Like Father Like Son

"Most of you know my brother, Clint Barton. Well, I'm his older brother. My name is Barney Barton and I am not the good guy. If any of you see my brother, give him a swift kick in the ass for me." Current M!A || none Male FC || Gerard Butler Female FC || To Be Decided MARVEL fandom open to all fandoms NSFW is most likely TRACK daddywouldbeproud

[blonskyabomination]

(( -sits and cries in the corner because you’re all flawless and I’m too scared to ask to plot.-))

[daddywouldbeproud-blog]

[COME INTO MY ARMS. COME TO US. WE ARE ALL FRIENDLY. except Barney. BUT THAT DON'T MATTER!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[archive-of-cawcawmfker-blog]

What A Shame || AU FanFic-Drabble

Rated: MA-R

Triggers: Torture, Blood, Gore, Violence, Death

Based AU idea gifsets:

[1] [2] [3] [4]

The Parts:

[1] [2] [3] [4]

Warning: This is a very dark and twisted fic. It is centered around the idea of Bucky and Natasha being captured by the Russians once more. SHIELD does nothing to save them, so Clint takes it upon himself to go after them himself. It leads to him being captured. It is not friendly to feels. It is rated mature because of the triggers. Read at your own risk.

Total Word Count: 3709, give or take.

[daddywouldbeproud-blog]

A Little Snack

Barney walked through the dimly light hall way with a smirk wrapped across his face. He peeked in at the prisoners, snickering to himself as he'd make a few comments to them. Nothing was friendly about his visit. In fact, he was trying to rustle some feathers. It was small things he enjoyed in life and right now it was visiting those who were way less off than him. In fact, he made his way to one cell and sat down in front of it. His quiver was strapped to his back and his bow was wrapped over his shoulder. In his hand was a bright red apple. The man took a bite out of it, making sure that it made a loud crunching noise as he chewed it.

"So how's life treatin' ya' down here?" He asked with some of the apple in his mouth. What fun was life without a little tormenting of others?

[daddywouldbeproud-blog]

daimonaxandxdemigod started following you

For a moment Barney stared at the man. His eyes focused on his every move as he observed him, trying to figure out everything he could about him. The prince. The precious prince. Something rubbed him the wrong way about him, but he knew better than to speak against Loki's son. Instead, he would continue to play the correct role. The first time in many, many years that he allowed himself to be under someone else's control, to be a servant rather than rogue. The choice hadn't been difficult, though. This was his best opportunity to achieve his own goals and if it meant playing lapdog for the likes of Shane and Loki, Barney was damn sure he'd do it.

He approached him carrying a bow and a quiver strapped to his back. Barney didn't go anywhere without it, not in these times. He may have been under the King's protection and served him, but he knew there were others out there that would not hesitate to go up against Loki's rule. "Prince." The way he spoke to Shane almost held a rather sarcastic tone to it, but that was the way he spoke in general. Most couldn't tell if he was being serious or sarcastic. It was part of his small mind games he enjoyed playing.

[archive-of-cawcawmfker-blog]

What A Shame || AU FanFic-Drabble

Rated: MA-R

Triggers: Torture, Blood, Gore, Violence, Death

Based AU idea gifsets:

[1] [2] [3] [4]

The Parts:

[1] [2] [3] [4]

Warning: This is a very dark and twisted fic. It is centered around the idea of Bucky and Natasha being captured by the Russians once more. SHIELD does nothing to save them, so Clint takes it upon himself to go after them himself. It leads to him being captured. It is not friendly to feels. It is rated mature because of the triggers. Read at your own risk.

Total Word Count: 3709, give or take.

[weburnxinblood]

The Heretics

Standing undressed in front of the mirror, Natasha examined herself, icy hues flitting from each cut and mottled bruise with the cool critique of a doctor about to preform surgery. Her rib cage and stomach in particular were dusky shades of indigo and blue-green. She had just finished changing the stitches of the cut that spread across her diaphragm; it looked as if her torso was giving her a crooked smile. Anger bubbled up from somewhere deep inside, fury and resentment making her normally pale eyes dark with rage. They would pay for doing this to her. Had she not been faithful all these long years?  Following every order without question. Fighting, killing, nearly dying. Not to mention some of the other less tasteful orders she had to carry out. She had been nothing but a faithful servant, but at the first sign of possible betrayal, they had cut her. Cut her as if she were some common soldier. “I am the Black Widow,” she murmured to herself, her fingers tracing over the healing cut, the bruises and contusions above her cracked and aching ribs. She wrapped herself tightly, feeling some of the pain ease as her ribs settled against the thick gauze. They would pay, and she would make sure of it.

Pulling on her clothes, Natasha grabbed a small bag and made her way out of the hotel she had been staying at, sliding into a cab with a glowing smile at the businessman about to get in. “Thank you,” she purred before shutting the door and letting the expression fall away. “Airport,” was all she said to the driver. The ride was relatively short, Natasha spending the trip adjusting the sleeves of her sweater so that they hid the thin bandages encircling her wrists. Her mind moved a mile a minute though, going over her strategy in her head. She knew it was a great risk going in as injured as she was. She wasn’t at her peak and she needed to be, especially for this. But waiting could prove disastrous, and besides, Natasha wasn’t one to sit idly by. Still, fighting in this condition would prove difficult to say the least. That was where Barney came in. Her brows furrowed slightly at the thought of the merc. She didn’t particularly care at the moment why he was helping her, knowing full well that he would take advantage of the favor she would owe him at any opportunity he saw. But that was the problem with Barney: he was just too damn unpredictable and Natasha had no clue what he would ask of her in the future. The assassin didn’t trust him in the slightest, and knew that he didn’t trust her either. What Natasha did trust however was the former agent’s penchant for destruction, for his desire to be in the middle of wreaking havoc. He knew what he was doing though, and Natasha would use him and his exceptional skill set to her advantage. At least both of them would get some measure of satisfaction out of this job.

The cab rolled up to the front of the airport, and after handing the driver a couple of bills Natasha slid out and made her way inside, pulling on a pair of over sized sunglasses that hid her brows and cheek bones. It’d be just enough to get through security, along with her newly dyed hair. Passing through TSA was relatively simple, and within twenty minutes, the blonde was sitting at the terminal, sipping on a small cup of coffee as her eyes roamed through the steady streams of tired people moving through the airport. After a while she became conscious of a pair of eyes on her, a cold smirk curving her lips. “I wasn’t expecting you to be punctual, Barton,” she murmured, sensing rather than hearing the man’s quiet approach. He was good. “We have 10 minutes until the flight leaves for New York, and two hours on board to work through my plan. I hope you came prepared.”

[daddywouldbeproud-blog]

The morning was spent as most mornings were. He woke up at least an hour before dawn even began to break in the sky. He rolled out of the bed of the hotel and made his way to the bathroom. The shower ran hot, almost too hot for anyone to be comfortable with. It was part of his routine, though. When he wasn't busy on an actual mission or job, at least. He climbed in and stood there for a long time, his eyes closed as he focused his mind on what was going to need to happen. The job he'd been given. The fact he was helping an assassin he knew almost nothing about and didn't trust. For all he knew, it could have been a trap he was walking into. A trap that could easily lead to his death... again. The idea of death didn't scare him though, that's where he became a deadly threat to everybody. Facing death once he fixed all the fears he'd once had and now he was prepared to face it once more. Every day he faced it with his line of work and nothing scared him anymore.

The shower finally ended and he climbed out. The towel wrapped around his waist as he made his way into the living area. Sitting on the couch and across the table was more weapons than one single person could use. There was no such thing as being too prepared. Slowly he began putting everything in it's proper case. Once everything was placed in it's proper place, he began packing things over top of it. Barney knew exactly how to pack his bags and what to do to keep his weapons from being noticed. This was something he was used to doing. Once that was done, he gathered his clothes. A simple outfit, nothing that stood out. A pair of blue jeans and a grey shirt. Pulling his brown leather jacket on, he grabbed his bags and left the room.

The trip to the airport was quick and uneventful. Confidence was what was needed to make it through the airport security. He flashed them a smile and they scanned the bags. Nothing out of the ordinary. Barney noticed Natasha from across the airport. He made his way slowly and quietly. A smirk grew across his face as she finally noticed him. Being silent was what he was good at. He was a master at sneaking. He knew how to stay under the radar. "I'm surprised you even noticed me. You are good." A compliment was rare, but amusement played behind his eyes as he looked at her. "I always come prepared."

[crabshire1901]

So apparently the Space Jam theme and Gangnam Style match up perfectly, right down to the same BPM and key. Yes, this is mind-altering.

[goddessofcheese]

[psdo]

Oh my GOD

[lobstergoldblum-deactivated2016]

This is important.

[daddywouldbeproud-blog]

A Beautiful Tragedy

More had changed than had been expected. The world was different. It was dangerous, threats around every corner. At least, that was for other people. It wasn't a threat for him as he stalked through what one would consider ground zero. The initial place of attack, where Loki's empire was based. The place where Avengers were kept as prisoners and others kept as slaved to work, including his brother[s]. That idea amused the man far more than it should have. No, what amused him the most was being there as he watched Loki rip the bows and quiver from his brothers' hands and hand them into his own. Barney enjoyed his own bow and quiver a great deal, but it wasn't as high tech and personalized as Clint's. These ones had been custom made by SHIELD and he suspected either one of the Doctors or Tony Stark had helped in the design. Indeed were they fine.

One was clutched in his hand as he walked, doing rounds. Day light was still high in the sky, but it wouldn't be for very long. Barney had turned to Loki when word had broken throughout the world of his victory. He was a solo working man, but he knew it was better to get involved with the one in charge than to be a target. It didn't help that he'd heard Clint had been one of them enslaved. The idea of that amused the man far more than it should have. Even thinking about it now, a smirk laid across his mouth as he walked, checking on people to make sure they were doing their duties. This was what he enjoyed. This was what he'd signed up for.

The end of the world had come and for once he was standing at the top of the chain rather than sneaking around at the bottom being hunted.

[behindthestripes-deactivated201]

ooc:

We have:

The Overlord:

Loki

The Servant:

The Winter Soldier

The Bodyguard:

Iron Man

The Beast of Burden:

The Abomination

The Archer:

Trickshot

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The Regime Enemy: [Loki’s enemy]

Thanos: avatar-of-death

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The Resistance: [ Begin the fight against Loki in secret.]

Natasha: ask-the-black-widow

Two Clints: Muthafukkinbreadcrumbs & purplemasksandarrows

Bucky: wintersownsoldier

Steve: meantforsomuchmore

Maria Hill:wasthatnotprocedure

Phil Coulson: ex-shield-piano-man

Sharon Carter: agent13carter

Teo Laufeyson: beatbasedillusions

Cole Rogers-Stark: starkspangledjunior

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The Escapists: [ They become part of the resistance and have to start from scratch.]

Tony Stark: forlackofabetteroption

Jarvis: Jar-vis

Thor: bringerofstorms

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The Prisoners: [ Imprisoned by Loki]

Bruce Banner: Davidbixby & antisocialworkaholic

Steve Rogers:behindthestripes

Prometheus: creatorxofxman

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Rogue: [Unaligned]

Mystique: a-certain-feminine-mystique

Logan: experimentxlogan

Thor: overlordofstorms

[weburnxinblood]

Who’s usin’ who? What should we do? Well you can’t be a pimp And a prostitute too

Icky Thump | The White Stripes

[abyssusabyssum-blog]

“And what can this sexy little devil do for ya, dearest?”

[daddywouldbeproud-blog]

"Probably nothing unless you've got a job you need taken care of."

[sisterofahawk]

daddywouldbeproud started following you

And who would you be?

[daddywouldbeproud-blog]

"Name's Barney."

[abyssusabyssum-blog]

daddywouldbeproud started following you

“Gotta say, you’re a looker, good sir.”

[daddywouldbeproud-blog]

"I'd like to think so as well."

[daddywouldbeproud-blog]

Heard you were looking for me.

"Didn't figure you'd show your face."

[millennium-time-machine]

[daddywouldbeproud-blog]

IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!

[weburnxinblood]

“Oh, they already have. She doesn’t have my experience, but there is no denying she’s on her way to claiming my title,” she admitted with a wry smirk, thinking of Yelena. Young, overconfident, and completely oblivious to the fact that she was just as expendable as every other agent in their division. She wouldn’t last long. Whereas Natasha, well, Natasha would endure as she always had. “We need to strike fast, I can’t wait more than another 36 hours. And that’s pushing it. There is a hidden base of operations in New York and one in Moscow of course. We’ll need to visit both. I don’t care how you do it, just get rid of my files, Barton.”

[daddywouldbeproud-blog]

"That's the problem with them. They always rush to replace people before they even have them gone." Barney shook his head as he laughed at the idea. He grew silent as she mentioned the time limit. Instantly his mind was ticking, working out everything he needed to know. "You got the money to supply this?" If not, he had his own hidden stash of cash that would pay it. He was willing to invest his hard earned money into things. After all, he was getting a pretty sweet package deal. Help her with something that would be simple enough, she'd be in his debt. It was a good deal in his opinion. "Sooner we go, the better. I have no jobs schedule to be done anytime soon. You caught me on a lucky day."

[daddywouldbeproud-blog]

"I hear it's topless Tuesday."