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Clint, standing right in front the Christmas tree: We couldn’t choose between an angel or a star, so we choose both!

Natasha: Oh my gosh, you didn’t have to-

Kate, pulling back her hands from the Christmas tree revealing a picture of Lucky: Tadaa~!

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I Know You All Over Again - Trixie Mattel at the Laurie Beechman Theater in New York City 5/25/17

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The Scar On His Face||Phil Coulson

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Clint was staring at his desk. He was brooding. That was really the only word for it: Brooding. Maybe sulking. He wasn’t mad at anyone but himself. He’d failed. He had tried to rid the world of evil and he had failed. A woman was dead, a man was now without his wife. He had let her die. He didn’t regret that. He regretted that it was in vain. He regretted that he wasn’t better. He felt as super power less as he really was. He felt like a guy with a bow. He jut hoped Kilgrave was looking over his shoulder now. Still that didn’t mean he could concentrate. He didn’t notice Phil come in.

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daisy-quaking-johnson‌:

“Well, I wouldn’t say nothing’s changed,” she pointed out before shrugging. Plenty of things had changed. Herself, for one, had changed since they’d last seen each other, but it had been a while since then. Did he even know her at all anymore? “Now, I know what you’re willing to do to get rid of him. It says a lot.” She walked over to the counter and leaned on it, looking over at him. “Hey, I didn’t come here to yell at you. I was just going to tell you … I know where Kilgrave is.”

Clint tilted his head. “Look if you want an apology for it... It won’t happen. The only thing I’m sorry about is failing.” He said flatly. “Daisy, kid, I love you... but Right now isn’t a good time.” He said huffing hoping she would leave but she just kept doing. With this weird almost dystopic speech style. He perked when she said she knew where the guys was. “Why? Are you.... Does he have you?” He asked curious if she could even answer. He didn’t know if he wanted to go after the guy again. He wanted him dead sure but he didn’t know if he was ready yet. Not after a failure like that. He needed to plan.

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lily-fairfox‌:

Lily chuckled when he called her Firefly. ‘You say like is easy.” Controlling her emotions was one of the hardest thing she could imagine doing. “Yet.” She tilted her head looking at him, it was hard not to take that as a challenge. “Since you’re why don’t you make yourself useful.” she said with a smirk. “What you say? would you like to piss me off and see how long I can control myself? i will no my best not to explode you.”  

Clint shrugged. For him it was, at least when it was important. He had been dealing with emotions and putting them in the right place his whole life. “When you learn how to channel them... I mean it’s not easy but you get use to it when you learn how to use them the right way. Aim them at the right things.” He said. He didn’t know how to explain it. “I hate me but not that much.” He joked. “I’d rather not be goop.” He said amused. “But I might have another idea.” He said amused and pulled out his phone. “I play the most annoying song I can find and you see how long until you explode.” He offered. He had some shit music.

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alya-whitehall‌:

“I’m sure that’s the case, the guard said that if someone heard I was trying to visit him that would be enough for someone try to hurt me to get to him. I don’t think people would be like that, but I guess many people are still angry at Fisk.” She said. “I’m not sure actually, maybe I should go back home, or walk for a while since is a beautiful day.”

Clint grunted at the name. “Yeah he.... He’s a bad guy.” He pointed out. “Got a lot of bad people after him too.” He warned. It was true. He hadn’t dealt with Fisk but he knew people who had. He was dangerous. “How’d you meet a guy like Wilson Fisk?” He asked worried about who this girl was.

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ofkatebishop‌:

“Control what?” Kate asked desperately. She was used to having something to fight, but the only one here was Clint, and she couldn’t, or wouldn’t, fight him without just cause for it. “He? He who? Who’s doing this to you, Clint?” she asked, though she didn’t know if she actually expected him to answer her. “Why does he want you to hurt me?” She hoped she could talk sense into this. “He can’t get anything from you hurting me because he’s not here. He’s not real.” She shook her head. If he thought she was leaving, he had another think coming. “Lucky and I are staying until we know what’s going on,” she spoke firmly, and Lucky barked.

She could only watch as Clint shouted, shot an arrow that thankfully wasn’t directed at her or Lucky, and slid down the wall behind him. She hoped that meant that this was over. She walked towards him. “You okay then?” she asked.

Clint looked up panting and tired. “I got a hell of a story to tell ya.” He said running a hand through his hair as his head flopped back thumping against the wall. “It’s not a good story though. You sure you wanna hear it?” He asked in a rasp and smirked. “You gotta take better care of yourself kid. I tell you to run I mean it.”

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ofkatebishop‌:

She didn’t know what to take from what he was saying. The hallucinations people were facing didn’t tend to make them react like this. She didn’t know what to make of it. What could he be seeing or hearing that made him act like this. She wondered if it was Loki somehow. If he had messed with her mentor and tricked him into loving him like this, she’d shoot an arrow right between his eyes. It probably wouldn’t even kill him. It was almost like mind control, but Clint clearly seemed to be resisting. “What about your past? Just tell me Clint! I can handle it!” He seemed to be growing more frantic, but Kate was stubborn. “I’m not running.”

Clint winced “Get out of here.” He nearly begged through grit teeth holding himself back as his body begged to follow the order of the phantom that held his mind. “You .... It’s.... I can’t control it.” He tried. “Leave before he makes me hurt you.” He explained. “Take Lucky and go.” He said. They’d be better off without him right? That’s what the man said. He was nothing without the cause and the cause had broken him. That was his programming. He was to serve the cause. He was to kill all resistance. Kate was different though. He couldn’t hurt her. She was all he had.

“Now Clinton.” The man growled. “NO! NO!” Clint shouted fighting with all he had. “NO!” He shouted again. “YOU’RE NOT HERE! I GOT OUT! I KILLED YOU!” He shouted and suddenly an arrow shot from nowhere into the man’s head right where Clint had shot him almost 30 years ago. He slid against the wall exhausted.

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daisy-quaking-johnson‌:

Ah, so he didn’t know then. That was interesting, and good for her at the very least. Of course, it wasn’t as if him knowing really presented any kind of danger to her. She could’ve fought him easily. She could’ve killed him if she wanted to, but she didn’t really care enough to kill him. She wanted him to learn from his mistakes. She wanted everyone else to learn from his mistakes too if that were possible. The fact that he didn’t know just meant that she could play with this a little, have some fun with it. “We need to talk,” she told him, stepping past him into his apartment. “I heard about what you did… with Kilgrave. If it had worked, it might’ve actually been a smart move.”

Something was off. He could feel it in seconds she wasn’t right. Something was different and broken. It was like the kid he was used to was .... different. She would have glared at him for calling her kid. She didn’t sound angry. She didn’t sound like his passionate niece. He looked at her through squinted eyes. “Yeah well it didn’t so nothing changed.” He said simply. “Look if you wanna yell at me some more can we do that later I’m not really interested right now. I mean no offence but ya know... I have shit to do.” He said. He had wallowing to do but that counted.

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kevinthompsons‌:

The stranger didn’t immediately lower the bow and arrow, and Kilgrave stared at him with wide eyes. His heart raced, and he realised that this fucking nutter wasn’t going to put down the weapon. Christ, he didn’t even know who the hell this guy was. He’d sauntered in here and pointed a sodding arrow in his face and wouldn’t even answer a fucking question because he didn’t have to. This is what bloody came of free will. Armed madmen with personal vendettas.

The stranger stepped closer, and Kilgrave automatically, thoughtless, pressed himself back against the sofa, leaning back. He would have got up if he could – tried to put some goddamn distance between them, tried to get behind one of the people in the corner – but the man had nocked another arrow and pointed it straight at him. I like threatening you. Fuck, and this guy knew Daisy? Knew Coulson? Jessica, sure, but he considered the S.H.I.E.L.D. do-gooders his bloody family, and he was acting like this?

“I didn’t go after your bloody family!” he shouted, spitting slightly. “I don’t even know who you fucking are!” He wasn’t going to be murdered by some goddamn stranger, shot in the head like a bloody animal. He had to defend himself. He was about to order one of the people in the corner to attack this man, but then one of the them spoke without being told to, and Kilgrave jumped – it was always startling when they did without being addressed.

“You’re Clint Barton,” she said, and she sounded close to tears. Kilgrave turned to her and saw her pressing the razor against her flesh, slicing her own throat slowly. It was nauseating, and he turned back to the man – Clint Barton. The woman continued. “You’re Hawkeye!” she shrieked, hysterically. “You’re an Avenger! Save us!”

Kilgrave didn’t wait for the man – the apparent bloody superhero – to respond. The woman’s voice was enough to snap him out of his panic, and he shouted at them both. In his desperation to survive, he remembered their names. “Janine, slit your throat,” he ordered. “Richard, attack him. Defend me with your life. Now.” He had expected the threat of their suicide to work, but he had to take drastic measures. He had to use the tools he had on hand.

Fear Finally the response Clint wanted. Good the man knew the situation. Part of his soldier mind said that he shouldn’t shoot an unarmed man. The rest of him reminded himself that this man was the weapon. With that ability he was guaranteed to be a danger without any sort of defense. He was the defense. Clint vaguely saw the woman shouting in the corner. Guilt surged through him. He’d be dealing with that for another 20 years. Add that to the collection of self hate that seemed to be overwhelming. He might need a space ship soon to find a bigger planet to hold it all. Still he didn’t let himself get distracted. This was better. He was better off doing this. She was better off. This thing couldn’t hurt her anymore and as long as he succeeded her death would be worth it. 

Just as he was about to loose the arrow into the man’s skill another order was cast and the man was running at him. Clint Cursed dropping the arrow he had and pulling a stun arrow without thinking shooting it at the running figure. It would have saved him precious seconds to use the real arrow but he couldn’t bring himself to kill another innocent person with his own hands. They were red enough without him adding more. He knew a hero wouldn’t have let either die. He wasn’t a hero. He was a soldier. He watched the man’s body fall to the floor and then pivoted with another arrow looking for his Target.

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ofkatebishop‌:

Kate clutched at her throat when he finally let her go, choking on the air that she’d lost. She pulled away from him. Lucky came to her side, sniffing her as if to make sure she was okay. She wasn’t really hurt that badly or anything. She’d had worse, but she never really expected to be attacked by Clint like that. She could see the way he was looking at something else that wasn’t there. “Clint, it’s not real. Whatever you’re seeing, everyone out there is seeing hallucinations. What are you seeing, Clint?”

“Impressive even your DOG likes her better than you. I must have her.” The man said in Clint’s mind. A twinge traveled through Clint’s body as he flinched away. This time it wasn’t because of the command, it was because of the truth. No one would choose him over Kate. Not Lucky, not Kate, not even himself. She was better. He had many times thought about handing in the towel and just letting her take over. Lucky was happier with her and everyone was better off. She was begging him to tell her what was going on. “Just because it isn’t here doesn’t mean it isn’t real.” He said simply. Maybe the man and the child weren’t here but it was very real. “The past.” Was the only answer he could give. “Take the dog and run.” He said

“No! Clinton! You will bring her! بيت!” The man screeched and Clint felt his muscles twitch to follow the order. He clenches his teeth. “Go!” Clint shouted fighting the order. “Fine. You will not listen to me? Then ذبح.” He hissed the kill command making it sound more like an animal than an Arabic word. “Kate Run.” He rasped.

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kevinthompsons‌:

The moment the stranger’s arrow hit the remote, the couple standing in the corner of the room raised straight razors to their throats, slipping them out of their pockets and holding them up to their necks silently. Kilgrave didn’t even need to glance over to see they’d done it – it was a fail safe he had in place, should anything happen to him. If there was any loud sound – smashing glass, something being hit, something being thrown – they reacted automatically.  Kilgrave looked steadily at the shooter.

“Don’t threaten me,” he said, bluntly. He knew the order wouldn’t work, but he gave it anyway. He was sitting up straight now, but still hadn’t got up from the sofa. This guy hadn’t even answered his goddamn question. All he knew was that Jessica Jones had been telling tales. How like her. The use of Daisy’s superhero name was interesting, but he didn’t comment. This guy probably worked for S.H.I.E.L.D or something. It didn’t matter, really, who he was. This wouldn’t go on for much longer.

Kilgrave glanced over at the couple – just quick enough to just catch sight of the beads of blood on their throats – and then turned back to the stranger. “If you don’t lower your weapon, they’re going to kill themselves,” he said. The situation was obvious, but this guy was a fucking idiot, so he needed it spelled out for him. If he was anything like Daisy and Jessica – and it was likely he was – he wouldn’t let some innocent people die for this. He would step down and piss off, if he had any bloody sense.

Clint noticed the couple in the corner, he didn’t even blink. He wished he could say he felt bad. He knew he should. Everyone else would, except Natasha. Natasha would understand. The threat was clever. It would work on someone who wasn’t him. He wasn’t a hero. He wasn’t a good guy. He wasn’t some misled white knight. He was a soldier and an assassin. Men like Kilgrave had made him kill much more innocent people than the two in the corner. He took a step closer. “I like threatening you.” He said knocking another arrow and aiming between Kilgrave’s eyes. “With someone like you ruining their lives they’re better off.” He said simply. Clint wished he had been afforded the luxury of dying from mind control. Instead he had been primed as a murderer. But that was his DNA. He didn’t know what he believed in but he knew his fate was to be a killer. “You made a mistake. You went after my family.” Clint said taking another step closer. “I want you to realize just how much it’s your own arrogance that’s going to kill you.” He said seconds from loosing the arrow into the man’s head. There was a dark and twisted part of the man who wanted to see the fear in this thing’s eyes first though. 

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alya-whitehall‌:

“I’m sure he is just trying to protect me like he always does but I’m glad to know that he is okay even if he doesn’t want to see me, ” Alya smiled. “I’m glad that someone is going to enjoy them.” regardless if it was his girl, boy or person-friend.

“He sounds like he’s a good friend then.” He offered. “I mean if he’s protecting you he cares. Maybe it’s not that he doesn’t want to see you he just wants to keep you safe.” Clint offered. He would do that. He could understand it. “I’m sure They will.” He agreed “Loki is into this stuff. Where are you off to now?” He asked.

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supersoldierwithashield‌:

Steve couldn’t remember the last time he slept – or stopped, for that matter. Each time he destroyed another canister or dropped another person at an over-crowded hospital, there was always one more. One more life to save. One more fight. 

He knew he couldn’t do this alone for long, and so he made his way towards Clint’s apartment. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but then he heard shouting from inside. Clint’s growled fuck off – with a little note of fear in the words. Steve broke down the door, but there was no one inside but Clint. 

Clint looked at him blankly, his hands wrapped around thin air. “Hey pal,” Steve said slowly, keeping his shield in hand. “Clint – are you all right?”

Clint looked up seeing Steve. He blinked his mind not able to register Steve verses the man ordering him around. “What.... what are you doing here?” He asked and looked at the man then the boy in his hands. Steve had to see it. He had to see the broken child Clint had. “I.... I can’t explain.” He admitted. Steve was going to hate him. “I can’t explain. The boy.... He’s.... I did it.” He admitted. The guilt and fear was clawing at him and he didn’t know what to say or what to do. “Yes.” The man hissed in pleasure and glee.

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Clint nodded understanding more than Phil knew. "Been there... three times." He admitted. "It doesnt stop feeling luke your fault but its easier to forgive others when it happens." He explained. "I can't stomach people with that ability existing. Its.... its the worst thing you can do to a person. Making them do your bidding." He said. "Your blood on their hands." He said remembering it. "Been on a mission." He explained but didny go into detail. He still hadnt been to med to check out his ribs. He knew they were broken he didnt need someone to tell him.

cawcawbxrton‌:

Cling sighed. “I’m not going to do it for you.” He said in a very ambiguous way. In one interpretation it would sound like he was promising not to go after the man because Phil asked him not to. The other way was that the motivation wasn’t from Phil. And it wasn’t just from Phil. Clint needed to take away mind control. It needed to be gone. “You have me. I’m here Phil.” He assured.

He took a deep breath, just glad his friend was there as he took his hand and squeezed it. “Thank you.” He said softly. “It was… I never want anyone to experience that again.” He said with a shiver, thinking about how horrible it felt, like someone else was wearing his skin. How he spent his entire life wanting to be useful, and yet when Kilgrave had a use for him, it became one of the worst experiences of his life. “So, what have you been up to, since my life is so painfully boring?” He asked with a tight smile, trying for jovial. 

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The Life and Times of Clinton Francis Barton

Soo i decided I needed to make a timeline of Clints life as I play it, pre SHIELD

0-Clint's born 

3-Clints dad hits him the first time

4-Clints first visit to the emergency room... this continues every few months

41/2- Barney starts teaching Clint how to aim with rocks so he can run away

6-Clints dad drives himself and Clints mother over a cliff while drunk killing them both instantly

6 1/2- Clint is taken to another hospital room because of older kids at the home

6 3/4- Barney and Clint run away to the circus.

7- Clint is shot by an arrow for missing... this continues nearly daily12- Clint catches the eye of a 21 year old trapeeze artist.

13-Clint's first time with the trapeeze artist16- Barney tries to kill Clint and he runs away from the Circuse

17- Clint joins the military Black ops

17 and 1 month- Clint kills the first time

17 1/8 Clint us captured on an unsanctioned mission, brain washed, and kills a refugee village

18- A bomb goes off while trying to rescue a left man killing thw rest of his unit and deafening him

19-Clint is recruited by SHIELD as an assassin

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agent-natasha-romanoff‌:

“Clint!” Any relief Natasha felt at finding him alive was brief, a new sort of worry setting in as she watched him grab someone by the throat. She knew him well enough to know that something was wrong, but what? Had *they* got to him already? It wouldn’t be the first time they’d manipulated someone’s mind.

Stepping towards him, senses in overdrive in her attempts to watch out for anyone who was around as well as make sure she didn’t do anything to panic her best friend. “Clint,” she repeated, her voice low, and hopefully a lot calmer than she felt. “It’s me. Natasha. Please, let go of that man. He’s not a threat.”

Clint nearly reacted hearing that familiar voice saying his name but he didn’t. He listened to the man until he was freed then he turned around. He saw her. She was there. He couldn’t let her go back. They would do what they’d already done. He couldn’t let Natasha go through that again. He couldn’t let her feel that again. He released the hand listening to her. “I... I know he’s not a thread... I ... I didn’t have a choice... I... I didn’t mean to kill them. You have to go. You... I can’t stop. You have to go.” He warned. He hoped she would understand. She had been through it. Been unmade and remade in a new image. She could see a mind wipe. Understand that his body and mind belonged to someone else. She had to.

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