An Avengers fanfic. CONTAINS SOFT VORE! Don’t like? Don’t read!
 Also, this is my first fanfic ever so please be gentle~ Although criticisms are greatly appreciated, as well as spelling/grammar errors that I may have made!
  This story features Clint, aka Hawkeye, and Natasha, aka Black Widow.
 None of the characters belong to me, but the story does. And uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah.
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  Honestly, if someone had gone up to him this morning and told him he’d be shrunk and stuck in a giant bowl of ice cream, he would have laughed in their faces.
 Now, though, he wasn’t laughing.
 He sputtered, broken out of his current train of thought by something warm and viscous pouring over him. It weighed him down heavily like liquid concrete, yet the smoothness of the syrup and the overpowering smell of chocolate betrayed what it truly was.
 “Really Nat? Fucking Hershey’s?” He spat, wiping futilely at the thick substance covering his face.
 “Yes, really.” A soft voice murmured from above him.
 After clearing his vision a bit he glared up at the large figure who was batting her eyes at him, clearly pleased with herself.
 The large frame turned away for a moment, only to come back into his field of view with a small dessert spoon. The smallness was relative, of course, as the dip of the spoon was larger than his entire head.
 “I think I’m going to enjoy this.” She purred.
 “Yeah, well do ya think you could ‘enjoy’ it a little faster? I can barely feel my toes.” He complained, shifting uncomfortably in the vanilla flavored dessert.
 She raised an eyebrow at him. “You agreed to this, you know.”
 A tiny sigh. “Yeah, yeah don’t remind me.”
 He felt his heart lurch into his throat as the metallic object closed in, swooping down straight for him. He barely managed not to flinch as the spoon dove into the ice cream in front of him, digging down and lifting away a chunk larger than his entire body. He stared, mesmerized, as it lifted higher and higher, eventually approaching the giant face and slipping into her mouth. He watched those plump red lips seal around the spoon, her eyes fluttering shut as she hummed at the flavor.
 Honestly, he would have typically found this attractive if it weren’t for the fact that he was rapidly losing feeling in the lower half of his body.
 Natasha didn’t seem to mind, though, and took her sweet time getting to him, taking each bite slowly and clearly enjoying every minute of it.
 After a while (what seemed far too long for him) he finally saw the metallic glint of the spoon heading for him. It clinked the bottom of the porcelain bowl, coming underneath his feet and lifting up slowly. His legs were numb, though, and at the sudden change in motion he fell through the frozen cream and felt his knees hit the bottom of the spoon and his head plunge under the surface. He scrambled his way up, breaking the surface and gulping in breaths of air. He was beyond cold at this point, his entire body wrecked with shivers and teeth chattering together noisily.
 Natasha frowned, eyes scanning over his small frame with a hint of worry.
 “Perhaps ice cream wasn’t the best choice for this.”
 He snorted. “You think??” After seeing her clear worry, he waved her off (or at least did the best he could, considering he was shaking uncontrollably).
 “‘S fine, Nat,” he groaned, “just... get on with it.” He did agree to this after all.
 She sighed, pursing her lips and looking him over one more time before gaining a playful smirk. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to warm you up then.”
 Before he had a chance to react, her mouth opened wide in front of him, revealing a dark red cavern with pearly white rocks. The spoon lowered towards her gaping maw, carefully maneuvering him behind her teeth, before dipping slightly to the right, causing him to tumble off the spoon and onto the plush tongue.
 He sprawled out onto her pink tongue, panting and shivering as the muscle underneath him lifted up smoothly to pin him to the roof of her mouth, feeling it ripple around him as the ice cream and chocolate syrup was stripped away from his body.
 After being slipped around her mouth for what seemed like ages, he finally regained feeling in his feet only to feel them slipping backwards towards her esophagus. He winced as he felt his entire waist enter her throat, followed by his hands (currently pinned to his sides), arms, shoulders and finally his head. He took a big gulp of air before his head disappeared from her mouth, now entirely in her throat and being pulled ever deeper.
 He squeezed his eyes shut against the pressure, not quite enough to hurt but certainly enough to be uncomfortable, however that discomfort was short lived as he felt his feet enter an open space, followed by his legs and the rest of him. He fell a short distance into something squishy and he grimaced, using the last bit of his strength to crawl up somewhere a bit less... damp.
 Once he found a good spot his limbs all but gave out, his body thumping into the soft flesh that encased him now.
 “Clint?” Her voice echoed all around him, reverberating off the slick walls surrounding him.
 “Yeah, yeah. I’m good. I just...” he searched for the right words, “... need to lay down for a sec.”
 Natasha frowned, pressing her hand up against her chest, feeling the small form inside of her. Normally she would have reveled in this feeling, but she could feel her partner shivering, despite being inside her. Hypothermia, maybe? She felt a pang of guilt at that, but shook it off; they wouldn’t do ice cream anymore, and Clint would quickly warm up in his new environment.
 “Of course, Clint. Take it easy and relax; it’s not like you’re going anywhere any time soon.”
 Clint huffed at that, smirking. He knew she’d let him out eventually, but if he knew her at all, she’d probably settle down for a nap first. He settled down in place, letting the heat around him soak into his body, chasing away the frigid cold. The heat felt good, even a bit overpowering, but he didn’t mind.
 After slipping and sliding a bit as Natasha moved to get comfortable herself, Clint closed his eyes and relaxed.
 “Thank you, Clint. This was wonderful.”
 “M-hm.” He replied. “But next time, it’s my turn.”