#clint barton story

[clintbartonslover]

A Tense Atmosphere

Summary~ not sure how to summarize it, just a random story in my mind I’ve started hope you like it

Word Count~378

Warnings~ None

   Well, that went better than I had thought. As I go to sit down to wait on him, my anxiety heightens. Waves of doubt flood my mind as I sit there. I stare off into the distance as I play with my hair. I shouldn't have come back; this was a bad idea, and of course, the first time I came back, I had to choose Clint's and my anniversary.

   Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder pulling me out of my thoughts. I look up and see Tony. "Hey, you alright, you look like you feel sick." Nodding as I get up, I start to pick up my bags, but he stops me. "I can carry your luggage, but are you sure you are feeling well? You seem a little pale." He looks over at me, trying to hide the concern in his voice, but I could hear it. "Yeah, I feel alright; thanks for picking me up." He nods as we walk to his car. "Of course, but I'm a little surprised that you chose today to come back."

    I watch Tony as he puts my luggage in the back of his car. "I didn't come back, Tony; I'm just visiting, and what is so important that you couldn't tell me over the phone?" I see as his mouth tighten in a hard line as he finishes loading my stuff in his car. Deciding not to say anything else, I just get into the car. Hearing him slam the trunk, I watch as he gets into the driver's side. As he gets in, he looks over at me. "Now really isn't the time; I'll tell you when we get back to my place."

•Acceptance

•Familiar Stranger

•A Broken Heart and A Broken Dream

•The Weight Of Doubt

[whatelsecanwedonow]

You know, you don’t have to do this. It is part of the job. It’s always inconvenient. It’s lonely. You will get hurt. Heroes have to make some tough decisions. So, if you’re gonna do this… I just wanna know you’re ready. HAWKEYE (2021) S01E06 | So This Is Christmas?

[joezy27]

HAWKEYE - Kate Bishop & Clint Barton (and Lucky)

Marvel Super Stories - “Gosh, I Love Arrows” by Ben Hatke

[morgangalaxy43]

Reminder that Loki is genderfluid and Wanda is Jewish and Romani and Clint is deaf in the comics (I know Clint is deaf in the MCU now but wasn’t really ever a part of his character until way later)

[goldenhawk-k]

The main problem with MCU!clint (other than not being deaf) is the fact he’s too cool. Clint Barton is a loser idiot bozo three-time-divorced ex-carnie dumbass broke archer. And that’s integral to his character

[gayspacedrawings]

Waiting for Tony's coffee order to be ready

[voicesinthedarkness]

Fever

Clint had just finished decorating the Christmas tree when he heard a knock on the front door.

He grins, quickly moving from the living room to the entryway and unlocking the door. Natasha stands there, shivering. Her eyes brighten when they lock with his. “Merry Christmas,” she says, wiping her runny nose with a kleenex. “Merry Christmas, Tasha,” Clint smiles, leading her inside. “You okay?” he says, turning around as she takes her jacket off. “You don’t usually have a runny nose.”

She shrugs, hanging her jacket on an empty hook, saved specifically for her. “Just cold,” she answers, snuggling into his arms. “Feel free to use my shirt as a kleenex,” Clint teases, kissing the top of her head. “I just did laundry.” Nat laughs, turning around to grab a new kleenex and blowing her nose, then tossing both kleenexes in the garbage can under the sink and returning to Clint. She presses a couple fingers to her temple, wincing. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Clint asks. “Head hurts,” she mutters, leaning heavily into him. He puts the back of his hand to her forehead and sighs. Hot. “Come on,” he grunts, picking her up and carrying her to the couch. “I’m fine,” Nat protests, struggling weakly against him. “You’re burning up,” Clint replies sternly, pushing her back down on the couch cushions. He grabs a blanket (black with alternating red hourglasses and purple arrows), then a damp cloth, checking on Nat every few seconds to make sure she isn’t trying to leave.

In fact, when he gets back to the couch, her eyes are closed, arm hanging limply over the couch. “Nat!” he exclaims, concerned, kneeling on the floor beside her. “I’m fine,” she slurs, eyes blinking open slowly. He sighs and shifts her so that he can sit in the corner and rest her head and shoulders in his lap, putting the cloth on her forehead and pulling the blanket over her.

“It’s dumb that I’m sick on Christmas Eve,” Nat mumbles after a while. Clint rubs the back of her hand with a thumb, wiping sweat off her forehead with the cloth in his other hand. “At least you won’t get called into work,” he offers. She laughs tiredly, tugging herself up so that she can rest her head on his shoulder, spooning herself on her side against him. Clint sighs happily and readjusts the blanket over both their legs. “I love you,” she murmurs. “I love you too,” he answers, kissing her head.

[clintbartonslover]

A Broken Heart and A Broken Dream

Summary~ not sure how to summarize it, just a random story in my mind I’ve started hope you like it Word count~436

Warnings~ none that I know of

(3 years ago)

   "Clint, I'm telling you I don't feel comfortable about this..." I finish packing and place my bag over by the door beside his.

  Our wedding was in three weeks, so why was he picking up a mission now? What was he doing? No, what was he thinking? OK, I have got to calm down...

"Alma, it's a simple mission. Nothing is going to happen, I promise." Clint places his index finger under my chin, making me look up at him.  "But..." He cuts me off with a kiss, "Everything will be fine, I promise."

I was still annoyed that we were doing this, and I also couldn't shake that gut feeling, something was going to go wrong.

(Present)

   

    I groan when I hear my alarm go off, reaching for my phone to turn it off, 'I just need five more minutes.' I think to myself as I am about to close my eyes, I hear it go off again. Letting out a sigh, I roll back over to pick up my phone.

    I don't know why I even bother looking at the caller ID anymore because I know it's going to be Tony, it's always him calling. "I moved out of New York to get away from Tony and the Avengers, and all he does is call me." I say under my breath as I answer the call, "What are you doing up this early?" I try not to sound annoyed, but this was the third time this week he's called me, not to mention last night this was getting out of hand.

"Alma! Good Morning! I just wanted to check in on you." I roll my eyes, "Gee, I am lucky you've been checking up on me every day since I moved, what, three years ago." I hear him sigh. "Alma, just hear me out, please." I try to hide the annoyance in my voice. "Alright, just be quick. I've got to get ready for work."

   "yeah, I'll try," he states, I hear a bunch of background noise as I wait for him to start talking again, and for a moment I am tempted to hang up. "Sorry about that, Alma." he finally says, "It's fine now, what is so important that you have to keep calling?" I heard him mutter something, but I couldn't quite make it out, "Tony, what do you want?"

I was starting to get frustrated. "Alma, I think it's easier to explain in person." Oh no, I wasn't going back there "No! Tony...I'm not coming back!" I hang up abruptly, not letting him finish his reasoning.

The archer's voice

• Acceptance

•Familiar Stranger

[wanderingmind867]

Oh, motherfucker. I hate to swear, but this issue made me want to swear. Of course the sons of the serpent were led by the Chinese Communist! Of course! Of freaking course! I hate this issue. I'm sorry but it's atrocious. I hate it. I'm not going to want to reread this anytime soon. Leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Now hopefully this is the last dumb cold war story in this collection:

Edit: I still feel really weird having swore here. So I'm going to try and pretend I didn't do it, because it's making me feel all awkward, for some reason.

[joezy27]

HAWKEYE - Clint Barton & Kate Bishop

Marvel Super Stories - "Gosh, I Love Arrows" by Ben Hatke

[hawkeyejrhuntress]

On November 24 it will be two years since Marvel brought the Hawkeye series to the little screen. 6 episodes and 5 weeks of getting to know Kate Bishop and watching her annoy Clint. Watching them for those 5 weeks was amazing and it was one of the MCU shows I wished had gotten a second season. So, with the anniversary of the show coming up, I decided to create a Hawkeye Holiday Challenge.

How it will work:

On October 1st I will list the prompts for the stories. The prompts will have mini-ideas attach to them but you do not have to follow to the tea just think to the general theme. The stories must be posted on A03.

You can prewrite your stories and co-write them with others. But they cannot be published before the challenge. It is encouraged that you participate in all 5 weeks but if you can it’s all good.

Challenge Weeks:

Week 1: Nov 19th – Nov 25th

Week 2: Nov 26th – Dec 2nd

Week 3: Dec 3rd – Dec 9th

Week 4: Dec 10th – Dec 16th

Week 5: Dec 17th – Dec 23rd

There will be 5 weekly winners and one Grand winner. After each week I will create a poll with the stories that qualified, and readers can pick the winner. To qualify as the Grand Winner, you must write a story for all 5 weeks.

If I can find an artist to work with me the Grand Winner will get a custom art piece to go with their story of their pick for the challenge.

Rules:

Start Date will be Nov 19th and End Dec 23rd.

Each story can only be a one shot or a mini story with no more than 3 chapters.

When posting the stories use the tag HawkeyeHolidayChallenge23.

You cannot post all 5 stories at once. If you are doing the week one prompt is has to be posted with week one.

Have Fun and Be Creative!

[kaunis-sielu]

Sick: 2

“Hello?” Helen says.

“We have an emergency. Something is wrong with Sam.”

“Are you sure you need me?” She asks and you get a sick feeling in your stomach, she thinks this is a fake call.

“Cho! This isn’t a Thor is in his underwear running around the compound kind of call! This is a get here now!”

“Oh, oh my god.” She says as it seems to click for her that you’re absolutely serious. “I’m so sorry,” you hear her say, “There’s an emergency at the Tower, I have to go.” You can hear her parents say something but you don’t know what, “I love you guys.” She says to them, “I’m on my way.” She says to you and you can hear her moving.

“Shit. We need to check on Clint and Tony too. They didn’t show up for movie night.”

“You should stay away from them.” She says, and you let out a quick laugh,

“Helen, I’m probably the best person to get close to them. I don’t get sick, not since my accident.” Ever since you’d been given this power you were unable to get sick, not a cold, not a flu, not even an infection.

“Okay fine. Just keep everyone else away from them.”

“Bucky carried Sam to the hospital wing.”

“Have him decontaminate. Try and keep Sam cool until I can get there. Cool cloths would be best. Cool the room down too.”

“Okay.” You agree sprinting into the room. “Bucky, strip and decontaminate.” You tell him and when he looks at you like you’re crazy you shrug and say, “Cho’s orders.”

“For the record I didn’t say it like that.” She says over FRIDAY but Bucky is already pulling off his shirt on his way to the decontamination shower.

“FRIDAY send DUM-E with some clothes from his room.”

“There should be a pack in there for him.” Helen tells you, you can tell that she’s in a car now, heading toward you, “Get Sam cool.” You hear the shower turn on and make your way to the sink. You pull out some pillowcases and turn on the cold water. You’re wringing out the extra water when Steve pulls open the door.

“Stop!” He freezes in the doorway, “Sam is sick, we’re not sure what’s wrong because I helped him this morning and now he’s unconscious and burning up. You need to stay out.”

“I have the serum.” He reminds you but you’re still not exactly comfortable with him coming in.

“Mask up.” You tell him, and Steve nods then pulls a mask off of the wall as Bucky comes out of the shower in clean clothes with his other clothes in a yellow biohazard bag. “You too Buck. Mask up.”

“Yes ma’am.” He teases as Steve throws him a mask.

“Doll, please mask for my sanity.” Steve asks and you give him a fond little eye roll but you do as he asks and grab a mask from the wall and tug it on your face.

“Steve get out of here. Bucky you’ve already touched him since you carried him in here so I need your help. Cho said to keep him cool, I need you to turn down the heat in here. Then we need to check on Tony and Clint.” You tell him as Steve helps your wring out the wet pillow cases. “Steve go.” You order him and his concerned eyes meet yours. “Please.” He nods as Bucky crosses the room and turns the thermostat down.

“Should I tell the others?”

“No.” You tell him glancing over your shoulder at him, “We don’t need to start a panic.”

“Okay.”

“Just go back to the movie. Bucky check on Tony and Clint. If they’re like Sam get them here then shower again and go to the movie.”

“Are you sure?” Bucky asks as he too moves toward the door.

“Yes.” You pack the wet cloth around Sam. You cut the shirt off of Sam and place one of the pillowcases over him, you try to think of what else you can do to keep him cool. You’re not sure you’re powers will be much help but you gently touch his cheek anyway. “Keep sleeping Sam, keep sleeping so you can keep fighting.” You can’t help but murmur.

Before you know it Bucky comes back into the hospital wing with Tony slung over his shoulder. You can’t help but notice how much gentler he’s being with Tony than he was with Sam.

“His temp up too?” You ask as Bucky puts Tony on a bed next to Sam.

“Yea, I haven’t checked Clint yet but I’m not optimistic if these two are like this.”

You throw more pillow cases into the sink as Helen comes rushing in.

“Tony too?”

“Yea, I told Steve to keep his mouth shut and get out of here. Bucky is going to go and check on Clint.”

“Do you have any idea what this could be?”

“Sam just didn’t feel good. I didn’t get any specifics but it felt like the beginning of the flu or a really bad cold. Nothing that should do this.” You tell her gesturing to your unconscious friend. Helen puts on some hazmat gear as Bucky hurries back out of the hospital as you wring out the towels for Tony.

“I put Sam to sleep, you want me to do the same to Tony?” You ask as you cut his shirt off too, when he wakes up you’re never going to hear the end of this, cutting one of his soft, expensive shirts.

“Yea,” She agrees as she puts an IV in Sam, “I want to draw blood too.”

“I thought you might. Once I’m done with Tony-“

“You’ll have to get to work on Clint.” Bucky interrupts and your gaze swings to the doorway where he’s supporting Clint who is clinging to consciousness.

“Shit.”

“Bucky, shower again. We’re putting you in the quarantine room.” Helen says as she moves to the other side of Sam to draw blood.

“Yea.” Bucky agrees, not seeming surprised by this information before easing Clint onto one of the beds. Clint’s body shakes with coughs and you move to him.

“Clint?”

“Do it.” He croaks answering your unasked question and after a quick glance over at Helen who nods you place your hands on him and let him sleep. He’s not as hot as the other two but you know that if you’re not careful he’s going to be.

You and Helen run around like crazy for the next couple of hours, you focus on keeping their temperatures down and she focuses on trying to figure out what the hell they’re sick with. You’re so drained, you’ve never constantly had to use your powers like this, and it doesn’t seem to be doing much good.

You don’t leave until the sun is up. Steve is standing on the other side of the glass, tapping it gently.

“Honey. You need to get some sleep.” You see him say the words more than you hear them.

“I know. I’m going to take one of the quarantine rooms.” You say back and he frowns. You know he worries, you are, or were, only human and still needed to sleep.

“Honey,”

“I know. I know. But I can’t leave them Steve. What if something happens because I left?” You tell him through the glass, your eyes filling with tears.

“You can’t help them if you don’t take care of yourself.” You know he’s right, in your head you do but in your heart you can’t leave them. “I’ll come in there.”

“FRIDAY has strict instructions to not allow anyone else in.” You counter and he looks amused.

“You think that would stop me?” He challenges and you frown at him.

“I hope the serious threat of illness or death would.”

“You need sleep.”

“I know but how am I supposed to when our friends could die?” You ask your voice breaking and Steve presses a hand to the glass.

“Honey, please come out.” He says, the concern is evident in those bright eyes of his. “Please.” You glance over your shoulder at Sam, Clint and Tony. “You can’t help them if you’re exhausted.”

“I agree.” Helen says sleepily, “but she can’t come out.”

“What?”

“I’ll watch over everyone and keep working until Jemma gets here but you need to take a breath and be quarantined from others. You and I are already exposed.”

“I’m a super solider.” Steve argues but Cho shakes her head.

“We can’t take the risk.” When she sees how crestfallen he looks she adds, “I’m sorry.”

“You’ll go to sleep?” Steve asks and you sigh heavily,

“Yes.” He studies you for a second, as if he’s trying to decide if he believes you or not. “I promise.”

“Okay. I’ll come by later okay?”

“Okay, I love you.”

“I love you too Honey.” Steve says before Helen ushers you into one of the quarantine rooms.

“You’ll wake me if you need me?”

“Yes.” She promises before she closes the door and you go to sleep.

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[teddypines]

Picture day, Cat One-shot

Third person pov.

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It was a quiet afternoon in the compound. Cat was asleep on one of the chairs in the common room. She was just a purrfect little loaf of cat. 

As Cat was sleeping, Clint tried to sneak up to the cat. He has been trying to get a good picture of her for weeks. But every time he came close to getting one, Cat moved away. It was like Cat didn't want her picture taken.

Clint slowly walked to the chair, and the camera was ready to take the picture. He moved closer and closer to Cat. It looked like he would finally get the picture he wanted. 

"Finally a good picture of our precious fur ball," Clint thought to himself as he was ready to take that picture.

Just as Clint was pressing the button, Thor walked into the common room. Loudly announcing his presence. This scared the poor Cat, who ran away. Leaving Clint with a blurred photograph of the precious cat.

"Damn it, Thor! You ruined my picture of Cat." Clint said as he turned to him. Thor just looked at Clint and said, "Sorry.". Thor then walked to the kitchen in search of Poptarts. Clint sighed and left the common room.

On his way out, Clint started thinking of a new plan to get a picture of Cat. 

                                                      《》 

Cat was hiding in the lab. She didn't want her picture taking. The camera always scared her. She doesn't know why, but it scared her so much. Cat knows that i would make Clint happy if he got her picture. She was just too scared to let him take it.

Tony looked up from his work as he saw the cat walking in. "Hey there, Cupcake." he greeted her. Cat answered him with a sad meow and walked over to Tony. "What's wrong, Cupcake?" Tony asked. "You know she can't answer that question, right?" Bruce responded.

"Just let me talk to the cat, Bruce! I also know for a fact that you talk to her too." Tony answered back. Bruce sighed and rolled his eyes in defeat and went back to his work. 

Tony tried talking to Cat, but that obviously didn’t work, so he asked FRIDAY to get Loki or Wanda to come to the lab. After about 5 minutes, both Wanda and Loki walked in.

"What do you want, Stark?" Loki asked. "Good to see you too Reindeergames. I need one of you to translate for me." Tony said to them. He picked Cat up and placed he on the workbench. "Alright, Cupcake, why are you sad?" He questions Cat. Cat meowed in response, but before Wanda could translate. Clint ran into the lab.

"Guy's, have you seen Cat?? I have been looking for her, but I can't find her anywhere." 

"Yeah, she's right here. She was just about to tell us something." Wanda said. "Alright, go on. I'll wait." Wanda turned back to Cat, and Cat repeated what she said earlier. "Cat said that Clint wants to take a picture of her, and she wants to make Clint happy but is too scared of the camera to let him take a picture." Wanda told everyone. 

Everyone was quiet for a bit before loki said, "Wel Clint, why do you want a picture of Cat?" Loki asked. "So I can show Cat to the kids when I get home." He answered. 

"You can just bring them to the compound if you want them to see Cat."  Bruce commented from across the room. Clint looked like he wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. Everyone else just laughed at Bruce's comment. 

"We could always ask a professional to take her picture." Tony suggested. He looked at Cat to see what she thought of the idea, Cat meowed a few times and looked happy. Loki translated this time, telling everyone that Cat was willing to try it. Tony immediately booked an appointment with a professional animal photographer. 

  《 time skip. 2 days into the future 》

Today, the professional photographer came to the compound. Everything seemed to be going well until Cat came running from outside scared and trying to hide behind Bucky. 

Bucky was trying to comfort Cat when Terry, the photographer, came inside. "Is Cat here? She ran away when the automatic flash light went off." 

"It's alright doll the camera won't hurt you." Bucky tried to get Cat out of hiding. Cat looked from behind Bucky at the camera. She meowed at it and Terry. "She will only come out if the flash monster stays away." Loki told Terry.  "Oh, yeah, I can turn the automatic flash off. That should make her less afraid " 

"Wait, you can turn the flashlight off?!" Cint asked, confused. "Yeah, you didn't know that?" Terry sat even more confused. "No. No, I did not know that." Clint admitted. "So I spent a lot of money on this just to learn that you had to turn off the flashlight!" Tony said, a bit irritated. "Sorry Tony, I didn't know." 

After that, the photoshoot went really well, Terry made a lot of cute photos, and Tony, of course, purchased every single one of them. So everyone in the compound could see the cute cat. 

At the end of the day, Cat was lying on Clint's lap. She meowed at him and looked happy. She wasn't afraid anymore, and Clint finally got the picture he wanted. Both happy and tired, they fell asleep on the couch. 

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A/N: Hi, thanks for reading my story. :) This is my first story, and im kind of new to this, so feedback is welcome. Just don't be too harsh. 

If the characters are off character, i'm sorry about that. Also, English is not my first language, so mind the grammar errors. The story is on wattpad too, but not as clean.

Okay, that was it, bye.

[bobbimorses]

hi i think u have a post about clint being really pretty throughout several comics and i just spent awhile being a year-deep scrolling on ur blog and i can't find it. do u know what i'm talking about here lol

so glad you asked,

[normaltothemax]

'Look out your window' And outside of Clint's window? Robin is there, perched on the edge of a fire escape, cheeky grin spread across a young face as he waved. "Hi!" He chirped. "I hear you've charmed Nightwing, I'm glad, he deserves some happiness. Just a fair warning: hurt him and I will destroy you, digitally and physically." -arobinwithoutbatman ((I am so sorry for him, he's a little protective of his brother. But also hello! I've been seeing you on my dash a lot! Your threads with dramatisperscnae are a delight to read))

He’d noticed him there a minute or so ago. Had caught a flash of colour out of the corner of his eye when he’d initially dropped down to the fire escape. Instead of addressing him, though, Clint just flips the page of his book and pretends to keep on reading. Kid’s there for a reason, hasn’t announced himself yet, might as well let him do things at his own pace.

Assuming he’s not there to just watch Clint like a mini creeper.

His phone chirps with a new text, instructions to look out his window, and he raises a brow. How the hell did this kid get his number? It’s possible that Dick gave it to him, but he’s not sure why that might’ve occurred. However it happened, he looks out the window and meets the kid’s eyes.

The costume’s a dead giveaway—Robin. The little brother; Tim. Timmy. Clint will do him the favour of pretending like he doesn’t know who the kid beneath the mask is, if only because it’ll probably save himself a lot of trouble in the long run. Mostly, though, he’s keeping his mouth shut to keep the kid from freaking out and bolting.

He doesn’t even get a word in before he’s being given a shovel talk, and he can’t stop his lips from twitching in amusement. It’s not that he doesn’t believe him—he’s heard about Tim and tech, he’s sure the kid’ll make good on his promise if he feels the need to—it’s just funny coming from the mouth of a twelve-year-old playing superhero. (And boy oh boy does Clint have opinions about that. He has to shut down that line of thinking quickly before he works himself up over the fact that kids have no place out on the field.)

“Noted.” He marks his page and sets the book aside, leaning back in his seat to cross his arms. “That all you came here to say? Or did you want to come inside? I make a mean hot chocolate.” By which he means he mixes the hot chocolate powder with warm milk, not water, and adds copious amounts of marshmallows.

@arobinwithoutbatman