bottom drawer, he shifted through the items. Phil didn’t have much in the way of things in there. A locked box that probably held his personal firearm that he carried on him while on duty, a couple boxes of unopened tissues, and a few other odds and ends.

Closing the drawer after making sure it didn’t look to disturbed, he opened the top drawer just as Natasha made an amused sound. “It looks as if our dear Philip J. Coulson is indeed a human male,” she drawled. Clint looking over at her with a raised eyebrow as she carefully lifted a toy out of the drawer.

Clint snorted. “Just not a human male, but probably a bi or pansexual human male. That’s a nice vibrator and high end to,” he drawled, shaking his head with a smile. “Oh, lookie,” he said, looking down into the drawer before him. “I found the accompanying lube that he probably uses. Good stuff to.” He pulled out the bottle and checked how much of it was used and the sale by date. “Not to new. This date was used about three months ago and it’s only a quarter gone. So not every night or even every other night.”

“Most likely ever few nights when we are free or when he is free from working on paperwork for us,” Natasha mused, setting the toy back into the drawer. Digging around, she blinked several times at the familiar form of a dick that she knew from personal experience. “Well now…”

Clint looked up as she pulled out a neon blue ‘mold your dildo’ dildo and set it on the base that came with it. He raised an eyebrow as something made him think that he knew that dildo. Not just in shape, but in color and the fact that the base looked a tiny bit…lopsided. As if whoever had done it had done it on their own. “What?” he asked, scowling at the amused smirk on Natasha’s lips. “What?” he whined.

“You really don’t recognize your own dick? Especially one you made while in a drunk, love sick state one night and left Phil on his bed?” she asked, smirking at the blush that was spreading up Clint’s face. “That mold a dick?”

“Holy fuck! He kept that?” he squeaked, eyes wide and slightly freaked out. “Does it looked like it’s used at all?” he asked, pushing his drawer in after he had put the lube back in it and slowly standing.

Natasha rolled her eyes. “I would not have touched it if it looked used. No, it was set off to the side and in the back, out of the normal range or reaching for a sex toy,” she said, placing the toy back when she saw the time. “Come on. I need to make food and it’s time for your pain killer for the moment,” she said, shooing the still shell shocked Clint out of the bedroom, turning off the lights behind them.

“Why do you think he kept it?” he asked, hissing the words as he stared at her wide eyed. Natasha shrugged.

“I have no idea,” she admitted. “The man is still an enigma even after all of these years working under him,” she said. “He either kept it for later study to figure out who the hell had given him a ‘mold your dick’ dildo. Or he knows who it was and kept it for himself for future use. Or maybe he wants to keep it as blackmail. You never know what is going with that man. He’s better at keeping his secrets his own better than I can.”

Clint made a soft dying sound and shook his head, burying his face into his hands with a whimper. “I can’t believe this. I really can’t. Why me?” he asked as he was gently pushed onto the recliner. He allowed her to move the recliner into a better position for his comfort before she went to grab his pills and something to drink for him. Handing him the pill and water, she patted his shoulders.

“Because fate likes to play with you?” she asked teasingly, getting a soft moan from him before he took his pill and shifted around in the seat with a pout. “You rest and let the pill work. I’ll make some grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. I picked up some of your favorite,” she told him, getting a small smile from him.

Leaving him to relax, she walked into the kitchen, found the soup from the deli that she had picked up, cheese, butter, bread and some deli lunch meat. It didn’t take her very long to have the soup hot, and two meat and cheese sandwiches on a tray. Carrying out their lunch, she put the tray over Clint’s lap, smiling at the fact that he was relaxed, and took her own bowl and plate.

“Do you think he knows it was me?” he asked after dipping half of the grilled cheese into his soup to sop up some of the thick liquid.

Natasha ate some of the soup carefully before swallowing. “Yes.” The moan of pain made her smirk and turn back to her own food once more.
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