Agent Barton

Indie MCU multiship/verse Clint Barton/Hawkeye RP blog read all links before RP'ing please

[hawkeyedxbarton-archive]

I miss Clint like whoa but I feel like I'm always ooc. Maybe after I catch up on the comics?

[humblystark]

Tony laughed against Clint’s mouth. He was the good kind a drunk—the kind of drunk where he was floating and every touch sent his squirming closer to Clint’s warm body. There were no troublesome thoughts, no guilt, no anxiety. He so rarely got drunk like this anymore.

"Sorrrrry. I’ll sober up in a bit. Promise." He kisses the tip of Clint’s nose, only slightly bashing into his face.

[hawkeyedxbarton-archive]

He liked when Tony was like this, he seemed pleased and happy, not stressed or anxious like he was normally when he got this drunk.

Clint laughed again, letting the billionaire kiss his nose and kept his hand over his cheek, wincing only slightly when Tony brushed against the injury on his chest. "It's okay, I don't mind you when you're drunk like this."

[petite-madame]

The Sounds of the City

Friend’s request, who wanted so see Clint Barton wearing his hearing aid. I did some research online, asked on Tumblr, checkout the latest issue of Hawkeye but I couldn’t find what his hearing aid looked liked so I went for something visible. Sorry if it’s not 100% accurate.

Photoshop CS6 - Painter 12

[sgposters]

Fraction’s Hawkeye

[humblystark]

Tony’s lips quirked at the touch. “Hey, that tickles.” A little fluttering in his chest enticed him to quit being lazy and give the man a proper kiss. He shifted up, using the back of the couch for leverage, until he could more or less comfortably mash his face against Clint’s. 

[hawkeyedxbarton-archive]

Clint snorted as Tony seemed determined now, shifting so they could kiss, but did a sloppy job of it until he caught his cheek to guide him properly. "You're so drunk." He laughed, but continued to move his lips gingerly against the other's. "Looks like I'm babysitting you tonight." 

[atowncalledwonder-deactivated20]

The drug in me (is you) || hawkeyedxbarton

[atowncalledwonder-deactivated20]

Clint was going to make this more difficult for her. Of course he wouldn’t want to leave her, especially when she was sleeping with him so often. Natasha drummed her fingers against the table, trying to think how to go about this. She needed more than she’d taken today but she had a limited supply. 

"I was thinking of going out by myself today," she said, "You know, prove I can or something." It was a weak excuse but he might buy it, then she can give herself time to go out and find herself a new source for the pills. 

[hawkeyedxbarton-archive]

Clint raised his eyebrows at how on edge she was acting with her fingers drumming on the table. Taking her in for a moment, he nodded slowly. "Well you've been going out, you mean a mission? There's not much going on right now." Clint wasn't sure what was going on with her today. 

Standing up, he walked towards the bathroom. "Be right back, we can figure it out when in a second." He wasn't sure what to do about her strangeness, but he needed to wake up. So off balance, he knocked into the counter and swore when he knocked a few bottles off the side.

Bending down he began to clean them up. 

[atowncalledwonder-deactivated20]

The drug in me (is you) || hawkeyedxbarton

As the weeks went on, it became harder to hide her growing habit from Clint, especially when he was staying at her place. She had been able to pack on some weight and her bruises were healed. She still wasn’t at her top strength yet, but when she could manage it she was working out with him. The pain killers did make her dislike too much activity but she pushed herself because she knew Clint would question her if she didn’t try. 

As she healed he did seem to watch her less carefully, but she still had to be careful. Not only was he staying with her but she had continued sleeping with him, usually when she was riding a high but that was most of the time anymore. 

Her bottle was getting close to empty. This morning she had counted four pills at the bottom so she was trying to space them out. She didn’t get a refill on it so she needed to figure out a new way to get pills. During lunch, while she and Clint sat at the kitchen table she decided to try to see how much longer he decided to stay.

"You know," she said, "I’m pretty much healed now, you probably don’t have to babysit me much longer. SHIELD didn’t give you too long off did they? I don’t really remember how long they said you could have."

[hawkeyedxbarton-archive]

Clint rubbed his face again, he'd been up late the night before, doing a bit of moonlighting, still trying to find the person that had taken Nat, who had managed to get to her over there. "What?" He asked, having to sit up to hear what she'd said. 

Shrugging, he let himself fall back onto the table. "I dunno, they didn't really seem to care what I do. You're the prize 'round there. If I'm getting you back together that's all that matters to them." Clint reminded, as he finally propped himself back up on the table. He raised an eyebrow, his partner looked a bit on edge, as though she was ready to jump out of her skin. Out of character for how she'd been for the last few weeks. 

[peterquill]

[katycantthinkofadecentusername]

#can we just take a moment to appreciate

#that Clint

#while holed up doing a job of watching all the scientists working away

#managed to work out BEFORE the quantum physicist exactly what the fuck is going on

#with the tesseract

#by using pure logic

#it also shows that even though Nick chastises him for doing his whole ‘brood in the rafters’ nesting thing

#that Clint was paying attention the whole damn time

#this is the guy who can fire arrows without looking

#who can calculate on the fly the trajectory needed to lodge an explosive arrow into a propeller

#I will punch anyone who says Clint is useless or a deadweight because he’s squishy-human and is only good for being a marksman

#because he’s deceptively smart

#and plays that close to his chest

[humblystark]

"Gladly, sir. Might I recommend you leave the drinking to Mr. Stark for the rest of the evening? Not that he particularly needs it…"

“Jarvis.”

"Simply stating a fact, sir."

Tony looks up sternly (as sternly as he can manage in his state) at Clint. “No more tequila for you, mister.” He adds, “We should make out instead,” as he makes no move whatever to shift his position into one that would be conducive to said making out.

[hawkeyedxbarton-archive]

"Thanks." He said to the ceiling, actually pleased that someone was going to be aware of him for once. Most of the time he tried to forget the AI was there at all. 

Clint smirked in amusement, still running his fingers through Tony's hair. "Yes, sir." He raised an eyebrow when Tony suggested making out though. "Oh yeah, you don't really seem as into that." He teased as the billionaire stayed where he was, comfortably on Clint's chest. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to Tony's lips as lightly as possible. 

[atowncalledwonder-deactivated20]

Natasha let out a loud content sigh as he kissed her back. She just wanted to continue to be wrapped up like this with him in a slightly drugged daze. Then she could eventually start getting better, put some weight back on, start working out again and feel strong again. She felt the key to all that was in being close to Clint. Maybe it was because he’d pulled her out of the facility in the first place. Although she didn’t think she’d feel this comfortable if it had been anyone else. She had a bond with Clint and he understood her more than anyone else she could think of. 

Clint’s soft touch on her back felt nothing short of amazing. She rocked her hips as he touched her, wanting to feel his hands everywhere on her right now. She pulled back from his lips, breathing heavily into his mouth. “You have the best hands in the world,” she told him, lips brushing over his. 

[hawkeyedxbarton-archive]

He moaned against her lips when she rocked her hips against his, smirking slightly as she complimented his hands. She'd said that once before when she was drunk off her ass so he could set a bone and sew her up. It was cute and it made him soften as he cupped her cheek. "Good to know." He teased, the other arm draping around her middle to keep her close. 

Shifting, he moved so he was leaning back against the couch, liking the warmth of her on his legs and lap, almost overwhelmed with it. Natasha felt wonderful against him, and now that everything had been talked out, at least there was nothing to worry about. 

[humblystark]

He scrunched his nose. “Cleanup” didn’t sound like a pleasant task. The work he and Natasha did was some of the most admirable (and the dirtiest), and it too often when unacknowledged. 

"Been in the workshop taking apart a weapons haul Steve brought in from his latest mission. Sloppy design. I’m overwhelmingly unimpressed." He was about this close to starting to drool all over Clint’s chest from how relaxed he was. So much for his Sexy Plans. “‘Tash okay? She know you were coming over here?" 

[hawkeyedxbarton-archive]

"Aren't you always?" Clint teased, fingers still running through Tony's hair, eyes closing. He should take another sip of the bottle next to him, or just let the tension slowly drain out through the warm weight on his chest that was Tony. "She's got other stuff going on. Technically I'm not supposed to be drinking or sleeping because I might have a concussion, so I told her I'd come over here and let JARVIS monitor me."

That reminded him, "JARVIS can you run a scan on me every two hours to make sure I don't fall into a coma?" Clint was still pleased that he'd thought of this actually. 

[evanss-chris]

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[doodlezup-deactivated20161108]

ooh Maria 

sorry not sorry about this one….

[onlyslightlysmarter]

            “I know, but that’s why you can’t stand to be without me.       I just wanted to ride around, got a little bored at home.”

[hawkeyedxbarton-archive]

  "Basically––" He cut himself off when he saw something run out in front of the car. "Holy crap! What was that?"

[humblystark]

The sudden shift made his head spin, but lying down with a shirtless Clint was A-OK in his book. “Mm, keep doing that,” he slurred. “Howas the assignment?” He ran his finger along the edge of a fresh bandage over the archer’s abdomen. Looked like it had hurt.

[hawkeyedxbarton-archive]

He'd forgotten that he was still being patched up for the most part, only aware when Tony's fingertips touched the tender spots. Clint let his head loll back onto the cushions, eyes closing. "Not as bad as most. I don't like being undercover in the mob though. Too many innocent victims." That wasn't a subject he wanted to cover right now though. He and Natasha had managed to get out most of the young girls that had been being used in the prostitution rings, him helping get the kids to child protective services while she got the girls to safe houses.

"The clean up took longer than anything. He let his fingers toy in Tony's hair. "What have you been doing?"

[onlyslightlysmarter]

            “Boo, you whore.” She smirked, getting the joke completely but wanting to tease him instead.

[hawkeyedxbarton-archive]

"You're the worst, Nat, seriously." He complained, settling in the seat. "But where are we going for real?"

[onlyslightlysmarter]

            “No. Why? Do you want to go shopping?”

[hawkeyedxbarton-archive]

"No it's the––" He rolled his eyes. "Way to ruin the joke, Nat."