HAWKEYE.

“this life you want to live?it comes with a price.&&&

[arannas-archive]

“Your eyes are doing that glazed over thing people get when they’re not paying attention. Don’t worry about it — it’s fine. I’d also forget to pretend to be interested.”

[bcrtonhawk]

“It’s not you, Anya, promise.” And Clint definitely meant that. His mind had been a little... crowded, recently. “Can we start over? I really do wanna hear about how things are going with you three.” And by you three, he meant Nat and Yelena as well. He’d been strategically avoiding Nat, since he was sure she’d be able to spot that something was off with him.

[bcrtonhawk]

kkillgraves​:

“Monica asked me to get a read on you.” Kara doesn’t love the implication that she’d use her powers to do so. “Sorry.”

“Christ, you too?” Clint fully understood why his team would be worried. He’d be equal levels of freaked out if it hadn’t been for how cleared out his head felt. It was like he wasn’t capable of understanding how drastic all of this was. How wrong it was. It sure didn’t feel wrong. “I’m fine, Kara, really. I’d tell you guys if I wasn’t.”

[bcrtonhawk]

spiidermcm​:

“You blew up. If that wasn’t scary, I’d want your head checked. Actually, I want your head checked anyway. Did they do any kind of post resurrection outtake assessment? They should have.” Jessica shakes her head, a sigh building in her chest. “You know I’m going to worry about you. I love your circus raised ass.”

“Technically, Jean Grey blew up. I just got crushed by a couple pieces of cement. No biggie.” Maybe it was a little morbid, but Clint’s sense of humor definitely stuck around through all of this. He gave Jess a lopsided smile at her next words before just shaking his head. “No outtake assessments. Those mutant resurrections are no joke. I feel like a new man.” In some ways he was, really.

[bcrtonhawk]

mrvlgirl​:

“A little extreme? They could have at least tried to let the explosion take me out before Exodus  popped me. Look, I’m happy to be here. I’m happy to have my mind this clear. I’m just also going to be a little upset for a while.”

“And here I thought getting crushed by a pile of rubble sucked.” They both died swiftly, but the method of Jean’s death was still extreme. And suspicious. “Does anyone suspect anything fishy about all of that? Because I sure as hell would if I wasn’t seeing the bigger picture here.”

[bcrtonhawk]

formerlyfalcon​:

“How I should feel and how I do feel don’t line up. I thought that’d bother me, but it doesn’t. Those mutants did a bang up job, didn’t they?”

“You could say that. It’s still kind of tripping me out that this isn’t really my original body.” That was definitely the lowest on their list of priorities, but Clint was still Clint, even if he had Sinister’s DNA swirling around in his genepool.

[bcrtonhawk]

hidariyaos​:

“I am aware of how Emma comes across,” Storm purses her lips. She often does that in regards to Emma Frost, it seems. “But her heart is often in the right place. Right now, however, I think individual voices are needed less than a cohesive unity.”

“And you’re saying that unity is missing right now?” Clint could tell that much, even with just an outsider perspective on Krakoan politics. But pretty soon, everyone would be on the same page. 

[bcrtonhawk]

photoniic​:

“I’m not breathing down your neck, Barton.” Monica all but huffs. They don’t always get along, but there’s usually a mutual respect. Right now, he’s annoying the hell out of her. “I say no, you’re not ready to be team leader right now. You need to get therapy or clearance to declare you fit before we go out there and trust you with our lives.”

“Therapy? Seriously?” Clint scoffed obnoxiously at that as he just furiously shook his head and whipped around to glare at his teammate. “I’m fine. What happened to me was instant.” He’d been lucky with his death all things considered. Some people, like Magneto or Strange, weren’t met with the same quickness. “I just want to forget about it, okay? Leading you guys and putting that uniform on will help me do that.”

[bcrtonhawk]

briellebrook​:

“Gross. Neither.” That’s her secret: she hadn’t been allowed to read it. It makes a lot more sense now as to why not. “There are way better books out there.”

“Come on, you’ve got to have some sort of opinion. It’s like asking if you like waffles or pancakes. What if I framed it as werewolves or vampires? Questionable book opinions aside?”

[bcrtonhawk]

capdnvrs​:

“I think we have bigger problems right now.” Bigger than a reality merge. Carol can’t wrap her head around that. “Or, if not bigger, at least as pressing.” At this point, they need to make a giant list and figure out which fires are literal and which can wait to be extinguished. Hearing about Natasha — even a different Natasha — seems to strike a nerve. Carol files that away silently. “Bruce, Stephen, Spider-man, Thor and myself. We’re not all original, but it’s better than nothing. I even called Clint. He’s retired now, got some kid he’s training. We’re outsourcing.”

Clint was about to tell her that there couldn’t possibly be anything bigger than their realities converging, but she corrected herself before he could get a chance. “Yeah... that roster is just kind of depressing. No offense.” Maybe some offense? Clint didn’t mean it in a malicious way, but sometimes he spoke before his brain really caught up to what he was even saying. “How’s the outsourcing gone so far?”

[bcrtonhawk]

notshehulk​:

“Maybe they can drop an EP or something. Test the waters out.” Jen is pretty certain Bucky can’t sing. He doesn’t give her singer/songwriter vibes. Neither does Yelena, really. Red Guardian seems like the type to think he can sing but really can’t. Jen has to reel it back in before she goes too far down the rabbit hole. “Some of them likely didn’t have any other options. They have criminal records. Extensive criminal records in some cases. I’d imagine they got time shaved sentences, immunity, etc.” She would have killed to see all the contracts, but it wasn’t like she could go around asking for them. All Jen could do ( to avoid legal pushback ) was wait for them to come to her, and even that was dicey. “Arrowhead? Aw, man. That’s rough. Kind of catchy, but rough. If that kind of stuff is written as mandatory in your contract, you definitely need me.”

“Seems like a more productive use of their time than whatever the hell it is they’ve got going on now. I’m still not even sure what their MO is. Val’s nothing if not incredibly secretive.” Clint had a good idea of what it was the other group of Thunderbolts did, given the members of the team. He was all for rehabilitation, but he didn’t like the idea of another team of criminals still running around with the Thunderbolts name. It made his whole goal of rebranding the name ten times harder. “The name sucks but the beer is pretty good, at least. I wouldn’t have let them slap my logo on it if it sucked.” Not that he really had much of a choice, really. “If you’re serious about that, I’d definitely love to have you look over my contract sometime.”

[bcrtonhawk]

vclkyriors​:

Val squints. “I didn’t say you got to be a hawk.”

“It’s... it’s a play on words. Cause I’m.. You know what? Nevermind. Tough crowd, I guess.”

[bcrtonhawk]

invisibilias​:

“It’s ever changing, just like the multiverse. I couldn’t possibly say.” A true copout answer if there ever was one. She smiles at his antics. “Maybe back when you and Bobbi were married. There was that one wave of everyone getting married and having kids. It obviously didn’t last.” Sue and Reed are still married, as are Jean and Scott. Jan and Hank called it quits even before he died. “Of course you’re my favorite Barton, Clint. You’ve got the home field advantage.” 

“Sounds to me like you just can’t find the words to say I’m the better variant that won’t make you feel guilty. It’s okay, I understand.” Clint shot her a wink after that one with a soft smirk, but the smirk fell a bit as she mentioned his marriage with Bobbi. He still undoubtedly loved the blonde, even if he’d screwed the whole husband thing up with her. “Yeah, maybe. I get a little existential when I start to think about things back then.”

[bcrtonhawk]

mckingbrds​:

Looping her arms around his neck, Bobbi pulls him close and situates her lips next to his ear. She whispers in a low tone, “If you think I’m going to stroke your ego anymore, baby, you’re sorely mistaken.” Dropping her arms, the blonde notices the change in his demeanor. “Yeah, sure, of course.” She brushes off the sentiment. “I doubt you’ll appreciate me making you talk about your feelings right now, but that’s exactly what I’m about to do.”

Clint wasn’t expecting her to wrap her arms around his neck and actually oblige, but the smirk on his face quickly fell as he let out a soft laugh at her words. “Wouldn’t expect anything different coming from you.” His tone was also a low whisper, and he leaned his head in to softly graze against her lips as she pulled away. But the flirtatious energy died at her next words, and Clint frowned when she continued. “If you want to talk about the explosion, I’m not interested. I’m fine.”

[bcrtonhawk]

spectralsoldier​:

“How much are they paying you to do that?” Ava titters. “Talk about how good you are?” She’s under no false pretenses about what her team is and what they’re contracted to do. They’re not the fresh slate type. “I don’t always want to be the technical type. We’re both here, aren’t we?”

“Not enough.” Clint grumbled softly with a roll of his eyes. He wasn’t doing it for the money, even if Cage was writing them all some decently sized checks for their brand deals and whatnot. He couldn’t care less about promoting perfumes or cereals as long as he was doing his part as the leader of the Thunderbolts to keep the city safe however they could. “I guess we both are here, but the sharing of names gets kind of confusing when our teams are clearly on different calibers. That’s all.”

[bcrtonhawk]

bloodstne​:

“Go for it, bruv. My genius deserves to be spread and shared throughout the land.” Elsa can’t help but grin for a moment. “Seriously though, it’s good to see you, Barton. How long’s it been now?”

“You too, Bloodstone.” Her last name was certainly cooler than his to say out loud. It made him smirk a bit as he shrugged his shoulders at her. “Too long, apparently. Because I couldn’t tell you the last time I saw you.”

[bcrtonhawk]

resurrectedstrange​:

Stephen let out a dry laugh. “That’s exactly what it was, I won’t mince words about it. I wasn’t myself for so long that having my soul back feels.. odd.” He placed a hand over his chest as he took in a deep breath. “If I’m being honest, I didn’t know if I would ever make it back. Making Clea Sorcerer Supreme was the last desperate act to try and make things right.” And now she was giving him the title back. Things were changing faster than he liked.

Clint didn’t seem to be any more enthused about their topic of conversation. Stephen took a moment and raised a brow at the archer. “Different can be good. Judging by your face though.. I wouldn’t say it’s been that for you. Hm?”

“But you are back now, right? No more pesky contracts with Death to worry about?” Clint watched as Stephen placed a hand over his heart and offered back a half-smile as he listened. It really was good to see his friend back, and alive at that, even though the circumstances were less than ideal. “Not that I’m against Clea as the Sorcerer Supreme, but why wouldn’t it be right if you held that title? You seemed pretty good at it.”

His smile was still faint as he tried to broach the topic of the Thunderbolts carefully. “Well, it hasn’t been bad. Not all bad, at least. I don’t know.” There was a sigh. “Honestly man, it’s all one giant PR stunt. Cage cares more about our press conferences than our actual work protecting the city.”

[bcrtonhawk]

whtequeen​:

There’s a slight cluck of disapproval. “I don’t make empty threats. I deal in promises and warnings. Maybe you should check your hearing aids, hm?” 

“Okay first off, rude. And slightly ableist.” Clint was more offended by the blatant threat of war than the hearing aid comment, but still. “Second, I think you’re being a little brash. Can’t we all just have a kumbaya and get over all of this?”