So here, read this!
FIC: The Observable Universe (Clint/Natasha, Gen) PG-13 by sarea_okelani
Wherein the team and Pepper and Darcy - and Jane, since it's from her POV - hang out together and totally 'ship C/N.
Jane goes to stand next to Pepper. "So are they..." she begins, looking pointedly over at Clint and Natasha.
Pepper shakes her head in the negative, but gives Jane a Can you believe it? look.
"Really?" Jane says.
"Really. I keep saying the same thing."
"Yeah, it is kind of hard to believe," Tony interjects from behind them, shamelessly eavesdropping. He's apparently finished arguing with Steve. "But apparently, that—" He gestures at Clint and Natasha with his beer bottle. "—is not a thing."
"It should be a thing," Pepper says, looking at the two, who were completely oblivious to their interest. "It's probably because of something stupid."
"Listen, babe," says Tony. "If Barton wants to be out of touch with his feelings, and fill his nights with hard liquor and early Coltrane, too emotionally stunted to reciprocate the love of a good woman, well... goddamn it, that is his fucking right as an American male. And I will not let you, or you" — indicating Jane — "take that away from him."
"Yes, dear," Pepper says, brushing away invisible lint from his shirt. "You're up." She hands him his customized Iron Man-themed bowling ball from the ball return.
"You're doing it again, aren't you," Tony says. "That thing where you pretend to let me have my way, but are actually plotting to have your own way, by making me think it was my idea all along. That's what you're doing, isn't it. Pepper. Pepper, answer me."