give me a clintasha wing!au where everyone has wings but only certain people can see them (like, you have to be level 10 friend to be able to see my wings type shit) and everyone kind of assumes what someone’s wings are going to look like based on their personality - it’s not something you ever say out loud but it’s 100% something that everyone does.
Everyone kind of assumes that Clint will have these scrappy little wings, probably shorter and brown or speckled. Bent feathers all over the place and all that jazz. On the other hand, Natasha’s wings are widely supposed to be jet-black and gorgeous. Long tertiary feathers that shine blue-purple in the sunlight and strong enough to kill a man (obviously).
And after Clint and Natasha have been partners for a good long time, after they’ve saved each other more times than either of them is willing to admit, Clint shows her his wings. And they’re just breathtaking. White and pure and huge. They get in the way sometimes, but they’re just so Clint and Natasha can’t believe that she ever thought that they would look any different.
It takes Natasha longer to reveal hers because she’s always held her secrets closer to the chest, but when she finally does, they’re a mangled disaster. The feathers used to be white, once, but now they’re oil-spotted and limp. Small and sad and an absolute mess. “This is what happens when you’ve got as much red in your ledger as I have,” Natasha says, expecting Clint to flinch away. Instead he takes her into her arms and that’s the first time that they kiss, his enormous wings enveloping all of her.
It takes years, and neither of them every really say anything but they both notice, but eventually Natasha’s wings start to heal.
(inspired by this post)