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[ This applies to Clint as well. Thank you! ]

[ ooc: after six whole years, Natasha is moving away. This will be my last post here for the foreseeable future, and quite likely for good.

here’s the thing:  in order to feel really comfortable in the rpc again and 1) not overwhelmed by being here and working three jobs and taking care of my health and attempting to put a little time into my other hobbies and my family, 2) not feel either pressured to do various things or interact with people where I don’t necessarily feel entirely valued for a variety of reasons, 3) not be anxious about a dash that moves fast and also requires me to leave on notifications for things I’ve tumblr savior’d just in order to load pages because so much is blocked, and 4) generally just needing a massive change to kick myself into gear… I’ve decided I’m going to need to majorly downsize. 

I understand that this will probably upset some people, offend some of you, etc. I know some of you who are invested in me will be disappointed to have me go. some of you will wonder why I’ve chosen to continue interacting with some people and not others. I’m sorry in advance. The bottom line is that I love writing, I love RPing, and I need to take some steps to be able to continue doing that. 

I may re-follow people in stages, as and when I feel okay to do so, but it will not be everyone and I won’t interact with anyone I don’t follow first. (Right now I follow 250+ blogs. Never again, yeesh.) This is not a reflection on you ic or ooc, this is just something I need for myself. I appreciate each of you and your presence and the fact that you’ve been with me throughout this journey, and I hope that the world brings you good things. 

Thank you for everything!! Please take care of yourselves, and as always, be good to each other. ♥️ ]

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HAWKEYE - Clint Barton & Kate Bishop

Taking A.I.M. / Future Imperfect Marvel’s Avengers

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HAWKEYES (clint barton, kate bishop) + PIZZA DOG (lucky)

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CANON

- Hawkeye sketch by Otto Schmidt on twitter.

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a comparison of some 616 heights to show how clint is awkwardly tall among his usual company

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smol SHIELD!Clint and Winter Soldier!Bucky for @rainonsand

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Natasha: Tell them why you put a normal sized carrot in a bag of baby carrots.

Clint: They needed adult supervision.

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nexuswtch​:

“it worked for one kiss.” she gently leans forward, pecking her lips against his for the briefest of seconds before turning her gaze away. “anything more than that you’ll have to work for.” she teases, gently placing a hand upon his chest for a second. 

     “Wait!” He huffs a laugh, not having had a chance to do more than just barely pucker up. “No, no, come on, you stole that when I wasn’t ready, give it back!” A hand comes up to cradle her jaw gently. “Pretty please, with a cherry on top?”

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guys i’m CRYING looking at David Aja’s original Hawkeye sketches

Angry babushka in his “little shits” quick sketch has me w h e e z i n g

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Reblog if you’re not a russian spy

Most people can’t

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clint barton in captain marvel v10 028  |  jacopo camagni

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One day, Kate will hold a sheet of Clint’s medical history, a wall of text top to bottom. “Gee, Clint, reckless are we?” she’ll say, when the paper suddenly unfolds to reveal it is basically a scroll of injuries. Bobbi will just laugh.

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I spent my life working without a safety net… because I’ve always had someone to catch me if I fell. My parents, my father, my other father, my friends, and my brothers. We all need someone to catch us when we fall… someone who makes us feel safe.

NIGHTWING #079 (2021) 

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itsybitsyparker​:

Peter might not know how he felt about hugs but he DID know that he liked being carried. It was weird. He knew kids his age shouldn’t like being carried, he’d seen a lot of kids at the foster home and on TV throw tantrums about it. But there was something about being very tall that made Peter’s shoulders relax. He was just made to be high up. 

Clint wasn’t THAT tall, but he was most definitely taller than Peter. 

And then his feet were on the floor and he was small again. Huh. Sometimes he thought his feet weren’t meant to touch the ground at all. It was a strange thought that made his tummy uncomfortable, so he never said it out loud. Instead he said;

“I got the forks!” Two steps up on the step stool and a careful fistful of forks pulled out of the drawer. He paused. “Clint? Why do spider bites just hurt people but mine made me be able to go on the ceiling?” 

All these strange tall feelings. Peter didn’t like them. 

     Clint watched Peter fondly, marveling at the ball of energy. Honestly Peter packed away more food than any kid that age that Clint had ever seen, and seemed to expend it just by existing. It meant occasionally bringing in packaged meals to supplement the food he cooked, but it was kind of rewarding to take care of the child and watch him grow. 

     He set the table and thought about how to respond to Peter’s question. The truth was that he wasn’t sure what had caused this. He’d been quietly looking into the SHIELD archives to see if there were any similar cases but hadn’t seen anything yet. On the other hand, he’d tried to keep the activity hidden, since he didn’t trust that Peter wouldn’t be taken away somewhere and analyzed if someone found out about his powers. 

     “I’m still trying to find out, kiddo,” he said, tone reassuring. He walked over and placed a gentle hand on Peter’s head. “But just in case, let’s stay away from any other spiders, alright? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

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✩ – @arrowedavenger​ sent in: “ i don’t like the sound of that … ”

“No one likes the sound of it. They’re literally called GHOST PEPPERS, Clint.” Eyebrow raises ever so slightly at the blonde across from him, bemusement almost touching his eyes. Almost. He’d much rather give Clint a hard time, given what’s ahead of them. For every single snide remark the little shit has ever made, Bucky has finally found how to enact his revenge. Through a few simple peppers that almost no one can actually handle without feeling immense pain — GHOST PEPPERS. Bucky’s absolutely swapped his out for a normal one when Clint wasn’t looking, but he doesn’t have to be honest here. No, this is for all those remarks about him being a greasy haired assassin. 

“Come on then, first one to down it buys dinner for a week. You’re not scared, are you Barton?”

     Clint can’t imagine why anyone would subject themselves to this. He’s heard about how hot they are, and it’s stupid isn’t it, to purposefully inflict that kind of pain on oneself for fun? On the other hand, this is pretty much a dare, and he’s not good at backing down from those either. Ah, well, it’s not like it can be any worse than what he goes through for work, right? He’s fallen off buildings before so... 

     “Fine, but I’m going to hate this and you, just so you know.” He eyes the pepper warily. “Also, I have some amount of self preservation, so... where’s the damn milk? I’m not doing this without milk, you hear me? And don’t get me water this time!”

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knowseverythingaboutyou​:

Someone should be getting a very nice letter for the clothes they’ve been provided on this mission. Clint looks fantastic as he walks towards her from the other side of the pool. Maria slides her sunglasses down and watches him over them, shooting a sharp look at a woman on his side of the pool when Maria catches her staring. She’s not one of the people they’re here to watch, but Clint’s been with Maria the whole time and it’s just bad manners to eye up somebody who is clearly in a relationship. Even though they’re undercover.

Her grin widens when he sits down beside her and Maria pushes her sunglasses up on top of her head. Clint’s one of the best people to be on a mission like this with, because he’s not the type of man to push. She’s done this before, with other agents, and she’s never been able to relax all the way. It’s definitely when your partner is a friend. Clint’s hands are warm against her waist and she hums, turning towards him when he kisses her jaw. She has enough time to arch an eyebrow in question before he’s kissing her. Okay, now she definitely understands why Bobbi finds him attractive.

“Mm, you owe me a drink,” she agrees easily, nodding her head. “And baby?” Maria smiles, baring her teeth at him. “The next time you kiss my nose, you better be prepared for me to pinch you black and blue.” She smacks a kiss against his cheek, standing up from the lounger and shrugging into the gauzy cover up she’d draped over the back. “I’m thinking— something fruity,” she muses, her hands sliding down his arms before tugging him up with her. “Let’s go for a walk.”

     It’s a good thing Clint hasn’t seen the mock jealous glare from Maria because he would have cracked up. He’s not bad at undercover work, not really, and he’d be able to play it off fairly naturally, but the idea of someone of Maria’s caliber being jealous over anyone is kind of comical to him. Nevertheless, he hasn’t, and instead gets to spend a moment processing her calling him baby (it’s a cover, it’s a cover, he reminds himself, but damn it feels nice to hear it after so long) before letting himself be pulled off the lounger. 

     “Aw, but I just got here,” he whines at her, even as he pulls her hand to his arm, hooking them together. He presses a kiss to her shoulder and smiles adoringly, the picture perfect boyfriend, before shrugging and walking in the same direction as the people they came to spy on. The couple is walking fairly slowly in front of them, which means that Clint can take the time to observe their surroundings. 

     The hotel is stupidly posh, but he’s not looking at the decor. He’s more concerned with possible places their targets could run off to without warning, and where he can perch himself without being seen in case he needs to survey it from a distance. He keeps a placid smile on his face and looks back at Maria. “What do you wanna drink, darling? Something colorful to match the setting?”