Together They Melt (VulcanSpock)

[W1nchester]

Clint totally would never admit that Natasha 'wore the pants' in the relationship. Not that he didn't like it sometimes, but sometimes she was just damn scary. She was totally not a woman to be messed with. And you totally didn't want to be on her bad side.

Which, unfortunately, he was on right now.

He had gotten himself hurt in a fight, because he didn't listen to Captain America's orders. He thought that he knew better--but then he got shot in the leg and no one was really happy after that. After he got patched up, Nat took him home, the archer somewhat sedated with pain meds. When they got home, Nat had actually sent him to their room.

Literally. Sent him to their room.

"Psh. Yes, mom." He had quipped to her, before heading towards their bedroom. Yes, he had messed up a bit, but why was she bein' so... authoritative?

He headed into their bedroom and stripped down to his boxers, leg all bandaged up, and he plopped down onto their bed, his black boxers matching the blanket on the bed. He sighed, wondering when Nat was going to come up too and how she was going to scold him for being so reckless.

[KingCrowley]

Sometimes, just sometimes, Clint could be a retard. Natasha couldn't believe he'd disobeyed orders and was now acting like a child who thought he didn't deserve some kind of reprimand. She knew that in their team spankings were thrown about, mainly between Steve and Tony, but...Tony was a brat so that was expected really.

When they got to their home, she sent Clint to his bedroom and gave him a dangerous look when he DARED to mouth off. She shook her head, giving herself time to calm down before following him into their room. She placed her hands on her slender hips and eyed him warily.

"You're an idiot, Clint." she told him simply, "Why did you disobey Steve's orders?"

[W1nchester]

Clint was sprawled out on their bed by the time that Natasha had calmed down enough to come up to scold him. He pushed himself back up to sit, giving her a lazy look as she looked him over, placing her hands on her hips. He sighed.

Natasha called him an idiot and he shrugged. Yeah, he probably was. And he'd been called worse. And would probably be called worse in the future as well. Natasha then demanded to know why he had disobeyed Steve's orders and he sighed again.

"I already told Steve, and you were there." He reminded her. "I just didn't think he knew what he was talking about... He's just annoying, okay? It's not even a big deal, Nat. Now come on, I'm tired. I just wanna go to bed."

[KingCrowley]

"Whether or not you think he's annoying, he's still our team Captain and we went over the plan before we put it in action, so clearly you weren't listening." Natasha frowned at the man and scoffed when he said he was tired and wanted to go to bed, "Tough." she answered and walked to the bed herself, then took a seat, "It's obvious that right now you need something much more than a good sleep."

She grabbed Clint's arm and tugged him down over her lap. "Maybe I'll take a page out of Cap's book." she frowned, slamming her hand down firmly across the middle of Clint's covered backside.

Unfortunately for him, he wouldn't be covered for long.

[W1nchester]

Clint sighed as Natasha said that Cap was still the Captain, and that they all had went over the plan before they implemented it, and therefore Clint hadn't been listening. "I was listening!" He practically whined. "His voice is just really... irking. Sometimes." He said, shaking his head before looking up quickly as she headed over to the bed, saying that it was tough that he wanted to go to bed. Natasha sat down next to him, and Clint frowned, danger imminent in the air and he started to scoot away.

She said that obviously right now he needed something much more than good sleep--and then she grabbed his arm and tugged him right over her lap. "N-Natasha?" He gulped, knowing exactly what she meant when she said that she should take a page out of Cap's book, before smacking her hand down hard.

And it really was hard.

"Woah! Hey! Nat! Come on!" He immediately began to beg, though he wasn't squirming around at all. "I'm nothin' like Tony! Tony's a brat. I'm not a brat--you don't need to do this, okay? A-And it's weird-- come ooon!"

[KingCrowley]

Natasha couldn't believe what she was hearing, it was like being in the room with Stark. "You need to stop spending so much time with Tony." she groaned and sighed, then she pulled him over her lap and smacked her hand down hard across his clothed bottom. "Nothing like Tony?!" she scoffed, rewarding that with another hard smack to his bottom, this one lower than the last.

"Oh no, you're not a brat at all." she said sarcastically. "Have you heard yourself? You're whining and making excuses up like a toddler. And you know what? I think that's exactly how you should be spanked." She lowered his trousers and then his boxers, baring his plump bottom.

"Weird? And behaving like a child, that's normal I take it?" she snorted and slapped her hand down twice more to his under curves.

[W1nchester]

"I don't even hang out with Tony!" Clint snapped back at her, shaking his head. "No! I'm nothing like--guh! Tony!" He said, frowning at the next hard swat to his bottom, this one just below the last one. It stung pretty bad--Nat had a surprisingly hard and heavy hand.

He huffed as Natasha sarcastically agreed that he was not a brat, and then asked him if he had heard himself--he was making excuses and whining like a toddler. Then she said that she definitely thought that he should be spanked, before dragging down his boxers, Clint yelping. "NATASHA! Come on!" He complained, wriggling his hips as she slapped his bottom twice more.

"I'm not behaving like a child! What the Hell!?" He shouted, trying to put his hand back to cover his bottom. "Stop it! This isn't funny anymore."

[KingCrowley]

"You ARE behaving like a child Clinton, and I'm not putting up with it." Natasha quipped right back and slapped his left cheek twice and then moved to his right cheek, doing the same. She quite liked turning his bottom a nice pink colour under her control. "You're just a naughty boy in need of a sore bottom, aren't you Clint?" she tutted and spanked his under curves, now breaking into a rhythm of fast smacks all over his bottom, sit spots and thighs.

"It's not meant to be funny, Clint. You could have been killed out there, you idiot!" she frowned and gave him a much harder smack to his upper thigh. "All because you didn't listen and wanted to play by your own rules."

"I should be taking a hairbrush to you!"

[W1nchester]

"Eugh, don't call me Clinton..." He whined at her as she said that he was behaving like a child and that she wasn't going to put up with it. He squirmed around now as she lit his bottom on fire--he never liked being spanked. Ever. He had been spanked tons of times as a kid, and it sucked and he really wasn't expecting to be spanked by his freaking girlfriend.

"I'm n-not naughty!" He insisted, blushing bright red as Natasha called him such, and said that he was in need of a sore bottom, Clint wriggling his hips and telling her that this wasn't funny anymore and he wanted her to stop--but she said that it wasn't meant to be funny, and that he could have been killed out there, and once again that he wasn't an idiot.

"Ow! God! Nat!" He groaned at the very hard smack to his naked upper thigh, the woman then saying that she should be taking to a hairbrush to him. "Gh. No ma'am, don't do that--" He pleaded, shaking his head. Her hand hurt enough. He didn't need a flat wooden surface repeatedly applied to his burning butt.

[KingCrowley]

"Clinton, you don't tell me what to do." Natasha answered when the man told her not to call him Clinton, "That's your name, and I'll say it when I need to get my point across." she added and continued raining her palm down all over his bottom, making sure to colour the plump cheeks evenly with firm swats. "I won't this time Clinton, but the next time you do something this stupid and reckless, I WILL take a hairbrush to you." she warned him and focused more smacks to his under curves.

She then sighed, it was like dealing with a toddler, "You need to start acting like a man, Clinton Barton, because acting like THIS, is not attractive!" she scolded.