* HAWK / EYE !

living, he said. living is heavy. dependent clint barton for sidekickhq as written by rachel !

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ava-bartcn‌:

“dad,” ava smirks all too proudly as she reassures him, “i’m just a little shit,” she chuckles a moment, focus going back to the arrow. his wish wasn’t far off, because ava’s face held a softness to it one would rarely see anymore. she’s relaxed, feeling a solid comfort with her father. and yes, her brown eyes held infinite curiosity here. the engineer itched to get her hands involved in something, and always had. so when he offers his hands, she readily accepts, moving closer and placing them in his. her smile stays, though she leans in closer, “i think you underestimate me.”

“not so little anymore.” hard to believe it wasn’t yesterday that ava had been learning how to walk, how to talk, how to be the little shit that she was so proudly calling herself, now. he’d spent her lifetime wishing for the days to just slow down. telling her that there would always be tomorrow for her to learn how to fight - wishing and hoping and praying that he would have just a little bit more time with her as a child, before the world forced her to grow up on him. it always would. taking her hands in his, gently, and turning them over and back, clint spent some time fake studying them before he relented - “tiny fingers, rough palms,” he couldn’t hide the pride, and he pressed a kiss to the calluses across her hands before he let them go, “they’ll do perfectly.” 

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wowbobs‌:

she knew he did. just wanted to distract him enough to change the topic with a flourish. clint knows that bobbi would smack him if he called her barbara. god, she loathes to hear the name. even their wedding invites didn’t have it on them. ❝ i’m only bringing it up because of lark, himself, asking. ❞ she’s not sure about how she feels about it. she hadn’t actually answering him, just tsk-ed, and went on to ask what he wanted for dinner in rapid spanish. ❝ that’s ― that’s a very good point. i just… don’t you think it would be nice to have him closer ? ❞

“after everything, the kid wants to come here...” he wasn’t disappointed. he wasn’t even all that surprised, though the slow and doleful shake of his head that he gave still managed to make him look as if he was. just a few weeks before, lark was lost in a sea of panicked students dealing with the fallout of the mist. his sister had been terrified, and still - still he wanted to come, to be a part of this tiny world. clint couldn’t decide whether it was beyond stupid or incredibly brave. “i don’t want nothing more,” that wasn’t true, necessarily. clint wanted a lot ; most all of it in the name of his kids, nowadays. but the idea of lark being nearer, of them getting that bit more time together... it was almost enough to make him rethink what he felt he had to say. “but it...- it scares me, bobbi. he’s our kid. our bebé,” he gave her a rueful kind of smile, “i wish he could stay that, a little longer. i don’t think paragon would allow that.” 

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noxiousiisms‌:

“It is bitter and gross no matter how much sugar I add to it. Milk helps very little. And it gives me headaches.” Aspen said. Maybe (definitely) she was being a tad (very) dramatic about it all. She rolled her eyes. “Snow only makes the ice cream better. If you cannot handle being cold, I don’t understand how you have survived this long as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent.” She huffed, crossing her arms like a petulant child. “Coffee ice cream is gross. The only type of ice cream I would not eat.” 

“well now i know you’re drinking the wrong mix. headaches from coffee...” he shook his head in what was close to disbelief, though really... maybe it did. just cause HE had a particularly strong affinity with his coffee pot didn’t mean that everybody did. as evidenced. “i can handle the cold,” he grumbled ; arms crossing over his chest defensively, “had a six month long mission in russia in the dead of winter - that was COLD. i almost lost a finger.” he’d also, y’know... done way more than that, but he thought that was his best example. “so you’d eat pistachio? rum raisin? durian?”

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thecvptainmarvel‌:

“Clint, you’re making it worse.” Carol couldn’t help the chuckle. The dad jokes were always painfully bad, but at least she could get a chuckle out of them. “I thought you outgrew dad jokes after your kids grew up?”

“made you laugh, though,” that seemed as good an argument as ANY for why he shouldn’t stop any time soon, and even using carol’s logic... “well, lark’s only nine. if i’m going by THAT, i’ve still got nine more years to go before i have to move on.” 

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wowbobs‌:

“are we just friends or is this flirting serious?” / @hawkbros !

❝ good question, clinton, ❞ she replied, quick, sharp tongue, then averted her eyes. she didn’t know. ❝ anyway ― do you think we should let lark go to paragon ? or let him… be a normal boy for a little longer ? ❞

“hate that name,” his words a grumble that was low enough to be nonsensical, thoughts of flirting gone out of mind by the time that the real topic of discussion came up. it was a good question. he hadn’t spared much thought to it, before now, but that was less... a care, thing, more because - clint had always been the kind to take things as they came. this had been no different. “you want him to go here?” he was unusually somber. “school’s getting...- pumped full of weird gases, attacked - one thing after another. we already got one kid stuck here, bobs.”

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thecvptainmarvel‌:

‘ alphabet soup. more like times new ramen am i right. ’ ( @hawkbros )

“Clint, I say this as a dear friend,” Carol looked at him with crossed arms. “What the fuck?”

“i thought it was funny,“ course he did. and, with a sad little frown now in place, he looked down to his bowl of canned soup - the only thing he’d had left, to eat, reevaluating his life. had dad jokes gone too far? “it’s... punny.” 

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ava-bartcn‌:

ava blinked, leaning on the table, eyes focusing on his hands and the arrow in them instead of on her father. though she had a little more experience now, watching him make his arrows never got old. now though, she could ( and would, of course ) offer a little more insight. she chuckles, “i have all the faith,” she taps the tips of her fingers together a few times, “but i also have tinier fingers than you,” she moves to get a closer look, craning her head closer with a little hum, “wanna let me at it? i told you i made my own, doesn’t that give me new permissions?”

“you don’t sound like you do,” he shot back, the words of a man who was a little more offended than he had any right to be - though he was managing to not take it personally. at the end of the day, no matter how big she got, no matter how self assured ; ava was always gonna be his little girl. the innocent wonder that had sparkled in her big brown eyes when she was little, watching him from the edge of the table...- he liked to think that if he looked up, it’d still be there. and he’d tell himself it was. “lemme see-” he held out a hand, an offer for her to place hers within his grasp, “i’ll decide that. this is a real delicate process, aves.” 

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what if the teenage mutant ninja turtles exist in the mcu but they’re just really good at staying under the radar and criminals are too embarrassed to admit they got beat up by some guys in “turtle costumes” so they blame daredevil. peter parker worked as a pizza delivery boy for a while and brought like eight pizzas to a man hole cover but thought nothing of it bc nyc

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peter parker: i once was one minute late delivering pizza and the dude was like “forgiveness is divine, but never pay full price for late pizza” 

clint barton: oh cool u met one of the tmnt 

literally everyone: who 

clint: am i the only one in this goddamn city who knows about the crimefighting turtles that live in the sewers 

(they all think clint is playing an elaborate prank on them, especially when he shows them a photo of four guys wearing what are ‘very obviously halloween costumes’)

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optiicsblasts‌:

“come onnn,” he whined, his lower lit jutting out into a pout as he turned to look at his friend, “please clint!” he found himself begging, and while normally he’d be embarrassed to do such a thing, he was beyond caring at this point. scott was tired of learning the fundamentals, and he’d come too far to quit so the only logical option was actually trying it. “dude my eyeballs are deadly weapons- i’m not scared,” he responded with a roll of his eyes, though the other wouldn’t be able to see it. 

“so with this in your hands, you’d have two deadly weapons at your disposal,” he did make a valid point, he thought - but then AGAIN, clint figured that about a lot of points he made. didn’t mean he was right. a dip appeared between his brow as he actually thought about his words, and after a brief reconsideration, he added - “three, if we’re counting both eyes.” he did have two eyes behind those red shades, clint knew ; he’d thought more than once about how dumb it was for a guy who went by ‘cyclops’ to have two fully functioning ( a loose term ) eyes. “you can have it-” he let go of the bow into scott’s hands, and he immediately felt... not so good about it, but. too late now, right? “but be careful. you shoot the wrong thing, i get blamed - no one’s gonna believe it was STAND UP GUY scott summers in a court of law.” 

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cfprayers‌:

closed ( task ) starter for @hawkbros

By now, the area around them was mostly clean. Jude set down her own garbage and cast a glance at Clint. “Do you need a break?” She needed one, not that she would admit that. “I think we’ve done enough to earn one, if you do.”

“i could go for a coffee,” not that there was ever a time in his life where he couldn’t, but... he was beginning to feel the burn, bad as that made him feel about his own fitness levels. they’d been picking trash nonstop since the morning, and clint... needed the break. he was TIRED. “want to come with?”

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optiicsblasts‌:

“okay, i’ve got it, give me a bow,” he told his friend, a grin spreading across his face as he looked at his friend. for as long as scott could remember, which probably wasn’t that long, he’d been begging clint to teach him how to shoot a bow. and finally he’d worn the other down, but before he’d be able to get his hands on a bow, he needed to learn the fundamentals. and it sucked- scott didn’t care about the fundamentals, at least not at the time being- he just wanted to try archery. @hawkbros

“i don’t know, man...” clint was pretty FAMILIAR with how ‘bad ideas’ usually felt, at conception - and this seemed like it was a really bad one. for one, it was scott. he was a good enough leader ( clint could appreciate that ), but... being an x person, and all, and having laser beams for eyes meant that the archer wasn’t sure how well he’d do, when it came to using an actual WEAPON. for two... well. clint just didn’t have confidence in anyone that wasn’t him. especially not with one of his bows, hence the hesitation in relinquishing his grip, though he did, to his credit, extend it a bit to him. “this is a deadly weapon. you wanna handle that?”

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noxiousiisms‌:

“Coffee is vile.” Aspen said. She’d never seen the appeal, not before she tried it and certainly not after she tried. It was too bitter. No matter how much cream and sugar she dumped into her coffee, it was still too bitter for her to consider it anything other than a necessity when she stayed up too late the night before. “It is never too cold for ice cream. That’s just silly.”

“then you’re not drinking the right coffee,” because that was, of course, the only reason that someone wouldn’t care for his drink of choice. he’d lived a long time and he had his own, varied interests - but somehow or another, clint still didn’t grasp the concept that there were people alive who didn’t want to start their day with a jug of go juice. “i think when it’s snowing, it’s too cold. ‘less its coffee ice cream. never too cold for coffee ice cream.” 

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sting-likea-stinger‌:

cassie shot a quick apologetic smile at the stranger after grabbing their tea– turning and hurrying towards the cup stoppers and avoiding further eye contact, “i made it weirder asking how to make not weird,” they groan a little, but clint pulls a laugh out easily, “okay, you got the bug person,” they can’t help the giggle that comes out, “yeah that’s really hard when you’re my age,” and even harder when your mind is younger than your body, even just by a few years at this age. cassie shoots a cheeky smile at clint, “did my dad give you that advice? did it come from the dad handbook or something,” of course, the smile is filled with a special affection for their former teammate, along with the little elbow bump they throw in.

“bug people,” he corrected ; thoughts on the fact that there was more than one on the team, and that wasn’t even including the SPIDER one’s ( he’d been told, fairly recently in fact, that spiders weren’t actually bugs ). “so you see where i’m coming from. we’re all weird. like that, uh - that vasehead says,” he had enough self respect to not repeat those fateful riverhell words, but... he thought it was a pretty applicable meme. “do i really sound like scott?” he seemed almost offended, running a hand through his hair as way of nervous habit, his smile for them alone, “i’ll have to stop that.”

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ava-bartcn‌:

the only sign she hears him at first is the smallest look backwards, though otherwise ava faces the railing and stares out ahead off the roof. though she wanted to be alone… there were very few people she’d allow here other than her father. she’d be lying if she refuted all her parents had done for her since she got back stateside, despite her essentially abandoning them after her release from prison for the military. still, they quite literally got her out of the worst situation imaginable. there was no deeper gratitude than ava barton had to her parents., after a moment of stillness, she shrugs “he helped me not completely lose my shit,” it was blunt honesty, because she had come close. she takes another lengthy pause, words catching in her throat, the same stubborn unwillingness to open up worked into her since she was behind bars… but this is her dad. her parents rescued her. she had to give something. so, her lips twist into a wry smirk.

“all i gotta do is bring lark on missions, huh? badass agent right here.” the bitterness seeps into her statement, but she continues to look ahead, releasing a small sigh.

he wasn’t surprised that ava had inherited the desire to find higher ground in times of stress. for clint...- it had become a safe space, before such a thing had ever really held value to him. when dad was drunk and on a rampage, he and barney could always escape through the attic hatch and sit atop the roof of their beatdown home to wait it out. when he was lonely and missing his brother, he could climb the trucks they carried their big top in and breathe freely. when he was soaring through the air, he was free. ava had taken after him, and sometimes, that was for the worst - clint knew it, better than most. he had his FAULTS, and he’d have wished better on his children. but sometimes... it wasn’t so bad. 

“he’s good at that,” maybe it was his gift. maybe it was just the fact that lark was the littlest of their family. could have been either or, but clint was prone to thinking the former. “but he’s probably a little young for that, just yet.” or ever. it didn’t fill him with joy, to know that ava had already been through so much - he hoped that lark never would. “everyone was affected. nothing you could have done, to avoid it.” 

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nvthawkguy‌:

Since the mist, Kate had not been able to stop moving. Even now, as she stood there, concern (for Clint, for Cassie and Gerry, for Tommy, for everyone) multiplying within her chest, she still fidgeted, picking absentmindedly at the sequins of her dress and at other times twisting her bracelet around her wrist. “Is there anything I can do?” The hum of energy, the need to do something, anything, was nothing new but it has grown tenfold after the mist. “Just peachy.”

“could find me a pair of eyes to rent,” he made an attempt to laugh, though it was as hollow as they come. it didn’t matter that he had spent hours, at this point, trying to convince himself of the fact that it wouldn’t, couldn’t be permanent. the fear that maybe, just maybe it would be had him feeling more anxious than he cared admit. “peacy doesn’t sound good enough.”

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The Dumpster Duo™

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ft. @nvthawkguy

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Actual dialogue from Avengers Academy

HAWKEYE: what am I supposed to feed my dog?

PEPPER POTTS: Dog food?

HAWKEYE: Ridiculous.