Hi! I just checked your AO3 and saw that you have a few Clint/Natasha. They're one of my otps! So I was wondering if you can share your headcanon of Clint/Natasha and Tony/Steve while double dating??? (My phone froze so I'm not sure if you got my earlier ask. If you did pls ignore this and I'm sorry)
Hey! Yes, Clint/Natasha is one of my loves, and I just adore their dynamic.
I feel like they might try double dates at the start, when Steve and Tony first get together, but then they realise what a huge mistake that was because those stupid boys are still in their honeymoon phase and so the entire meal is just full of sickly-sweet pet names and far too much PDA for Clint and Nat to be able to stomach.
They got over their own honeymoon phase two years ago. They can kinda see why people avoided them for those first few months, when they look across the table and see how sickeningly in-love and pathetic they must have looked.
Clint actually speaks up and says something along those lines (Natasha is definitely sure the exact words ‘sickening and pathetic’ were used)- and that’s what starts it all.
The PDA war.
Tony scoffs, and says that the two spies couldn’t be this affectionate if they tried.
He really should have known not to challenge two of the most competitive people in the world.
Natasha shoots one raised eyebrow their way, before winding her hand around Clint’s neck and pulling him in for a positively filthy kiss, her fingers sliding up the man’s shirt teasingly and pulling a soft whine of surprise from Clint’s lips.
When they finally break, Tony just scoffs, looking to Steve and having a non-verbal argument with eye-contact and hand-gestures only, before Steve finally seems to concede and roll his eyes.
“That the best you got? I’m disappointed, Romanov. Let me teach you how it’s done,” he says, before lifting himself off his chair and swinging a leg around, until he’s straddling Steve’s lap and kissing the life out of him.
“Oh, it is on, Stark,” Clint mutters, grabbing Natasha’s chair and spinning it around, their lips crashing together fiercely.
This continues, with each couple trying to one-up the other, until eventually a waiter spots them (Tony’s hands are down Steve’s pants while Steve is sucking a hickey into Tony’s neck, and Clint is currently holding Natasha up against the wall while they heavily make-out) and starts yelling.
Long story and seven threats to call the cops later, they get thrown out. Tony and Natasha try to ask the waiter who was behaving worst- but they just get a door slammed in their face.
“Worth it,” Tony declares, winking at Steve, who just blushes even harder.
“We totally won that, anyway,” Clint says, holding a hand up, which Natasha high-fives without looking.