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[timcsinfinity]

💋(Clint)

one second the archer was trying to balance a large pizza box and an equally large bag of dog food while holding his apartment keys in his teeth, and the next the keys were in a hand, the dog food was kidnapped from him and lips were on his. "hey. rude. i can open my own door." he made a face at loki. overdramatic and teasing as always. "no pizza for you."

[todays-just-a-daydream]

I believe Clint and Noel's photos were published in (Noel's brother) Paul's book in the 90s, Brothers from Childhood to Oasis The Real Story. Jeevey would know for sure. Clint and Noel both approved it as far as I remember

hey 👋 thanks for seeing my tags!

i can’t access the copy of brothers i was reading from earlier this year or i’d check. i remember the black and white ones here were in the photo section of paul’s book. but i was wondering about the color ones.

thinking further perhaps they were on the page but in black and white? and the color versions weren’t available until they were used in supersonic? the color does make them more striking.

@jeevey do you remember which ones were in brothers?

[clintbarton-thearrowguy]

Incominggggggg *she's running dead at clint and jumps knowing he'll catch her*

*catches* hey, kid.

[normaltothemax]

"You smell like a dumpster." [bucky @ clint. you dared me]

He glares, but seeing as he’s also currently picking bits of garbage out of his hair, it’s not as effective as it could have been. “Gee, thanks. I hadn’t noticed.” The garbage is promptly thrown at Bucky's face (and Clint never misses) because screw him. Clint’s very clearly had a shit day—he’s got two black eyes, a busted lip, his head is bleeding, his body’s beat to hell, probably sporting a few cracked ribs, and he’s pretty sure he’s got garbage in his ass crack—and Barnes suddenly has jokes? Has decided to be funny? Nah, no thank you, Clint does not need the sass, today. All he wants is to fix his bow, take a nap, and have a long, hot shower, not necessarily in that order. “Was there an actual reason you came here, or was it just to make fun of me?”

@dramatisperscnae (x)

[chatpileroan]

like clint gets such an unsubstantiated amount of hate, not ambivalence which would make more sense as hes a pretty irrelevant side character, but Active Hate because of the false idea hes some sort of incel because hes very insecure and shy and not happy with you if you end up with emily and its like, id be upset too if someone who KNEW i had a crush on someone went and dated that person??? its not an unfair thing for him to feel and its not like hes EVER mean or weird to emily or says ANYTHING about how he deserves her attention or anything that an incel would ACTUALLY think, but again gets labeled as a complete predatory and it is 100000% because hes fat. if he looked like sebastian people would be like oh no my heartbroken ugu baby pleading emoji like i will throw up on all of you

[mightiestxheroes]

Starter for @alwaysxinxtrouble

A white picket fence surrounds the picturesque cream-colored home with large, white trimmed windows, and blue painted shutters. It’s the kind of home Bucky always dreamed he’d one day have. Don’t get him wrong, he loved and would always love Brooklyn, but he didn’t want his future family to grow up in a box like he had. This place even had the big front yard and he wondered if the backyard would be just as spacious. After the war, he figured he’d go for the American Dream triple header—home, marriage, kids. Having his own family was something he’d always wanted.

His eyes fall to the mailbox at the end of the driveway which has a plaque that read Barnes, but wait, this wasn’t his home, was it? Bucky blinks, almost as if he’s trying to remove the sleep out of his eyes. He doesn’t remember how he’d come to stand here or where here even was. His gaze turns downward and instead of the leather jacket, tee and jeans he usually sported, he’s wearing proper suit, tie and all. He smoothes down the suit with his hands. Buck’s eyes flair open wide as he brings up his right hand in front of his face, turning it around and flexing the fingers. It was his hand. His hand and not the cold piece of metal he’d come to accept. Did that mean—was his whole arm back? He practically rips the jacket off, undoing the cuff of his shirt and pulling it down to reveal a very real, very warm, very flesh covered arm. This was impossible. He’d lost this arm when he’d fallen from the train, and Hydra had replaced it with a metal one. This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real. Much as his mind wanted him to believe the lie he was trying to be told.

Barnes looks around the neighborhood, trying to see if he’ll recognize anything, maybe see something that’ll spark that memory of his, but all that’s happening is his head throbbing as he tries to remember how he’d gotten here, what had he been…Clint. An image of the archers face smiling face flashes through his mind. Clint was missing. He’d been searching for him when he—his brows draw in as he tries to think, but the throbbing just got worse and he sighs in frustration. Well, he was here and he wouldn’t be if it didn’t have to do with Clint. Following the path up to the door, he takes a moment to ready himself, because he isn’t sure what or who will open that door, but when he’s set, he gives three, solid knocks and then waits with his hand held in front of him.

[xbullseye]

@defectivexfragmented

Dex knew his moral compass didn't exactly point due north. When his therapist encouraged him to find a role model, of sorts, someone whose goodness he could strive to emulate, he knew she'd meant an ordinary person like a first responder or a suicide hotline operator, and that had worked fine for him for years. She probably hadn't meant an actual superhero, but after the attack on New York, of course he'd latched onto the Avenger who couldn't miss.

He'd followed the stories about Hawkeye obsessively (the only way he knew how to have an interest in something, really), and letting the hero guide his actions had worked better than anything else ever had. He'd hesitated to dig deeper into Clint Barton's life. For some reason, it had seemed important to keep a distinction between the Avenger and the man, like it might jinx it if he ever met his hero or came to see him as a real person. Most people just weren't that good. He didn’t want to lose that trust he had in Hawkeye's goodness.

That had come crashing down around him when he'd seen Clint on a tour of an apartment building. Dex hated the whole process of moving. It disrupted the careful order he needed to keep his mind quiet and his darker impulses in check, but it was a necessary evil. He hadn’t even been positive the man in the hooded sweatshirt had been Clint Barton at first. He’d tried to talk himself out of the notion. Then he'd broken the rule about prying into his personal life, done some digging, and found out that Barton did, in fact, own the building.

And that was the problem with breaking a rule. It led to breaking another, and another, and another, until he was in so deep he couldn't stop himself. He’d called the building manager and signed a lease the next day. Within a week, he was moving in, and then he'd gone on a deep dive of Clint Barton's entire life. He’d even been in his apartment a couple times while he was out, rifling through his things like they would help him get to know the man. 

He wanted, badly, to actually speak to him, but it was frustratingly hard to run into him. Dex's work schedule for the FBI was rigid and often demanding, which was exactly what he needed. By comparison, Clint’s seemed sporadic, and he hadn’t been able to nail down any specific times he came or went. It was always swiftly and with something to keep him from being noticed, a hood or sunglasses. It didn’t take a genius to realize the other tenants didn't know who he was, and Clint didn’t want them to.

After weeks of failing to run into him by accident, he’d been forced to come up with a different plan. It caused him almost physical pain to deliberately shut his keys behind a locked door-- Dex, who hated a crooked picture on the wall or a train that was a minute late. They were neighbors though; it made sense to knock on this door over any other, on a day when he was sure Clint was home and the building manager wasn't. He offered a slightly sheepish smile when the door opened. "How good are you at breaking and entering? I, uh… just locked myself out."

[mastcrmarksman]

Look, I may have been born 1998, and these are from 1967, and aam only seeing these panels through reading online from scan-websites decades later; but I do miss this kind of energy in the modern comics and Avenger comics. Anyways Resuming my read of Clint's time in the Avengers originally and just I love him, I love it, I love all of them.

[berylcluster]

the gays(literally): hannibal, joel, cleon, bruce, clint

the queers: everyone else

[izzysarchivedblogs]

okay but what about that one time that some c-list villains got the bright idea to poison the avengers coffee to take them out and only clint and tony ended up getting poisoned. i think this says a lot about who they are as people and also i would be in this picture and i don't like it.

YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW WHAT ISSUE THAT IS AND HAVE THE PANELS ? HERE YOU GO, AMANDA !

Avengers #146, 1976, and you are so right.

another thing about Clint is you could tell him, this is poisoned coffee and he will still drink it on the basis that it's coffee. tell me i'm wrong.

anyway. here's those panels

I love the way that Clint hits the floor crying out "cap needs meeee", and then any panel with face plant Iron Man makes me giggle.

also EL STINKO.

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

Gotta take more pictures of my Danganronpa sims now…

I'll be waiting 👀

[normaltothemax]

🔪 [bucky @ clint -eyes emoji-]

Clint’s not sure what exactly set Barnes off. Not sure what he thinks is going on, or what he’s seeing. He is positive, however, that this is a terrible time for whatever the hell’s going on in that fucked up head of his. Thankfully, Clint’d had the forethought to drag the guy out of the way, into a shadow-filled alley, a few seconds ago, when he’d first noticed Barnes starting to get antsy. God knows what he might do in a crowd of people.

Now, Clint’s got his back to a wall, a knife to his throat, and this is not a position he likes to be in. He can handle his own in a fight, is well-trained and agile as hell, but there’s not an easy way out of the hold Barnes has him in, and Clint’s not stupid enough to think he can take the Winter Soldier on in a fight and win. So he stays where he is. Doesn’t make any sudden movements and keeps his hands where they can be seen, ignoring his racing pulse.

“You have terrible timing.” His voice is low, remains calm, his gaze locked onto unseeing, glaring eyes. He swallows, and there’s enough pressure on the knife that a bead of blood wells up beneath the blade and slowly rolls down the column of his throat. Fantastic. He’s going to get his throat slit by his fake husband on their fake honeymoon. Awesome.

“Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. I’m Clint Barton. We’re on a mission, pretending to be newlyweds on our honeymoon. It’s stupid and you complain a lot but you aren’t in any danger, right now. You’re safe, Barnes.” The only one in danger here is Clint. “Otoydi, soldat.” The switch to Russian is a gamble, and he's not exactly fluent, but Clint’s flying blind here. He’s just hoping to hell it doesn’t wind up setting him off worse.

@dramatisperscnae (x)

[daesanghyeok]

Based on that one post of yours from last week, I wanna know all your answers for Steve/Bucky now 👁👁

first. i DO ship it 'cause they are soulmates. platonically? romantically? a third unknown option? who even knows. but they ARE soulmates and i will die on this hill.

what made you ship it? oh. i've been shipping them since they first appeared in captain america: the first avenger 'cause how can you NOT? but what REALLY settled it for me was. of course. captain america: the winter soldier. the moment where steve and bucky is knife fighting and bucky loses his mask and steve sees the face of his best friend for the first time in 70. his previously believed to be DEAD. FRIEND. steve is literally out here saying 'even when i had nothing i had bucky'? and bucky going '...but i knew him' about steve? emotional carnage.

what are your favorite things about the ship? oh- so many things. but i think, at the end of the day- the clear amount of love they hold for each other. pure, unconditional love where they will each go to ends of the earth (and beyond lol) for the other. (also the fact that there is just SO. MUCH. HISTORY. there. so many things to explore and to discuss. so many facets of their relationship)

is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? hmmm. interesting question. i don't know if this counts as a unpopular opinion on steve and bucky's relationship itself BUT i don't think steve considered the avengers to be his family the same way that some of the other avengers did. i think natasha and tony viewed the other avengers as more of a family than steve did. steve viewed them as his friends. but he viewed bucky as his family. which is why i think there was such a disconnect between tony and steve at the end of civil war. 'cause tony couldn't understand how steve could keep the truth about his parents from him. but steve was always gonna protect bucky first. 'cause even when he had nothing. he had bucky.

(also random note but TO THIS DAY. this winter soldier trailer is SO FUCKING GOOD. pierce saying 'your work has been a gift to mankind. you've shaped the century. i need you to do it one more time' to PRESUMABLY? steve? only for it to turn out that pierce is hydra and he was speaking to bucky? GAMECHANGER. do not ask me how the people who made this movie then went on to make endgame. still baffling to me)

send me a ship and i'll tell you if i ship it or not.

[might1est]

NATASHA ROMANOFF sent:   “ c’mon use your words! ”

PROMPT :  mcu quotes.    /   STATUS :  accepting !   /   @atimebomb

❛  OH, I GOT SOME WORDS FOR YOU. none of them fit for polite company.  ❜

he could keep going. probably. maybe. there’s a persistent whiny whistle in his left ear, telling him the sweep of the leg that had left him flat on his back on the mats knocked his hearing aid loose. well. looser  ―  exhaustive funding and access to some of the most advanced tech in the world, you’d think SHIELD would’ve figured out one that’ll actually sit comfortably in his ear while he’s getting his teeth rattled in his skull by now. certainly would be helpful out in the field… clint peeks at natasha from behind the arm he’d flung over his eyes, nose scrunched in near - childish sullenness, though he knows fishing for sympathy is pointless here, nat’s too busy looking insufferably smug and unbothered. meanwhile, he’s sweating like a pig and breathing harder than he used to after an hour of letting her use him as a punching bag. shit, maybe he’s getting old.

❛  that was a cheap shot.  ❜    but it’s far from an admonishment, the corners of clint’s mouth curling upwards into a grin, the gleam of admiration obvious in his eyes. he’s always loved watching nat fight, though it’s not like he gets time to pause and take it in fully when they’re on the job. it’s easier, when it’s just the two of them and an hour or two of uninterrupted time on the mats, to slow it down and really see the flow, the way she moves, a flawless conservation of energy and perfectly - timed strikes. softer landing, too, when she manages to haul his ass over her shoulder like he’s not practically twice her body weight. something cracks as he heaves himself into a sitting position... probably his spine, his joints all sound like glowsticks at this point, and it’s not quite a satisfying stretch, not quite a pleasant ache, as he lifts his arms above his head, extending them as far as he can with a groan.   ❛  welp, rules are rules.  ❜    winner picks the spot, loser buys, a time - honoured tradition between the two of them. thankfully, nat’s just as fond of cheap and greasy as he is, means there’s a dive calling their names. or she might decide to punish his wallet, just for fun.

the price one pays for the hubris of thinking he can take on a seasoned superspy with his crunchy old man bones.  

[mightiestxheroes]

“Hey Bucky, what is a guaranteed way for the elderly to have a smoking hot body? Cremation.”

“Good to know that your jokes, like your taste, are nothing but ash.”

@defectivexfragmented

[polarnoid]

don't tell me what i want. (clintlokI)

loki smiles, mortals are as far as he is concerned devastatingly predictable, thor dragged him into this place against his will he might as well he find ways to pass the time. (he supposes it's better than rotting away at some asgardian cell.) for the moment, it's seeing just how to get under clint barton's skin. or perhaps make his skin crawl. or something else entirely. he hasn't quite decided yet. "-silly me, i forgot we are not too keen on getting told what to do anymore." he let's out a sigh, before he walks. closer to @drunivers.

makes the space between them smaller and smaller. sure, loki has been defanged slightly. inhibitors in place to make sure he remains well behaved, but it doesn't stop him from imposing. "does it frighten you? the idea, the concept that i possibly might know what you want." it's a simple question, he is aware what he's doing in the moment. "-your attempts to ignore this...bond between us are adorable really. but i was in your head, barton." his hand taps where clint's heart lies. "you could benefit from listening to me." he keeps the smile, it's soft. almost like a trap.