allofthefeelings:

teaberryblue:

intosnarkness:

okay, what about clint barton getting assigned to an op with a new partner

and they have to go undercover as a married couple

clint doesn’t want to. in fact, he has the exact opposite of wanting to. he hates playing domestic

except, this time it’s easy. they mesh well. they work well together. and when it turns out that helen is using the pta bake sale to spread mind-control nanobots to the other wealthy parents into drones, it’s almost seamless to take her out and save the day

so they go home, and that night he finds himself calling his partner again

“hey,” he says when she picks up. “wanna stay married?”

“sure,” laura says. “come on over.”

When Coulson calls Clint up with a new assignment three weeks later, they’re at brunch. 

“Where are you?” Coulson asks.  “It sounds like a duck pond.”

“I’m at brunch with my wife,” Clint answered, making faces at Laura across the table.  She kicks him in the foot. 

“Wife?  What wife?”

“The one you assigned me,” Clint answers.  “Oh, by the way, thanks, Phil.  You should start a dating service.”

Eventually, Laura suggests, after several more months of confused phone calls from people who hang up with the mistaken notion that they must be at brunch for a mission that
hey, maybe they should actually get a piece of paper that says they’re
married and not just confuse people all the time.  

At first Clint is baffled by this.

They get to go on dates and no one ever interrupts them with stupid paperwork questions while they’re out.

“But if they think we’re on a long-term undercover gig, we’re not going to get other projects,” Laura points out. Also, they could have really good cake at their wedding. A fake marriage doesn’t have wedding cake.

Clint agrees on the condition that the cake is purple.