Welcome to the nest.

Clint Barton You can usually find me in the clock tower enjoying the view. Feel free to stop by and talk.

[hawkeyed-archer]

Piano Man || Clint & Tony

The archer tucked his hands behind his head as he stretched out on the chase lounge. Tony was currently working on a project and Clint had popped by for a visit in hope of getting the Ravenclaw out of his lab. He’d been told to give Tony a few more minutes and that had been two hours ago. 

Pale eyes flickered to the figure across the room. “Come on Tony.” The whining undertone drew out his words. “It’s been hours and we can be doing something fun.” 

[man-in-the-ironmask]

Tony starts at the voice and looks over at Clint. “Oh, hey Katniss. Forgot you were there.” He stands up and strolls over to lean against the chase. “What did you have in mind? I’ll have you know I’m not one for hiking. Or going outside.” 

[hawkeyed-archer]

“Na. Nothing outside. I don’t know if you noticed but it’s kinda raining.” The Gryffindor stood up and beckoned for Tony to follow him. “I’ll show you. We’re gonna head to the room of requirement. Your projects can wait.” He ushered the Ravenclaw out of the lab and out of the common room. “What were you working on anyway?” He inquired over his shoulder.

[man-in-the-ironmask]

Tony huffs but allows Clint to lead him from the lab. “I’m working on an arm for Buck-a-boo. The magical one was confinscated so I thought a mechanical one would be better and acceptable by the Ministry.” He shrugs and tucks his hands into his pockets as they stroll down the hallway. “So where are you abducting me to? Do I get a phone call?”

[hawkeyed-archer]

“Look at you being all amazing. I’d love to see that arm when you’re done. The stuff you create is beyond badass.” The archer nudged Tony playfully with his arm. “As for where we’re going, I told ya. Room of Requirement. What that’ll be is gonna be a surprise. And no. I don’t need Rogers showing up on a white steed to save you. Dude can be kind of over-dramatic.” 

Soon enough they reached the room and he pushed open the door. It was elegantly decorated in ivory and woods and in the center of the room was a large piano with a guitar set next to it. “You and I are gonna make some music. In the non-sexual way, get your mind out of the gutter.” 

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Just to Clear the Air || Clint and Dean

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hawkeyed-archer:

“I didn’t break free of it. It was broken for me… by the fact I was almost killed.” The archer crosses his arms to stop any sense of trembling that had started. He wouldn’t be able to forget how close he had come to dying nor how much pain he had been in after it all. “Thank you, for saving Nat. I’ll remind her of it in hopes she’ll get over he grudge against you.”

Dean looked down at that comment. He was guilty of that and should have done research before deciding to make a stupid decision. He knew it was idiotic, but Natasha was free. Resulting in rumours and well the almost death of Clint. “Heh, well I don’t know how good you are at talking to her about those things, but she seems stubborn and frankly I am just giving her space. Especially with the rumours that we are sleeping together. Crowley likes to make stuff up and destroy things.”

[hawkeyed-archer]

The blond unfolded his arms to scrub at his hair. “Crowley seems to have spread a rumor a lot of people believe. Kinda sucks that they’d think she cheat on me with you, you know?” He shook his head. “Can’t say I don’t see why. She’s... perfect and I’m just a poor carnie who tried to kill the ‘cute hot teacher’ at Hogwarts. Dude picked the perfect rumor to start.” 

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Just to Clear the Air || Clint and Dean

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hawkeyed-archer:

Clint gave a careless shrug. “I wasn’t strong enough to resist Crowley. And I couldn’t save Nat from the curse. I wasn’t attentive enough to figure out something was going on. I just… I call myself Hawkeye and this time, I didn’t see any of it.” He murmured. 

Dean shook his head and cleared this throat, “Crowley is a coward. You care for people and he used others for his own game. I know he wants me out of here. He used you against me. He put another under his own spell. But you broke out. You are strong enough and Natasha’s curse is gone.” He chuckled and rubbed his forehead for a moment, “I should have read more in the curse to make sure I didn’t do anything stupid and I was so determined to help her get rid of that, I got one.”

[hawkeyed-archer]

“I didn’t break free of it. It was broken for me... by the fact I was almost killed.” The archer crosses his arms to stop any sense of trembling that had started. He wouldn’t be able to forget how close he had come to dying nor how much pain he had been in after it all. “Thank you, for saving Nat. I’ll remind her of it in hopes she’ll get over he grudge against you.”

[hawkeyed-archer]

Piano Man || Clint & Tony

The archer tucked his hands behind his head as he stretched out on the chase lounge. Tony was currently working on a project and Clint had popped by for a visit in hope of getting the Ravenclaw out of his lab. He’d been told to give Tony a few more minutes and that had been two hours ago. 

Pale eyes flickered to the figure across the room. “Come on Tony.” The whining undertone drew out his words. “It’s been hours and we can be doing something fun.” 

[man-in-the-ironmask]

Tony starts at the voice and looks over at Clint. “Oh, hey Katniss. Forgot you were there.” He stands up and strolls over to lean against the chase. “What did you have in mind? I’ll have you know I’m not one for hiking. Or going outside.” 

[hawkeyed-archer]

“Na. Nothing outside. I don’t know if you noticed but it’s kinda raining.” The Gryffindor stood up and beckoned for Tony to follow him. “I’ll show you. We’re gonna head to the room of requirement. Your projects can wait.” He ushered the Ravenclaw out of the lab and out of the common room. “What were you working on anyway?” He inquired over his shoulder.

[hawkeyed-archer]

Clint needs some threads if anyone wants to hit him up.

[hawkeyed-archer]

Piano Man || Clint & Tony

The archer tucked his hands behind his head as he stretched out on the chase lounge. Tony was currently working on a project and Clint had popped by for a visit in hope of getting the Ravenclaw out of his lab. He’d been told to give Tony a few more minutes and that had been two hours ago. 

Pale eyes flickered to the figure across the room. “Come on Tony.” The whining undertone drew out his words. “It’s been hours and we can be doing something fun.” 

[theslytherinspider]

Snowtime | Natasha and Clint

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hawkeyed-archer:

“Ditto.” Slender fingers carded through her hair.  “Being dead sucked.” He echoed her sigh and glanced down at her. “So, what now? How do we get back to normal?”

She hummed gently, eyes closing for a moment as his fingers ran through her hair. The familiarity, the simplicity… It was nice, even if it was fleeting. “I can imagine.” She looked up to him, green eyes wide. “I don’t know,” she admitted softly. “I know I’m normally the one with the plans, but I don’t know what to do.”

[hawkeyed-archer]

“Well that makes two of us.” Pale eyes closed as he rested his head back  against the pillow. “I guess.... we’ll just have to play it by ear. Cross the bridge when we come to it. Other things like that.” He was always one who lived recklessly anyway. Might as well continue the trend.

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Clint: Natasha, we’ve know each other for 3 years.

Natasha: I know what I said.

[hawkeyed-archer]

@theslytherinspider,

[theslytherinspider]

Snowtime | Natasha and Clint

[theslytherinspider]

hawkeyed-archer:

“I get it.” A frown darkened his features. “You had to do what you had to do.” But now it was time for him to do what he needed to do. He’d have to get Crowley back in some way.  He could’t tell Natasha. This was about him now. He just turned his head and pressed a kiss to the crown of her hair. “We’re both safe now.”

She sighed, leaning into his touch quietly. “I hope so,” she murmured. “I’m ready to be done with being scared.” Her voice was soft, and she felt exhausted. Hiding so much from Clint had been more taxing than she’d realized, apparently. “I’m glad you’re still alive.”

[hawkeyed-archer]

“Ditto.” Slender fingers carded through her hair.  “Being dead sucked.” He echoed her sigh and glanced down at her. “So, what now? How do we get back to normal?”

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Just to Clear the Air || Clint and Dean

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hawkeyed-archer:

The archer propped a leg on the seat of his chair and hugged his leg loosely. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for. You weren’t yourself, I wasn’t myself….” He trailed off with a shrug. “As for Nat, she’s… a bit over dramatic and protective, but she’ll come around. She’ll see it’s not your fault either.” A hand reached up and scrubbed through his hair. “I wanted to thank you, for freeing her from the unbreakable vow. But I was a coward.”

Dean managed a soft smile. “Thank you. It’s going to take a while with thinking it wasn’t my fault. If I had studied a bit more then I would have been able to take that curse away and not get one for myself. You are not a coward, Clint. How do you think you are?”

[hawkeyed-archer]

Clint gave a careless shrug. “I wasn’t strong enough to resist Crowley. And I couldn’t save Nat from the curse. I wasn’t attentive enough to figure out something was going on. I just... I call myself Hawkeye and this time, I didn’t see any of it.” He murmured. 

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Just to Clear the Air || Clint and Dean

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hawkeyed-archer:

After another moment of hesitation, Clint stepped into the room and took the offered seat. “So…” He cleared his throat as he shifted to get comfortable. “Am I getting expelled?” The thought twisted his gut into knots but he wouldn’t have a choice in the matter.

Dean shook his head and gave a chuckle, giving the impression that he isn’t in trouble. “No. That’s not what is going to happen. I just wanted to say that I’m so sorry that happened to you. I had no idea what came over me. I’m also sorry I couldn’t stop Crowley from controlling you. I’m glad you are okay…” He looked at Clint then pressed his lips together hard and shook his head again. “Your girlfriend is super mad at me and still is. I had her trust and it was ruined. I’m sure it has been ruined with you.”

[hawkeyed-archer]

The archer propped a leg on the seat of his chair and hugged his leg loosely. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for. You weren’t yourself, I wasn’t myself....” He trailed off with a shrug. “As for Nat, she’s... a bit over dramatic and protective, but she’ll come around. She’ll see it’s not your fault either.” A hand reached up and scrubbed through his hair. “I wanted to thank you, for freeing her from the unbreakable vow. But I was a coward.”

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Just to Clear the Air || Clint and Dean

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hawkeyed-archer:

The sun was setting and, as usual, it was a magnificent view from his perch on the top of the clock tower. The wind tugged at his hair and he inhaled the crisp air deeply. A rustle of wings a movement to his left caught his attention and he glanced at the newcomer. An owl with a letter attached to it’s leg.

Carefully he freed the parchment and the moment he let go the owl took off. He opened the paper and scanned over it. Shit. Professor Winchester wanted to see him. The archer had done his best to avoid the man after taunting him viciously to the point Dean attacked. It had been his fault and guilt had overwhelmed him since he couldn’t remember why he’d done it. But he supposed he couldn’t run forever.

Clint took his sweet time making his was to the professor’s office and once outside the door, he lingered a bit longer until he finally gathered enough courage to knock on the door twice before pushing it open. “You wanted to see me, sir?”

It was fine if Clint didn’t want to talk and it was fine if he did. Dean sighed and leaned back in his chair, looking at the papers he had to give back either tomorrow or the next. The knock on the door made his stiffen, but quickly relaxed as the door opened.

“Uh yeah. I just needed to talk to you about a couple things. You can come in an sit down.” Dean then nodded just slightly, “I wanted to talk about what happened on the bridge.”

[hawkeyed-archer]

After another moment of hesitation, Clint stepped into the room and took the offered seat. “So...” He cleared his throat as he shifted to get comfortable. “Am I getting expelled?” The thought twisted his gut into knots but he wouldn’t have a choice in the matter.

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Just to Clear the Air || Clint and Dean

While the whole ordeal with Natasha and him finally dying down and Clint hopefully healed up nicely, Dean still wanted to clear the air for this. He wanted to be the bigger man and tell Clint he was sorry and didn’t intend on this to happen. His grip got tighter on his quill as he thought of what happened, Natasha being in danger, Clint under a spell along with Castiel. How he took that curse from Natasha and gained one for himself. 

Dean put down the quill and rolled his sleeve up to look at what he got for playing with something he didn’t know anything about. Why did he care so much and why was he that dense not to look for something first? He would find a cure sometime. He quickly then rolled down his sleeve to finish up the note for a student.

“Mr. Barton

You may not want to talk or see me, but I would like to speak to you in the classroom.”

-D. Winchester

He then put the quill down and capped the ink bottle, folded the letter and sent it off with the owl to give to Clint.

[hawkeyed-archer]

The sun was setting and, as usual, it was a magnificent view from his perch on the top of the clock tower. The wind tugged at his hair and he inhaled the crisp air deeply. A rustle of wings a movement to his left caught his attention and he glanced at the newcomer. An owl with a letter attached to it’s leg.

Carefully he freed the parchment and the moment he let go the owl took off. He opened the paper and scanned over it. Shit. Professor Winchester wanted to see him. The archer had done his best to avoid the man after taunting him viciously to the point Dean attacked. It had been his fault and guilt had overwhelmed him since he couldn’t remember why he’d done it. But he supposed he couldn’t run forever.

Clint took his sweet time making his was to the professor’s office and once outside the door, he lingered a bit longer until he finally gathered enough courage to knock on the door twice before pushing it open. “You wanted to see me, sir?”

[theslytherinspider]

Snowtime | Natasha and Clint

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hawkeyed-archer:

Pale eyes stayed locked on the ground as the archer tried to comprehend what he was being told. He didn’t want to believe it but Tasha wouldn’t lie to him. The urge to find Crowley and demand the truth was overwhelming but he was needed here. For the moment he managed to push his emotions aside and wrapped an arm around the Slytherin. “Nat, you had no choice. You can’t blame yourself. I just wish I could have helped you.” 

Natasha watched Clint, almost scared of how he’d react. It was a lot of information at once, none of it good, and she didn’t want to overwhelm him but she also couldn’t keep the truth from him anymore. When his arm slipped around her, she hugged him close, hand stroking along his back. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, pressing her face into his shoulder. “I wish you could’ve helped, too, but I wanted you to stay safe.”

[hawkeyed-archer]

“I get it.” A frown darkened his features. “You had to do what you had to do.” But now it was time for him to do what he needed to do. He’d have to get Crowley back in some way.  He could’t tell Natasha. This was about him now. He just turned his head and pressed a kiss to the crown of her hair. “We’re both safe now.”

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“I don’t believe in miracles, I never did. Nothing ever happens here, So sick of it…”

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Snowtime | Natasha and Clint

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hawkeyed-archer:

The brunet paused at her words, taking a moment to process them. “What?” he asked finally. But he knew he had heard and understood her. “But Crowley was so friendly. He’s always been nice to me. Why would he hurt us? Why would he make you swear a vow?” There was a hint of unease worming it’s way through him and he swallowed hard to get the sudden acidic taste out of his mouth. It just didn’t make sense, why would Crowley do such a thing?

The tone to his voice was a little heartbreaking, but she knew she had to press on. She’d been unable to tell him for so long, and even if it hurt, she knew she had to. “He–he’s nice to you because it was his way of getting me to comply. I was… I don’t even know what it was. Asking too many questions, or looking where I shouldn’t, maybe, and so he decided that I was a problem. And then… He hurt you. Because I care about you, he hurt you, and then he made me vow to never tell you.” She knew she was crying again, and she looked away for a moment. “I wanted to. When we were in the garden, on the hammock, but… I couldn’t, I would’ve died. And I’m so sorry. I feel like a coward.”

[hawkeyed-archer]

Pale eyes stayed locked on the ground as the archer tried to comprehend what he was being told. He didn’t want to believe it but Tasha wouldn’t lie to him. The urge to find Crowley and demand the truth was overwhelming but he was needed here. For the moment he managed to push his emotions aside and wrapped an arm around the Slytherin. “Nat, you had no choice. You can’t blame yourself. I just wish I could have helped you.” 

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“I love crime,” He said with an obviously joking grin. At the offer Stiles hummed, rubbing at his chin. “They do look comfortable. But I don’t wanna steal your look. Considering it’s a super good one. I’m good just like, shadowing you.”

Stiles smiled a bit, glancing onto the group of people again, looking for any other target. “You personally hoping to inspire anyone?” He asked. “Y’know, a friend, or er, a crush?” Stiles asked curiously.

“Your loss.” Clint responded with a shrug. “Of course I make these look good and not everyone can, you know?” He nocked another arrow as Stiles scanned the crowd.

“Huh? Oh, na. This is just for fun. I mean, I probably could help out some of my friends; Tony might need an arrow to the ass.” A hum of consideration escaped. “I might save one for him. Write his name on it.” He glanced over at the other. “Find another target? Or is there someone you had in mind?”