#lee!nat

Request: Hello ! I Hope you’re fine and you’re doing well :) I saw a headcanon on @ficsandgiggles page about Natasha and Clint and I was wondering if you would be ok to write that ? The fact that Natasha, after the red room, felt so touch starved and afraid of light touch and Clint comforting her with tickles seems so cute to me ! But if you don’t feel comfortable doing that it’s totally fine In understand ! Have a good day :)

Note: Hi! I am doing well and I appreciate you for asking! Thank you for this cute request! I enjoy Natasha and Clint's bond as best friends <3 I apologize for the delay, but I hope you like it!!

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The Red Room was nothing but trauma for Natasha. All the years she was controlled and forced to do horrible things against her will. One of the major results from the Red Room was that Natasha no longer felt safe or comfortable with touch. It was very rare that she would allow someone to touch or even hug her. The only people she allowed to do that were Yelena, Wanda, and Clint at times.

Some days were more difficult than others. Sometimes she wouldn’t even think about her past trauma. Other days she couldn’t stop being reminded. Today was unfortunately one of those days. She was huddled in her room, tears slowly running down her face. She couldn’t help but think about all the time that was stolen from her childhood. Time that she couldn’t get back. 

Just then there was a soft knock at her door.

“Natasha? Can I come in?” 

Natasha got up slowly and opened the door for the unexpected visitor.

Clint was revealed at the door as he slowly stepped inside. The two of them sat on the bed, keeping quiet for a moment.

“Rough day on the mind?” Clint asked, encouraging her to speak about how she was feeling. 

“I just got triggered. It usually doesn’t overwhelm me to this point, but there’s always those days,” Natasha sighed.

“I know you’ve been through a rough childhood. It’s okay to mourn it and even feel jealous of those who were able to have a normal childhood,” Clint said. 

Natasha nodded to show she was listening.

“And I know it’s hard because you can’t change the past. However, you’re free now and you can change your future. You’ve already helped so many young girls not have to go through what you did. That alone is an accomplishment in life not many other people have,” Clint said, softly patting her back.

“Thank you, Clint. That was very sweet of you,” Natasha responded, wiping away her remaining tears.

“Hey, that’s what friends are for. I know Yelena is usually where you go for comfort, but I’m always gonna be here for you, I promise,” Clint said sincerely, opening his arms for a hug.

Natasha embraced him warmly, squeezing him tight. 

“You know, for someone so old you sure can put words together well,” Natasha said cheekily.

Clint rolled his eyes, as he was used to Natasha making fun of his age. However, this sparked an idea in his mind.

“You know what you need? Cheer up tickles,” Clint said, now asking for permission since he knew how traumatized she was from most touch. 

Natasha nodded, telling him to be gentle. Clint promised he would stop whenever she said so. 

He began to softly tickle her sides, making her giggle adorably. 

“Wow, so that hasn’t changed,” Clint remarked, tickling her stomach and ribs now as her laughter went up an octave. 

Clint then moved to tickle her feet, making her squeal with laughter.

“CLIHIHINT,” Natasha laughed hysterically.

“Hmm? What’s wrong? Does that tickle?” Clint said, loving the fact that he was able to make her laugh and smile. 

“YEHEHES,” Natasha giggled out, as Clint flipped her over and began gently tickling her back, making her giggle and squirm softly. He knew this wouldn’t overwhelm her, but was just enough to keep her giggling.

When Natasha had enough, he let her up and got her some water which she much appreciated.

The two of them chatted a bit more, talking about different topics to keep her mind off of her past. After a while, Natasha was starting to feel mischievous and reached out to pinch his side. Clint yelped in surprise and jumped away from her. 

“Natasha! Don’t get any ideas,” he warned her.