Little Ballerina
Pairing: Clint x Sister!OFC
Words: 682
A/N: This is for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan ‘s Full Figured Fantasy challenge. My prompt was “I’m not fat, I’m just so sexy it overflows” Thanks to @sensualyodeling for betaing at 1:30 in the morning
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Clara did not get nervous. Not usually at least; and especially not before a ballet performance. Clara Barton had been dancing since she was three years old, her older brother Clint signed her up for lessons when he was twenty-one, hoping to give her some structure. He knew her mom wouldn’t do it, and he couldn’t when he was deployed. Now, at twenty years old, Clara was the star of a professional ballet for the first time. She just hoped Clint would be there on time.
“There you are my little ballerina.” Clara turned around to see her older brother standing there next to Natasha.
“I am anything but little, Clint.” It was true—Clara was definitely a full figured woman, and she was proud of her body. Some people thought she was unhealthy because of her size, but she knew that wasn’t true. What others thought didn’t matter.
“You’ll always be little to me sweetie. Good luck out there; you’ll do great.” Clint gave her a big hug and a smile before leaving the room.
“We’re very proud of you Clara. You’ve got this.” Nat gave her a smile before leaving the room to find her seat with Clint.
“Clara! You’re on in five!” It was show time.
The show went perfectly, and now Clara was out at a bar with Clint and his friends celebrating. It had been awhile since she had seen them all and she certainly hadn’t been expecting for them all to show up to her performance. At that point, they had all had quite a bit to drink and Clara went up to bar to order the next round.
“Hey babe, your place or mine?” some drunk guy came up to Clara and threw his arm around her shoulders as he spoke.
“And what makes you think I’ll be going anywhere with you?” She asked, pushing his arm off of her.
“Cuz I got twenty dollars and a thing for fat girls.”
Now she was pissed.
Clint watched as his little sister walked away to order more drinks. He was immensely proud of her. Seventeen years ago, he never would have thought that signing his little sister up for dance classes would lead to this. All he had wanted was to give her normalcy away from her mother and her mother’s choices. By the time he had gotten home from that deployment, Clara had a new dream. She wanted two things in life: to have a great dane and to be a dancer. Today she achieved that dream—well most of it at least.
Clint noticed some guy put his arm around Clara’s shoulder and they began talking. Clara didn’t look like she wanted to be talking to him, though, so Clint made his way to the bar to make sure everything was okay. As he got closer he caught the end of the conversation.
“Cuz I got twenty dollars and a thing for fat girls.”
Clint was pissed—no woman should ever be spoken to like that—but he was still too far away to do anything about it.
“Excuse me what did you call me?” Clara snapped back.
“What? It’s not like no one here knew it; it’s kinda obvious you’re fat.” the man scoffed. Clint wished he could kick the shit out of the jackass, but his sister beat him to it.
“Okay first of all your twenty means nothing, I’m not a hooker,” Clara paused and punched the man right in the nose, probably breaking it by the looks of it, “and second, I’m not fat, I’m just so damn sexy it overflows.”
“You’ll regret that; no one else would want you anyway.” the man attempted to save face by embarrassing her. Obviously it didn’t work as she just shrugged with a grin.
“Oh, hey Clint, sorry I was taking so long. I had an annoying little bug to deal with.” She smiled at him, grabbed their drinks off the counter and began walking back to the table. All Clint could do was laugh as he watching security drag the drunk asshole out of the bar.
YAS!! You get ‘em Clara. Hell yes. I loved this!
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