I Wear My Sunglasses At Night

Clinton Francis Barton. Most folks know me as Hawkeye... you know, that one guy on the team of superheroes. I first noticed the problem with my eyes when I came back from under Loki's spell. I thought it was just an after effect and ignored it. But, it's been getting worse. They figure I soon won't be able to see any colour at all, which wouldn't be so bad, but it throws off my depth perception to see nothing but shades of grey. For things up close, say in the same room, it's fine. Any further away and it throws me off. I still don't know how he did it, but Stark saved my ass. He gave me those sunglasses I wear all the time They're actually a tiny camera and screen. It seems to sharpen the images so I can tell where the lines are better, giving me some semblance of depth perception again. Enough to stay good at what I do. Yes, I understand the irony of Hawkeye having a Harris' Hawk as a constant companion. Her name is Shoilse and she is my daemon. She helps be my eyes when I cannot see. [Indie AU of Hawkeye || FC: Jeremy Renner || Tracked Tag = URL]

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[differentmemoriesofbudapest-blog]

I'll give you that it's morning, where's the good? || OPEN

"Can we all just appreciate the fact that I made it through the long weekend with no coffee, no smokes, minimal booze... and didn't kill anyone?"

[your-daily-dose-blog-blog]

[beatspm]

This was taken in Australia. Three separate things happening at once: On the left, fireworks exploded as part of Australia Day celebrations. In the middle, it’s Comet McNaught. Then on the right, there’s lightning from a thunderstorm far away.

i dont care if this has nothing to do with the blog its just sick

[youbetter-runlike-thedevil]

on ya ‘straya

[wintersdaemon]

Missed Connections || Clint & Bucky

[wintersdaemon]

Sophia was watching the hawk with complete curiosity, she had not seen another bird daemon in a long time.  Hell she couldn’t even remember if there had been one in the Commandos…Last time she knew for sure what one of them was was Steve’s daemon, a dog named Fiona.  She sat by the hawk’s perch, watching her.  ”What you’re name?” she asked, still watching.

James shrugged his shoulder, fingers resting on the cool metal of his arm.  ”Because we’re humans…it’s in our nature to seek out what we need, do whatever it takes to get that.  Instinct tells us to find food and water, we’d fight and kill to get it.”

[differentmemoriesofbudapest-blog]

Feeling the wolf's eyes on her, the brown hawk ruffled her feathers slightly and turned one golden eye to look at her. Stretching her wings, Shoilse hopped onto the back of the chair and then down into the seat to be more at level with the other daemon. "My name is Shoilse... what's yours?" she replied quietly, virtually ignoring their humans.

Clint watched the other man carefully, holding back the storm of questions that flooded into his head. He didn't know how exciting the other man found this discovery, but after losing his brother, the archer had felt completely alone in this strange world. "That's bullshit learned nature," he replied quietly, refusing to believe that everyone at their core would just kill to get what they wanted or needed just because they thought someone was in their way.

[wintersdaemon]

People are Strange || Main Verse || Closed

[wintersdaemon]

James looked at him, considering the way both his daemon moved, an the expression on his face.  Since he was a kid…god that boy was a long way from home…  His fingers moved through Sophia’s rough fur, and he had to think for a moment.  He was aware of the year, that it was not the one he had left in.  ”Trust me…can’t be the same window,” James said after a moment his eyes moving around for a split second.

Then he looked up at Clint.  ”I came from…it was the 1940s…window sent me through to another world…and another time,” he said looking back at Sophia.  ”Can’t be the same window less you’re from then as well…”

[differentmemoriesofbudapest-blog]

Sighing softly, Clint felt himself nodding slowly. He couldn't even say why he felt a wave of disappointment at the news. It's not like he had anyone on the other side. His bastard of a father had taken one of the two people who had meant anything to him... his brother had gotten himself killed trying to go back. Maybe it was just the pained desire of not wanting to be alone in this strange world, to have one other person understand how odd it truly was...

"No..." Clint replied finally, fighting to keep the disappointment from his voice. "I came through almost twenty years ago, but still well past that time. I didn't know windows could open from other times. I mean, I knew they could, but I always thought they'd open from one world into the same timeline in another world..."

[terranalexander]

M!A No Empathy || differentmemoriesofbudapest

[terranalexander]

"I know… I know you did," Terran murmured against Clint, "you meant well." He leaned against the man, knowing that his shields couldn’t hide all of his disappointment, but he didn’t want the man to be upset, either. He sighed and shook his head. "Nah… I wanna be alone for a bit. Just… don’t sneak up on me, okay?" He tried to give him a half-smile.

Once they made it to their floor, the teen pulled away, hovering near the kitchen for a moment as he considered getting something out of the fridge. He finally settled on an orange juice — he hoped the choice would satisfy Clint, since he hadn’t eaten enough earlier. He gave his guardian another weak smile before disappearing into his bedroom, leaving the door cracked open as he climbed into bed and faced away from it. He reached for his empathy again, but it was no use — he couldn’t tell if Clint was right behind him or three rooms away. Burying his face in the pillow, he cried softly, out of frustration and fear that he’d never get it back.

[differentmemoriesofbudapest-blog]

Smiling sadly, Clint pressed a kiss against the top of the boy's head. "I understand," he murmured softly, knowing that he'd probably want to be alone to process if he suddenly lost one of his senses. "I won't, I promise. You need to get some rest and I'll come check on you in a little bit, okay? Sleep if you want, I'll order in and just put yours in the fridge for whenever you're ready, okay?"

Letting Terran pull away as they reached their floor, Clint watched him carefully, the sadness still tinging his expression. Nodding when he saw him getting a glass of juice, the archer knew it was as much as he could expect. At least he was getting liquids and some nutrients from it. Settling in his room after Terran disappeared, Clint opened his laptop and sent an email to Bruce and Tony, double checking if they had any ideas or if they knew anyone who might be able to help.

A few hours later, he placed an online order for Thai. While waiting for it to be delivered, he went to Terran's room and knocked lightly, peeking through the door. If he was sleeping, Clint figured it was best to just let him be for now. 

[thehuntingwinchester-archive]

SHIELD AU || Open || Captured and Tortured

[thehuntingwinchester-archive]

Dean chuckled at Clint’s comment before he closed the door, fastening his seatbelt as Clint kicked the car into gear and drove off. He felt himself drooping, his eyes heavy. All he wanted was a hot shower, and some sweatpants. When they pulled up, Dean unbuckled himself, stepping one foot out the door before Clint came over, helping him out of the car as they walked towards the elevator at the Tower. He leaned his head against Clint’s shoulder as they stepped inside the elevator, smiling as Clint punched in his code. “You’re my home sweet home” he mumbled, feeling the effects of the pain meds beginning to kick in. All he wanted was a hot shower, sweatpants, and Clint.

[differentmemoriesofbudapest-blog]

Letting Dean lean on him as they made their way slowly over to the elevator, Clint kept glancing over at him. Reaching up to stroke his hair gently as the hunter rested his head on his shoulder, the archer sighed softly. "They gave you the good stuff, huh?" he asked teasingly, kissing the top of Dean's head. Once the elevator stopped, he gently guided Dean inside. "Come on, baby... let's get you cleaned up properly," he murmured, leading him into the bathroom. Ignoring protests, he gently hoisted the hunter up onto the counter and gently tugged his shirt up to pull it off.

[thehuntingwinchester-archive]

Stripper Boyfriend AU || Closed

[thehuntingwinchester-archive]

Dean felt a gasp escape him when he felt Clint’s chest against his. This was the first time they had had any type of skin to skin contact, aside from holding hands and kisses. He swallowed, closing his eyes, feeling his body shiver against the warmth of Clint’s skin. He liked it, but out of habit, his body was prepared for some type of impalement, but after a few seconds, when it didn’t come, he shook his head, looking up at Clint, his hands resting on the waistband of his pants. “S-Sorry..” he mumbled, feeling his cheeks turn hot.

[differentmemoriesofbudapest-blog]

As soon as Dean gasped, Clint froze against him. He didn't want to move away and start over, but he definitely wasn't about to push him further until he knew he was ready. He could feel the man stiffening against him as if bracing himself and Clint reached up to gently run his fingers through his short hair again. "It's okay... you're okay, I've got you, baby," he murmured quietly, letting them lay there. Craning his neck slightly as Dean spoke, the archer pressed a kiss to his forehead. "It's okay, you don't have to apologize," he assured him gently. "Old habits are hard to break, huh? That's why we're taking things slow."

[differentmemoriesofbudapest-blog]

And I'm goin' home, to a place where I belong || OPEN

[thehuntingwinchester-archive]

Dean watched Clint, letting him move as he chose, and when he stepped forward, Dean held out his arms, wrapping them around Clint’s shoulders as he rested against the hunter’s chest. He nodded, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Clint’s forehead “Alright, lets get you home.” he said, shrugging his jacket off and draping it over Clint’s shoulders. He stood there for a few minutes just holding the archer, knowing Coulson would be standing outside of the locker room waiting. “You got a pair of sweats to throw on, or do you want to make it to the Impala in a towel?” he said quietly, a small tone of joke in his voice.

[differentmemoriesofbudapest-blog]

The contact against his skin stung with the latent heat burning there, but Clint couldn't bring himself to care. Feeling the jacket going around his shoulders, the archer just wanted to curl up under it and sleep. "Huh? Yeah... got spare clothes in m'locker," he murmured quietly, turning slowly for the bank of lockers. Moving to his, he rested his fingers against the lock, mind blanking for a brief second that felt like a lifetime. Opening his locker, he hauled out the change of clothes he kept there and quickly pulled on the boxers and jeans before hauling the shirt over his head. Slipping bare feet into his sneakers, he turned to Dean. "Ready?"

[thehuntingwinchester-archive]

Aftermath with Clint || Closed || Initial Triggers

[thehuntingwinchester-archive]

Dean chuckled, sitting down in the other chair next to Clint “Am I supposed to act like an animal?” he joked, smiling as he picked up a knife and started to butter his pancake.

[differentmemoriesofbudapest-blog]

"I was thinking your coming in with stuff for the table and kissing my cheek was very old-school housewife," Clint teased, poking vents into his pancakes with his knife. Spreading a bit of butter across them, he watched as it melted and ran into the vents, just like the syrup would and saturate them completely. "It was kind of adorable."

[differentmemoriesofbudapest-blog]

Chained Birds Never Fly || Slavery AU || OPEN

[thehuntingwinchester-archive]

Dean turned around after several minutes, his eyes searching Clint. “Did he hurt you?” he asked, gently taking the clothes in one hand from Clint, his other arm slowly wrapping around Clint’s waist. He didn’t have a firm grip on him, though he could feel the handle of the leash grazing his fingertips, and knew his reflexes would be quick enough, just in case.

He lead them over to the cashier, paying for the various article of clothing, and taking the bag, he walked the pair of them outside, slowly making their way on the sidewalk towards the Impala. He heard a vaguely familiar voice calling his name up ahead, however.

[differentmemoriesofbudapest-blog]

"No," Clint answered quickly, keeping his eyes down toward the floor. He was hyper aware of the collar around his neck and his cheek stung a bit where he'd been hit, but the treatment was tame compared to other things he'd endured. Even the small cut along his cheekbone barely registered in the slave's mind, which was filled with the overwhelming desire to bolt, to just get out of the store. The man was right... his kind didn't belong in places like this.

Settling stiffly against Dean's side, Clint kept his head down as they went to the cashier. He let the master guide him around and back outside. The sooner they were back in the car, the better. Flinching as someone called out, Clint's steps faltered as he froze in place until Dean's arm urged him forward.

[differentmemoriesofbudapest-blog]

The Hunters || CLOSED

[wearyhunter]

There are probably a lot of similarities between the two of them when they’re both in the mood. And under better circumstances they’d probably even be able to be friends. But this is not exactly the best way to meet someone, and Dean just can’t stop himself, even when he knows that it pisses people off. His brother has told him off in regards to this kind of thing enough. 

"They’re not all that good at spottin’ bullshit unless ya find one that’s actually lookin’ past the surface. Most aren’t." Dean has had plenty of experience with women, and from what he can see of the man in front of him he’d hazard a guess that there is some shared knowledge there. "Ya think I’m the only one tailin’ him on my end too?" Dropping his hands, Dean’s head tilts a little and he crosses his arms over his chest. Just because the man reused to give up the tension on the bowstring, he wasn’t going to stand around with his hands up. "And by all means, go after him. I’ll meet ya there." 

[differentmemoriesofbudapest-blog]

"Trust me, we know all about the other guy," Clint scoffed quietly, shaking his head. "The question is more... does he know about the three guys I got on him? He makes the wrong move and they move on him." There were days that Clint wished threats like that were just posturing bluffs. But, when it came to losing a mark, he knew that they could take no risks.

Watching the man in front of him carefully, Clint shook his head. "You're not going anywhere, bud," he said truthfully. "Unless it's in cuffs, and then that just means you're goin' to lock up so we can figure out just who the fuck you are and what the fuck you want with our mark."

[differentmemoriesofbudapest-blog]

Tethered Hawk in Chains || Slavery AU || OPEN

[corruptedwinter]

James moved closer taking a cloth with warm water and carefully cleaning off his back.  His movements were slow, careful.  Years of practice as a slave taking care of the others who were too foolish to learn his place.  James knew it, and one day it had slipped away from his hands.  He snapped, and that was when he became a master.

"You fear me," James stated his voice low, tone even.  He had no desire to reveal much about himself, but perhaps get the slave to talk.  "What did they call you?"

[differentmemoriesofbudapest-blog]

The reapplication of water to the wounds stung, but James was surprisingly gentle and Clint found himself almost able to relax. Almost. There was no intelligence in relaxing with any new master, even less with one with the reputation the man cleaning out his wounds had.

"It's a fear you've earned from any in my position," Clint murmured quietly, tilting his head slightly to look over at James out of the corner of his eye. He didn't look like the sort of man who had ever called anyone master. Wincing slightly as the cloth brushed over one of the fresher wounds, the slave ducked his head back down. "They called me whatever they felt like... but my birth name is Clint, sir..."

[differentmemoriesofbudapest-blog]

+thebamfblueelf

[thebamfblueelf]

"Not… not when it comes to this…"

"I…danke though."

[differentmemoriesofbudapest-blog]

"Uh... nichts zu danken. I think I said that right... it's been forever since I had to use any German. But, listen, if there's ever anything I can do, anything at all, just let me know."

[drbrucebannerhulk-deactivated20]

Bruce smirked as the packet of cigarettes landed at his feet. He reached down and picked it up, taking out another cigarette before throwing the packet back at Clint. “I can quit any time I want,” Bruce quipped back as he lit the cigarette, blowing the smoke out slowly from his lungs. “And to be fair, I’m grumpier than I need to be. I’m too used to being on my own and too used to stewing on my problems,” he reasoned before taking another drag. “I’m not used to not being grouchy. You remember Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street? I could give him a run for his money.”

[differentmemoriesofbudapest-blog]

"Yeah... you 'n me both, Banner. Quit anytime I want... I just don't wanna," Clint scoffed, catching the cigarettes and tucking them back into his pocket. Shooting smoke from his nose, the archer sighed heavily. "Look, forget about it, okay? I told you... I get it. I understand. To the point that you shouldn't be surprised if I get just as grumpy with you and stubbornly stick around no matter how hard you try and push me away. Deal?"

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[caffeine-and-hate]

THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING EVER

[sixksailor-deactivated20150302]

no words

[terranalexander]

"Stop judging me — I don’t have as much experience as you do."

[differentmemoriesofbudapest-blog]

"And here I thought you wanted lessons. Come on, even Disney got this one right... if you want to aim properly: both eyes open. Squinting up like that will mess with your depth perception."