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Clint Barton. Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Master of Archery and Espionage. What more could the Avengers want? [Independent Clint Barton/ Hawkeye RP/ASK Blog. OC and AU friendly, Muti-ship, and multi-verse. Mun and Muse 18+. Please read Info. Always willing...

[mishasteaparty]

Clint Barton & Natasha Romanoff - two master assassins…

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Phil:: Clint, why are you making that face? Is the coffee bad or something?

Clint: Natasha put salt in my coffee because I annoyed her, but I’m going to continue to drink it because I’m petty and I refuse to let her win.

[ofspaceandmyths]

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@archerxunmade

As she sat up after leaning over the toilet, slowly she stood up. “–Thanks.” Annabelle managed to get out before walking back to the bed. “Do yo mind making me some tea, please?”

[archerxunmade]

"Sure thing, babe" Clint cooed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He left and returned back with a cup of her favorite tea. He handed it to Annabelle. With his hands free he used the back of his hand to feel for a fever. "Are you feeling sick? Was it somethibg you ate?" He inquired.

[brooklynislandgirl]

archerxunmade‌:

Old dog, new tricks [Closed Starter]

Clint stared at the monstrous textbook in front of him. He’d promised himself that he would get through this chapter, thinking this would be better than the normal paperwork he had to do. Despite reading the page for what felt like eternity, he still understood nothing. The growing tension and frustration causing the words to begin to blur. Giving up, his head connected to the table with a slight thud. Why was everything so difficult?

Slowly, Clint pulled his head up with a sigh. He wasn’t getting anything done at this rate. The archer grabbed the textbook and a jacket thinking that perhaps a change of scenery would help him focus. As the air began to cool with the sun waning, he made his way down the block to a local coffee shop he’d be meaning to try.

He ordered a small dark roast coffee, black before setting up camp in the back corner. His calloused hands flipped through the pages until he found the one he left off of. With coffee in hand and a hefty sigh, he continued to try and make sense of the words in front of him.

Manhattan ~the city, to locals~ certainly enjoyed it’s coffee, and Jay made a killing keeping later hours than most places, when it suited her, anyway. But that just meant Beth would have a place to hole up in that awkward stretch between getting off shift and needing to wait for the train, or sucking up her beliefs about the environment and hailing a taxi. She didn’t like the dark and while she had certain questionable opinions, hiking back to Brooklyn after sunset was not among them.

Despite having put in twelve hours on the floor, and another in travel time, she was still able to chit chat with the girl behind the counter who told her Jay was ‘walking like an Egyptian’ which she didn’t understand but had been told Beth would. And Beth did. She payed for her coffee ~triple espresso soy vanilla latte, extra large~ and turned to find a place to sit…and much to her lack of surprise found nothing open.

She did the only thing she could, and made her way to the back. One guy, table to himself, and she had what she thought was a fairly irresistible offer. The tiny nurse, still in her scrubs, put on her brightest smile. “Uhm…hi. Uh…I…I don’ mean t’ boddah you but if I promise t’ be really quiet an’ give ya half of dis city’s best fettuccine Alfredo….would ya mind if I sit wi’ ya? Every oddah place is taken up….”

[archerxunmade]

Clint looked up at her blankly for a moment. It took a bit for his mind to realize someone was talking to him. He glanced at the Alfredo dish in front of him and licked his lips. He hadn't realized how hungry he'd been. He'd been attemoting to study for so long he'd forgotten about dinner. "Cofee and pasta is quite a pairing. I'll eat your leftovers, but I won't steal away half a meal from ya." He offered, gesturing for her to sit.

He went to focus on the page he'd been staring at. Despite reading it over and over he just couldn't make sense of it. Reading the information was always more difficult than seeing it done. Cli t ket out a heavy sigh and dragged his hands down his face in frustration.

"You wouldn't happen to know about factoring quadratic equations would you? I'll pay ya twenty bucks if you can help me make sense of all this bullshit." He asked the stranger in desparation.

[spectralarchers]

FAKE TV SHOW → « HAWKEYE, my life as a weapon. »

Presenting Hawkeye: Jeremy Renner stars as Clint Barton, also known as Hawkeye, the world’s greatest marksman. This show presents the archer’s story, from his childhood to today, where he teams up with the Avengers to save the world.

▬ starring Jeremy Renner, Daniel Craig, Jean Reno, Woody Harrelson, Natalie Dormer, Hailee Steinfeld, Gemma Arterton, Scarlett Johansson, Clark Gregg, Samuel L. Jackson, and Ryan Kwanten.

[persephonememes]

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ You’ve tasted the power. How can you not want more? ❜

❛ What is it you care about so much? ❜

❛ If you’d like to see what I’m capable of, just watch. ❜

❛ None of us are worth saving unless we’re all worth saving. ❜

❛ You are the heart of this Pack. Without you, it’s nothing. ❜

❛ So maybe they’re wrong. Maybe this whole system of rules is wrong. ❜

❛ This secret. It doesn’t protect us. It kills us. ❜

❛ There is no middle ground. I don’t make these rules. ❜

❛ You left me to fend for myself and nothing is resolved? ❜

❛ I think it’s understated, with a hint of whimsy. ❜

❛ You’re asking me to risk everything. ❜

❛ When you first saw me, what did you think? ❜

❛ What the hell is that supposed to mean? ❜

❛ You’re chasing the wrong enemy. ❜

❛ I hate that it took me so long to find you. ❜

❛ Hidden military bases aren’t supposed to be easy to find. If I could I would, but I can’t fly around looking for red roofs and lavender. ❜

❛ You witches and your talk of communing with nature and you don’t know enough not to wear heels in the forest. ❜

❛ I just feel so powerless. ❜

❛ You want to end this now? ❜

❛ It’s sort of like a gin hangover. Or, worse, schnapps. ❜

❛ It’s like a witchy Skype call or witchy Face Time. ❜

❛ I don’t believe in ghosts and neither do you, right? ❜

❛ I don’t laugh at much anymore. ❜

❛ Everyone’s afraid of something, even the devil. ❜

❛ I’m from nowhere and even I wouldn’t say this place is somewhere. ❜

❛ You sacrificed our love for my life. ❜

❛ Seems a waste. All this history, torched if we go down. ❜

❛ Say what you really need to say. ❜

❛ Neither of us can change the past. ❜

❛ How are your injuries? ❜

❛ You gave us quite a scare. ❜

❛ I’m so scared. My heart’s going to explode. ❜

❛ I have to get out of here! ❜

❛ I’ll come back for you when I can. ❜

❛ Just promise me you’ll stay here. ❜

❛ Are you mad? It’s all gone to hell in a handbasket. ❜

❛ Better to face the music. Even if it is a swan song. ❜

❛ I hear you’ve had a change of heart. ❜

❛ You always were such a serious child. ❜

❛ You can’t blame yourself. ❜

❛ Just one more thing I need to fix. ❜

❛ I’ll be right back. ❜

❛ I’m going to miss the hell out of you. ❜

❛ Did you sleep? ❜

❛ You know I’m here for you, right? ❜

❛ I convinced myself that one morning I would just wake up and they’d be there. ❜

❛ What we have here is violence and death. ❜

❛ Of course I’m angry! How can you you be so complacent? ❜

❛ Being consumed with bloodlust is not in your nature. ❜

❛ I’ve never seen you like this before. ❜

❛ Everything’s different now. ❜

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[archerxunmade]

"What keeps you up at night?"

Clint slammed down his mug of coffee in frustration. “Perhaps it was the fact that I had been mind raped and forced to do a bidding of a psychopath trying to take over the world. That when I close my eyes all I can see is blurs of the death and destruction I helped cause. Knowing that I wasn’t strong enough. That I’ll never be strong enough. When the world is coming to an end all I can do is shoot a few arrows. Whoop-de-do.” The archer responded bitterly. Darkened bags hung under his eyes like the weight he held inside him.@lady-llewellyn

[lady-llewellyn]

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“Oh great, another arm chair psychologist here to save me. What am I supposed to forgive the horned bastard too?” Clint rolled his eyes and chugged the rest of the coffee in his mug. He’d lost count of how many mugs he’d had today. 5? 6? 10? Who knows at this point. His hands jittered, unable to keep still.

“I didn’t ask you to be here. The place is fine how it is. Sure the table is proped up by old newspers, And the tv screen is cracked, and the couch has a few rips in it….But at least it has character.” The archer defended the mix-matched funiture set he’d collected off the street. “Why bother speaking up when you are just going to do whatever you want.” He huffed, crossing his arms not unlike a petulant child.

@lady-llewellyn

Her kind smile faded, lips thinning before she crossed her arms over her chest and arched her left eyebrow. In fact, she didn’t interrupt to defend herself or say anything until he was done and pouting. Then, she took a deep breath and stared him squarely in the eye. “You’re hurt, pissed off and being a pain in the ass right now and I bloody understand why. I’m not asking you to forgive Loki, I know I bloody well haven’t. But! You can’t continue this way…Despite as much obvious fun that you’re having.” 

Sarcasm practically dripped from her words as she gave the apartment another once-over before coming back to him. “I am here to work with you on the interior design of your apartment. That includes getting to know you better, your likes and dislikes and working to create someplace you can call home that fits your real personality and not this sullen, petulant teenaged display of bullshit. Everyone else might tiptoe around you when you’re so close to breaking, but, damnit  Clint you’re just hurting yourself more in the long run! Would you rather be dead than here?” Ellyn knows she’s blunt, but someone has to be with him.

  @archerxunmade​

[archerxunmade]

Clint ground his teeth as she talked to him. He didn't want this. He didn't ask for any of this. Who was she to talk to him like this? The archer stood up and met her gaze. "You think I am close to breaking? This is nothing. You don't know jack shit about me. You wouldn't last a god damn second in my shoes and you waltz in here like you own the place." He snarled back before heading into the mess of a kitchen.

The archer opened up the fridge. The harsh glow of the light inside reflected off the aluminum beer cans. His breath labored as slammed the fridge shut as old memories of his father flashed before him. He questioned if he was turning into that billegerant old man. Had he let him self sink that far?

"Look, Ellyn was it? I know you are trying to do you job, but I don't care anymore. You could make this place bright pink for all I cared. It doesn't matter." He stated softer, regretring his earlier outburst. "Talking to you is worse than death, but I don't want to die. I'm too stubborn to die apperantly. Maybe that's my superpower." He half joked. Between all the bullets taken, heights fallen, and days spent in starvation it was a medical mystery how he wasn't dead.

"Just, do what you have to do. Make it pretty or whatever. I don't care. " Clint resigned, dragging his hand over his face. He moved over to the coffee maker and grabbed the caraffe, drinking straight from it. "Just quit your psycho bable bullshit. I am doing just fine thank you very much"

@lady-llewellyn

[archerxunmade]

"What keeps you up at night?"

Clint slammed down his mug of coffee in frustration. “Perhaps it was the fact that I had been mind raped and forced to do a bidding of a psychopath trying to take over the world. That when I close my eyes all I can see is blurs of the death and destruction I helped cause. Knowing that I wasn’t strong enough. That I’ll never be strong enough. When the world is coming to an end all I can do is shoot a few arrows. Whoop-de-do.” The archer responded bitterly. Darkened bags hung under his eyes like the weight he held inside him.@lady-llewellyn

[lady-llewellyn]

She wasn’t expecting such a harsh and bitter answer. The Fae Queen could only blink at him and chew along her bottom lip to mull over her next choice of words. With a soft sigh, she glanced away then back at him before speaking. “I’m sorry, Clint…I’ve just been frustrated because you’re bloody ignoring and avoiding me. I’ve got a job to do and you’re really throwing off my groove here.”

Tucking her hair behind her ears, she stared at his coffee mug a moment longer. “You know, when it comes to brainwashing and mind control, there really isn’t much anyone can do to fight it or overpower it–especially if it’s brand new and magically-enforced…You don’t have to carry the guilt for things you weren’t conscious of doing.” @archerxunmade

[archerxunmade]

"Oh great, another arm chair psychologist here to save me. What am I supposed to forgive the horned bastard too?" Clint rolled his eyes and chugged the rest of the coffee in his mug. He'd lost count of how many mugs he'd had today. 5? 6? 10? Who knows at this point. His hands jittered, unable to keep still.

"I didn't ask you to be here. The place is fine how it is. Sure the table is proped up by old newspers, And the tv screen is cracked, and the couch has a few rips in it....But at least it has character." The archer defended the mix-matched funiture set he'd collected off the street. "Why bother speaking up when you are just going to do whatever you want." He huffed, crossing his arms not unlike a petulant child.

@lady-llewellyn

[archerxunmade]

"What keeps you up at night?"

Clint slammed down his mug of coffee in frustration. “Perhaps it was the fact that I had been mind raped and forced to do a bidding of a psychopath trying to take over the world. That when I close my eyes all I can see is blurs of the death and destruction I helped cause. Knowing that I wasn’t strong enough. That I’ll never be strong enough. When the world is coming to an end all I can do is shoot a few arrows. Whoop-de-do.” The archer responded bitterly. Darkened bags hung under his eyes like the weight he held inside him.@lady-llewellyn

[archerxunmade]

Old dog, new tricks [Closed Starter]

Clint stared at the monstrous textbook in front of him. He'd promised himself that he would get through this chapter, thinking this would be better than the normal paperwork he had to do. Despite reading the page for what felt like eternity, he still understood nothing. The growing tension and frustration causing the words to begin to blur. Giving up, his head connected to the table with a slight thud. Why was everything so difficult?

Slowly, Clint pulled his head up with a sigh. He wasn't getting anything done at this rate. The archer grabbed the textbook and a jacket thinking that perhaps a change of scenery would help him focus. As the air began to cool with the sun waning, he made his way down the block to a local coffeeshop he'd be meaning to try.

He ordered a small dark roast coffee, black before setting up camp in the back corner. His calloused hands flipped through the pages until he found the one he left off of. With coffee in handand a hefty sigh, he continued to try and make sense of the words infront of him.

@brooklynislandgirl

[starrdork-deactivated20160108]

I’ll need a distraction and an eyeball.

[funnypages]

A baby exposition 

West Coast Avengers #2

[wntersoldier-deactivated2015080]

“Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? Pull you out and stuff something else in?”

[imxthexhandler]

On the first night of Halloween

[imxthexhandler]

She lit up at that. Not that Amelia looked unhappy before, but definitely the idea of getting the treat she craved made her giddy like a school girl. She leaned up on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a quick kiss. “I’ll just pull on some shoes, and I’m ready to go,” she promised him. She gave him another kis before letting go and turning to go retrieve her boots.

( @archerxunmade)

[archerxunmade]

The archer shooks his head with a small laugh as she all but bolted to get ready. It felt as if he'd found the key to happiness. If that's what it took to make her happy then it was a sacrifice he was willing to make. "The diner down the street okay with you?" He asked as he threw Lucky a pig ear treat for him to gnaw on whilw they were out.

[mcu-incorrect-quotes]

Clint: Hey kid, you're bleeding out a lot and are going to need a blood transfusion. What's your blood type?

Pietro: B positive.

Clint: I'm trying but you're bleeding a lot.