Where's my coffee

Clint Barton, Hawkeye, Actual Avenger, Father.

[sscoutt-blog1]

“After the water balloon fight, I’ll kill you!”

[clinttookanarrowtotheknee]

“I dare you to try.”

[damian-barton-deactivated201704]

“Why are you taking a picture? Should I make a funny face?”

[clinttookanarrowtotheknee]

“Because you’re my son and I want to,” Clint tells him, no hint of joking in his voice. “I mean, I’m not saying you should but you should.”

[kennyiisms-blog]

“I sure do hope so. I hate how silent it is in the mornings when I wake up.”

[clinttookanarrowtotheknee]

“You could just do what they do and stay awake all night.”

[safiyakhatri]

Daisy couldn’t help but chuckle when Clint said that he might as well be dead – she felt the same quite often. Having children and being as busy as she was sometimes, coffee had to become her lifeline. She felt almost lifeless without it sometimes. When he said don’t worry, she shook her head and let out a sigh. She was almost seethrough half of the time. It was just a thing she needed to work on. The emotions, her faces, all of that. “Yeaaah.. what is with the Russian? Is it just me, or is that totally random?”

[clinttookanarrowtotheknee]

It was true, though. God it was. The man woke up and immediately went to his coffee pot in slow and languid movements as he shuffled from where he’d pass out on the couch, Lucky nearby, to the kitchen area. The few moments it took to brew felt like it took forever, like he’d age an year waiting. And the rest of the day would chug on, cup to cup. “Probably due to history. Most of the oppositions were German or Russian, so people know both, along with English,” Clint answers with a shrug.

[mariaastark-archive-blog]

Maria moved her hands to her hips as she raised her eyebrows to her uncle. “Oh yeah? Doesn’t look like nothing,” she chuckled, “If you’re going to eat half a bag of oreos, you might as well make the healthy decision and share with your favorite niece.”

[clinttookanarrowtotheknee]

He looks confused for a second, brows furrowed as he slowly brings a cookie up to his mouth. Clint studies her, and after a moment to chew he says with a mouthful, “You don’t look like Cassie, Maria, you shouldn’t tease an old man like that.”

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[mariaastark-archive-blog]

“Jesus Christ! What the hell are you doing!?”

[clinttookanarrowtotheknee]

"Uh.." Clint looks down at the open, half eaten bag of oreos in his hands and moves to dust crumbs off, acting as if nothing was on his face. "Nothing."

[natvromanoff-deactivated2017021]

“I swear if one more person says I look too young to be 88, I’m going to punch them with 88 years full of annoyance.”

[clinttookanarrowtotheknee]

"... Should we go find someone who can talk to animals and see want Lucky has to say about this?" Clint says with a smirk, arms crossed over his chest.

[safiyakhatri]

“Okay, wait. Same about the coffee. How am I supposed to go on a mission when I don’t have coffee running through my veins? But.. pizza bagels, though. Good point.” Daisy chuckled, sitting down and letting herself feel a little comfortable, but as soon as Clint started talking about his hearing aids – her attention was on him. She made sure that her mouth curled around the right vowels when she spoke, making sure he’d know what she was saying as always. “Oh. That sucks. I’m sorry. Sign language, though. I should learn that. Sometimes I feel like an ass because I don’t know it. Or Spanish.”

[clinttookanarrowtotheknee]

“Any quinjet they know I’m going to be on is usually stocked with coffee. But then again, most missions I’m sent on is with Nat and she as a secret stash of coffee for me because she knows exactly how I get. Which means I won’t do anything if I don’t have it. I might as well be dead, I get so dramatic.” Going deaf, or at least partially like Clint, meant that the training he had before when it came to reading body signals and lips and what have you, had extra real world training. He watched her, and it was a minuscule change of her focus in her eyes, but he saw it. The same one people got when they realized, or remembered, that the man hadn’t had most of his hearing in 10 or more years. “Don’t worry. It makes it easy on the field because it’s silent, and it seems most languages people know here are Russian and English for some reason. Meanwhile, even though I’ve been around Russian speakers for so long, I’m lucky if I can order food there.”

[bcrrcl-blog]

“Ah lemme guess - being old is catching up to you?”

[clinttookanarrowtotheknee]

“God I wish. I lost a chunk of my hearin’ about 10 years ago. I wasn’t old in my 30s. Just hung around explosions too much. But they’re so pretty. I can’t help myself.”

[bcrrcl-blog]

“Oh…I totally forgot you were even talking - was it important?”

[clinttookanarrowtotheknee]

“Story of my life. Nah, don’t worry. I was mumbling. Couldn’t even hear myself.”

[safiyakhatri]

Daisy looked up at Clint with a smile. “That’s true. I also don’t stop to whine about a small stubbed toe.” She crossed her arms, interested. “What kind of hearing aid do they give you? I’m sure it’s like, top of the line.”

[clinttookanarrowtotheknee]

“I do,” Clint says with a grin, “Mostly I whine about lack of coffee. Or pizza bagels..” He made himself hungry with the thought, wondering if anyone had any stashed in the kitchens, because he’s pretty sure he doesn't have any at the apartment in Bed-Stuy. He focuses back in on Daisy when she’s asking about his hearing aids, “I dunno,” he says with a shrug, “I never wear them unless I’m out there. Mostly I run on reading lips and using what hearing I do have to fill in the gaps. But it is. Eerily so. I got used to being able to hear people if they were close to me, or sign language, that when I use them they give me headaches. But I gotta.”

[safiyakhatri]

Daisy groaned after stubbing her big toe on the leg of a chair. “You know,” she started, irritation clear in her voice. “You’d figure my reflexes would make me want to.. quake this chair away. But nope, still stumbling around like the graceful lady that I am.” She shrugged, curling her toe in her boot. “Once a klutz, always a klutz.”

[clinttookanarrowtotheknee]

“That’s because field work is different than life.. work.. I mean,” he taps an ear, “Can’t hear shit here. They put me on a mission and I’m hearing twigs snap a mile away.” Or maybe that’s just because that’s when he uses the hearing aides they made sure to make for him...

[daniel-barton-deactivated201609]

“You’re telling me. Apparently you need like pots and pans and bleach and stuff to live on your own in a real apartment. Crazy – absolutely mad I tell you!” He joked, laughing as he listened to his dad. Maybe it was because they both shared that chromosome combo, or maybe it was because he liked to smart off once in a while, but he found himself becoming more and more like his dad as he grew up. As if that’s such a bad thing. He laughed, “Boy do I know it. I mean consider you two are both spies the only thing I knew growing up was right and wrong. The last thing I see myself doing is anything bad. Plus I’m with S.H.I.E.L.D. so good luck on that one. Maybe you’re right though. Quest for the light saber begins!”

[clinttookanarrowtotheknee]

“You’ll get all that stuff no problem.” Daniel had a slew of aunts and uncles willing to help, just like Clint and Nat would. “God, I remember shifting from carnie life to S.H.I.E.L.D . life was so hard. Thankfully your mom was there to lead me in the right direction. Kind of still is hard,” he said with a shrug, but the hard part was waking up and groaning until he pushed the buttons it took to make coffee, and then everything else just felt silly. He reaches over and ruffles their hair of his son, grin cracking his lips. “I wouldn’t count me as a spy, she’s the sneakier one. I just like hanging out in high places while she does all the dirty work. Yeah, you better be on the right side. I won’t be ‘fraid to pin you down and let you have what’s coming. Even if I’m like 80,” Clint says with a laugh, “Good luck with that, kiddo. May the force be with you.”

[natvromanoff-deactivated2017021]

“Hi.” is all she can say before smiling. He looks amazing in the suit and she almost can’t help herself, slowly reaching out to take his arm. “You look handsome.” She says quietly, unable to keep a small smile off her lips.

[clinttookanarrowtotheknee]

“And you’re taking my breath away, as you always do,” if it from her looking.. like she was made of sunshine, or from her kicking the air from his lungs out. He lets her take his arm, and leads her to the car he stashed away from his apartment in Bed-Stuy, and shuts the door behind her, anxiety feeling like it was going to eat him alive in the few seconds it took to walk around the car to drive. “Where to?” he asks, the gps open for her to put in an address and mostly spoke to.. speak.

[syd-barnes-blog]

“Yeah okay, maybe. But my predictions would actually come true, assuming I can piece them together. I think the old ladies have that old and wise thing going for them, people trust them.”

[clinttookanarrowtotheknee]

“I suppose we could get you one of those old lady masks if you ever needed some extra money... although my connections within the circus community is now probably.. well, dead. They probably severed them all when I left,” Clint says with a one shouldered shrug.

[kennyiisms-blog]

“It’s way too early to be awake during break, but the school schedule habit hasn’t worn off yet.”

[clinttookanarrowtotheknee]

“Give it a week. You’ll be asleep past noon like the rest of ‘em.”