“Dammit, Clone-y.” Tony complained as his unwelcome clone started messing around in his workshop. “I gave you a special name because I thought we would work together.”
“Uhh, can you not?” Clint was repeating to his cling-on clone.
“Can you grab the lab results from the other room?” Bruce asked his new, identical, equally smart, lab assistant.
“What is this? Hey, don’t take all the pop-tarts!” Thor exclaimed.
Steve tried to dumb down and explain the situation for the Asgardian.
Steve chimed in. “Thor, Loki cloned us. He thought we’d fight and be too caught up in ourselves to notice him attacking another major city in Europe.”
“Yeah, but Fury had it taken care of. Loki is in custody again, but he is obviously not giving up the secret to getting rid of the obnoxious clones.” added Clint.
“Let’s go save the world!” Steve the clone yelled, excited.
“There are no immediate threats right now, Steve.” Steve Rogers replied.

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While the rest of the team deals with their clones, me and my clone are occupying two seats directly across from each other. We were so involved and distracted studying the other to notice the men bickering. Only when Clint interrupted did I, the original Natasha Romanoff, break eye contact. “Nat. I think I’d like to have a word with you. A few words.”

Wondering what the problem is, I got up and led him into the hall. He walked right past me and grabbed my hand, leading us into the nearest bedroom, which happened to be Steve’s.
“Okay, Clint, what is it?” I asked, not knowing what to expect.
“Nat. I have a proposal.” Then I saw it. I saw the look in his eyes. I saw the subtle lust that only I have come to recognize, and oh, boy, do I like it when I see his attraction to me through his eyes.
Suddenly very interested, I asked “What is it, then?” trying not to act too eager.
“So I saw you and clone you looking at each other and I can’t have this not happen.” I realize, now, what he wants, and, strangely enough, I was actually thinking about the same thing earlier. I might as well enjoy an extra Natasha, and I figured Clint would enjoy it just as much if not more than I would.
“Then go get her.” I said, showing my interest but not too much.
He opened the door and stuck his head out. “Natasha,” be boomed, “come here, please.” He left the door open and waited for her to come. When she arrived, he explained and she listened intently. She seemed enthralled.
Compared to what I imagined a clone would be like, she was very smart. She had opinions and was very human. She was literally a copy of me. She was breathtaking. I know it’s considered conceited or arrogant about me complimenting myself, but damn. I look amazing. I’m curvy where it counts and my lips are incredibly enticing. I see why Clint is always so possessive and hypnotized by me.
I grinned and pointed to a chair on the edge of the room. “Hawk, you get a front row seat.” I smiled and turned to focus elsewhere. I advanced to my clone and kissed her softly at first, dipping my toe in. When she returned the kiss with force, so I matched it with urgency. This is going to be good I thought. She purred low in her throat, which aroused me further than I anticipated it would.
Kissing her neck, I put my hands up her shirt and began to work.I figured, Why not use Clint’s methods? She growled and trailed her fingers down my body to my waist. She lifted my shirt over my head in one shift motion so naturally that if I didn’t know better, I’d think she’s done this before. I broke apart abruptly and she took of some of her clothing while I took off mine.
This is both everything and nothing I thought it would be like. It’s fun and new and kinky by anyone’s standards. I didn’t think I’d enjoy it this much. I see why guys find it attractive. It’s actually really hot. I’d never do something like this with another person, especially a woman. I get so unbelievably jealous. This is different, though, because it’s me. Two of me. I’d always wondered what it would be like to have an identical twin. Two perfect females that have a connection past physical attraction.
I broke apart abruptly and she took of some of her clothing while I took off mine. She quickly forced us back together and we were in a serious make out session while grinding against each other. I was ready and she seemed to pick up on it and slid her hands around my waist and by some miracle pulled me up on the small table behind us. We locked lips again and she snaked her hand down in between my legs, the other one kneading my left breast. I gasped in shock and was almost there when she put my right nipple in her mouth. At that, I lost all control. As my orgasm progressed, she sucked harder and then she detached herself from my chest. She put both her hands on the inside of my thighs and she didn’t have to push or look at me for me to spread my legs. I did and she dove in and I felt her sucking and teasing my clit with her tongue. It was such a good feeling that when it all of a sudden disappeared, I whimpered out in need.
“The fuck?” I whispered, sitting up. I glanced around the room, to find no clone. Clint was hard and his pants were looking very tight, which made me embarrassingly wet. He looked so desperate for me and with that, I half wined, “Now.” and he understood perfectly.
He was in front of me in a flash. “She’s gone. Someone probably figured out how to–”
“Shut up, Clint, and fuck me right now.” I demanded, not really in the mood for small talk.
“Yeah.” He said and he took off all his clothing by himself while I put my fingers where my clone had left off. I gasped again and he took my hand away from my center. He carried me with one hand under my lower back and one holding my arm to the bed just on the other side of the room and was on top of me in no time. I yanked him up to me so we were almost face to face. His mouth was automatically drawn to my breasts. He’d bite my nipple, drawing out a shriek from me, and suck until he felt the other one needed attention. He wanted so much more than that, I can tell, so I stopped him and rolled us over so I was on top. I made my way down his body and he trailed his hands all over me. I dragged my hands from his chest to his thighs before I took his stiff cock in my mouth. I sucked and used my tongue to bring out more husky noises from him.
There was always one of us crying out, begging for more and this time, right now, it was Clint. He didn’t want to wait any longer and neither did I, so I snaked my way back up to his face, crushing our lips together in fiery passion. He couldn’t get enough of me and I couldn’t get enough of him. Damn, I love this man. His personality and all, and it’s scary because I would do anything for him. I can’t imagine life without him and that fact alone makes my feelings for him stronger.
Without separating, I took one hand off him to search for what I wanted. I found it and sunk down onto him, which produced a loud “Nat!” followed by a large demanding growl. After I relaxed around him, I began to ride him. I started slow and put my hands on his chest and threw my head back as I picked up my pace. I was trying to keep myself together for a little bit longer, but he made a noise so low and seductive that I instantly came. “Jesus, Tasha,” he panted, “You’re fucking amazing.”
I slid out and laid down on his chest. “I noticed.” He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me.

"I love you so much, Natasha."
I reply with an "I love you, too, Hawkboy." and snuggle into his body. Cap will get difficult to live with for a while if we just stayed in his room. "But I think we should relocate."
"Yeah, my room?" I nod and we slowly get dressed only to go up to his room and get undressed again.
Tonight is a good night.

Notes

Most importantly, I'm sorry this is late. I got so frustrated and decided to read a couple Pepper/Natasha fanfics to get an idea of how to write it so it sounded okay. Then school got in the way a bit. So this is what I have. Judge me and tell me how I did.

Sorry if the ending was sudden, I'm in a rush, cramming for finals and packing for vacation. I'm sure I could have finished it better.
This is my last post before I leave, and I'll get be back early July. I'll be writing still, in a notebook. So don't fret: I'll have stuff to post.
Bye, readers
~xoxo