#clint barton being clint barton

[red1culous]

No Dying Tonight

At dawn you wake to Clint changing his bandages. He grimaces as he washes where the bullet had torn skin away. 

“Morning” you mumble, “need a hand with that?” you ask crouching down next to him. 

His head is bent forward and he frowns in concentration. “I’m fine.” 

“You look like shit” you reply. This made him smile, through gritted teeth.

“You need stitches," you say. "Or something."

He stopped smiling and shook his head, then winced when he touched a particularly sore spot on his arm. “I’ll be fine. We just need to get out of these damn woods, is all.”

You hum in response. “Don’t die on me.”

“I won’t.”

“Really?” You point to the smear of blood on his white tunic.

“I won’t” he repeats himself.

“You have a fever.” You press the palm of your hand to his sweaty forehead. 

This time he hums in reply and you just watch him silently for a few seconds. 

“Fine,” you say at last. “Drink more water and eat something because if you pass out here, I ain’t carrying your crusty old ass out of here.”

He wanted to answer something smart but stopped himself when his head started to throb again. 

Across the field, some birds foraging for worms suddenly take off in flight with a ruckus of panicked whistling and fluttering wings. You raise your eyes up from the mess of blood and bandages, wondering what had riled them so. Sucking in a breath you see a faint plume of smoke in the distance staining the earlier clear skies. It could be a storm headed your way. Great. Just what you needed, to get soaking wet out here in the middle of nowhere. 

The sound of breaking branches catches your attention next. It echoes through the woods and there was no way of telling which way it was coming from. 

“What’s happening?” Clint asks. He is now laying on his back, an arm draped over his eyes, too tired to continue tending to his wound. 

“Nothing. Probably just a deer” you quickly answer not wanting to worry him. Silently you unholster your gun and lay it close to your side. 

“I couldn’t sleep last night. Kept hearing wolves howling” he mutters under his breath just loud enough for you to hear.

You chuckle. “Technically wolves ululate but I get what you mean.”

Just then you hear the sound of more branches breaking. Clint sits up a little in spite of the pain bringing his bow and quiver of arrows closer to his body. His eyes are as wide as saucers. “That was not a deer.”

You keep perfectly still, silent and focused on the green and brown shadows where the tree’s clustered together as if to defend their lands from intruders. “Something is approaching and the forest is sounding the alarm.” You point ahead of you and raise your gun in that direction. 

Clint gently nudges your shoulder. You follow his line of sight to a shaft of light behind some distant trees and shadows moving before it. You readjust your stance flicking the safety off of your gun. 

Neither of you notice the shadow that emerges from the darkness behind you. The figure approaches slowly with silent footsteps. Only when it is too late and a shiver runs down the length of your spine do you sense that something isn’t right. Two breaths later an arm is secured firmly around your neck and you’ve been disarmed. You hiss when you feel cold metal pressing into the soft skin of your jugular. 

Clint whips his head around and begins to lift his arrow at the intruder. 

“Tsk tsk tsk” the arm around your neck tightens and you feel warm breath on the side of your face. 

Clint lowers his weapon letting out a breath he was holding. “Fucking finally, I’ve been dying over here.”

The arm around your neck loosens as the person it’s attached to spins you around winding her hands this time around your middle and nuzzling her face into your neck. You instinctively close your eyes. “I’ve missed you” you say into her skin inhaling her scent.

She kisses between the junction of your neck and jaw. “I’ve missed you too.” She pulls away inspecting you for any injuries. “Sorry it took us so long to get here.”

“Yea sorry bout that,” Sam says as he clears the tree line approaching your group, “we had to wait for Bucky here to get his hair did.” 

You chuckle giving him a fist bump. Nat joins Bruce to attend to Clint. While Tony radios Fury to update him on the situation. 

Bucky watches you pointedly with an unwavering gaze. “You ok?” he says walking towards you. 

“Yeah.” You answer looking down to your bandaged right hand. Bucky quirks an eyebrow at you. 

You sigh. “I punched a guy with an insanely strong jaw but I’ll be fine.”

“You really ok?” He asks again and reaches for your hand.

“Yea." You say quickly snatching your hand away from his grasp. "What’s this about your hair?” You change the subject and go instead to touch his hair.

He swats your hand away laughing. “We weren’t late because of me, you know.” You nod. “But I have been meaning to give myself a new look. What d’ya think?”

You eye his head of hair purposefully tilting yours left and right as if deep in thought. “Well,” you finally say, “have you thought of topiary?” He laughs shoving you gently. 

“Hey now, don’t push her she’s already injured” you hear Nat fake scold Bucky who quickly slinks off, arms raised in defeat. She lifts your bandaged hand to take a better look at it. 

“Why do you always get yourself into these messes?” she asks kissing your knuckles.

“I was just doing my duty.” You cup her cheek with your other hand. “Plus I’m fine, really I swear.”

She hums at your response. “Duty? That covers a multitude of sins.”

“You’re one to talk.” You pull her towards you and wrap your arms around her waist. 

“You know what? Let’s just go,” she says pecking you on the lips, “I can scold you when we’re home.”

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[bexcookiee]

Okay but what about all the technically nicknamed avengers ticking off one another by calling them their given names. Just going at each other like:

“What the fuck Anthony”

“Don't look at me! It’s not my fault, James”

“Yeah, come on guys it’s clearly Steven's fault”

“Oh shove off Clinton, like you could do any better”

While Natasha and Bruce just sit on the side shaking their heads.

[legalandnotease]

You know what annoys me most about Endgame (well a lot of things do), but most of all?

The way that it completely ignores what Natasha did. How crucial her actions were to the ultimate victory. Instead they tried to make Endgame into Iron Man 4, and pretend Tony saved everyone singlehandedly. Yet the truth is the plan to reverse the snap would *never have worked* without Natasha's sacrifice.

They had to have all of the stones to snap everybody back- and they also had to have all the Stones to snap Thanos away. Even one missing, and not only would the Snapped have stayed dead, but Thanos would have won a second time.

In truth, it was Natasha who saved the universe and Natasha who ensured ultimate victory against Thanos. Anybody could have snapped Thanos away (it didn't have to be Tony), but few could have paid the ultimate price for the Soul Stone.

In fact: let's talk about the Soul Stone. It was the most difficult and costly of all the Stones to obtain. I read that some theories that the souls of the Snapped were contained in the Stone, and so it was the key to bringing everyne back.

Meaning that Stone was also the one which allowed Thanos and his army to be Snapped away.

So again, it all comes back to Natasha, and her choice on Vormir.

Yet she didn't even get a funeral. The movie just completely ignores her to give Tony all the credit and all the fuss when he actually did very little.

And had to be emotionally blackmailed and tricked to do even that. Natasha was willing every step of the way.

[aesthetic-bbyg]

I miss avenger fics😔.

[burnt-parchment]

Hawkeyes and missing left over fries

[movienerd22]

Natasha: Tony have you seen Barton

Tony: *looks up to the Celling* no

Natasha:

Tony:

Natasha: *pointing her gun up at the vent*

Clint: *sticks his head out of the vent* hey no! *he shrieks*

Tony: *absolutely done* please don’t shoot my ceiling again

[hawkzeyes]

Hey consistently giving Marvel excuses and passes for not showing Clint Barton as deaf is in fact super gross. It is too well known now and official Marvel teams working with his character should know better. It’s not obscure unknown information. It’s widely popularized. It was recanonized over a decade ago (and I say recanonized because he was deafened in the 80s too). Even if you don’t read comics it was canonized in the MCU 4 years ago. Marvel knows he is deaf. Making him otherwise at this point is a deliberate choice to erase his disability.

[buckystrutssogood]

Bucky: *walks into the living room* guys have you seen Steve? We were supposed to go out

Sam: *doing the crossword* No idea

Clint: I thought you guys were already going out *giggles*

Natasha: *scowls in his direction*

Bucky: yes, that’s what I said??

Clint: yeah but it-the point- *sighs, scowls* never mind

Bucky: *smirks, because he knew exactly what he was doing*

Tony: *walks in* okay hey Barnes, why are you dressed like you are going on a date?

Bucky: Because I was supposed to be on one! *annoyed* I can’t find Steve

Tony: ….um he on the roof with your cat

Bucky: ….

*Bucky rushes to the roof, finds Steve sprawled across the couch with Alpine asleep on his chest*

Steve: oh hey *smiles*

Bucky: you’re taking a nap?? Seriously? What about our date

Steve: I am not feeling well *fake coughs*

Bucky: *squints* you just don’t want to let go of Alpine

Steve: I can’t get up because getting up would wake this pretty princess up. *looks at her fondly*

Bucky: *sighs, starts to walk away* *yells at him* she is my cat you know!

Steve: *yells back* was!!

[hawkmoonie]

winterhawk kisses

[plasmasorcerer]

thought of them when i saw this

[cowboylikeyouu]

me @ clint barton every second of every day

[luckyboki]

You cannot convince me that Loki isn’t friends with Bucky, Steve, Sam, Clint and Natasha. YOU CANNOT.

Loki made Clint feel included on Valentine’s Day. Bucky, Sam and Steve showed up to Alligator Loki’s birthday party and looked so happy to be there. Steve, Natasha and Clint hangout with Loki on snow days and EVEN HANGOUT IN HIS APARTMENT AFTER.

Canonical best friends.

Alligator Loki, you are the series EVER.

[mamaspidershit]

Peter: A SPIDEEER!!!!!! Natasha: KILL IT! SMASH IT! Peter: BURN IT! Natasha: STAB IT! WITH A KNIFE! GET ME THE SHOTGUN! Clint: Awww, it’s so cute! Look at it!

[melon-official]

putting rivals f. barton in a bunch of comic panels that i totally didn’t spend several hours reading for no reason at all

[egirlinred]

"I'll finish drawing this," I say as I proceed to hop onto Marvel Rivals and leave my 100+ Winterhawk wips in the dust

[anders-chr]

Hey. So like, winterhawk, right? Winterhawk. But; they’re both in the fame industry. Both, not by choice — at least, not anymore. Bucky is an actor and a musician, Clint is an actor and a singer. Their managers force them to do a show together. They do not like each other. While Clint is singing, Bucky starts playing the electric guitar loudly. It turns into a battle of who can be the loudest while the audience is going crazy. People post it on social media, shipping them. Their managers form a contract and force them to start fake dating each other. They share hotel rooms and are in each other’s presence on a day to day basic. We get “who did this to you?” when one of their managers doesn’t treat them kindly. We get “That’s MY boyfriend.” when a fan flirts with one of them after a show. We get them trying to make the best of their situation. We get them calling each other by their last names but the night they’re honest; they call each other by their first names. Winterhawk, but fame fake dating.

Hear. Me. The. Fuck. Out.