Flip Your Wings an' Fly to Daddy - HIATUS

Clint Barton. Hawkeye. Husband to Natasha, father of Katya, full time diaper duty. [[ indy RP blog full of 19-9999 spoilers. MCU plus 616 Fraction/Aja run and EMH for flavouring. ]] ON INDEFINITE HIATUS

[hawkguyclint]

Happy Birthday Darling Girl

The doctor had approved him to leave the hospital. He shouldn’t have, in truth, but Clint was too stubborn and too obsessed with the idea of being at Katya’s birthday party. When the discharge papers were signed, the physician made the archer promise to come back the next day for re-evaluation.

“I promise.” The last syllable sounded like someone smashing the keys on a piano.

Natasha -- to her credit -- had brought some clothes for him. About a size and a half too small now, he looked a little less like a homeless person and more like a man who’d just had miracle weight loss surgery. Clint pulled down the bill of the baseball cap and met Steve in the car outside.

“Thanks,” he tossed the other man’s way as he got in. After buckling he’s seatbelt, they both apologized. Steve said it was for doubting Clint was devoted to his wife and daughter. Hawkeye was going to say something but thought better of it.

At the store, Clint found bright red sneakers in Katya’s size to go with her new elephant figurine (something he’d saved since she’d been born) and a card for Natasha. Inside was the bank account with Katya’s name on it.

Her trust, it read. For when she’s in university or decides she wants to backpack around the world. All of the money from my likeness on Avenger things is in there.

With love, Daddy

steppingonyourmoment

[steppingonyourmoment--archi-blog]

Dear Barton,

It’s our daughter’s first Halloween today. She’s a banana. 

You won’t get this letter, since I don’t know where to find you anymore. All our old secrets aren’t secret anymore.

You’re missing everything.

—N

[hawkguyclint]

He's chained to the wall today, staring at the monitor that shows the live feed to the apartment.

"They look good," the shadowy figure announces. "The banana costume is a nice change."

He spits toward the other person, but Clint's throat is so dry it doesn't reach.

"Pathetic," the captor announces. "Pathetic!"

[hawkguyclint]

Important Announcement

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[hawkguyclint]

Important Announcement

Surprising absolutely no one, this blog is going on an indefinite hiatus.

Lately I've had no inspiration to play with Clint or to develop him. I have a few threads going and it feels like pulling teeth to write replies. It's stupid that my other muse is practically the same person and this is happening. Life's funny that way I suppose.

I will be logging in to look at messages or if he feels alive but from now until...whenever, he'll be MIA. If you want to contact me and receive a response quickly, I'd suggest contacting me via cordeliabarton.

Thank you kindly for your follows. Feel free to remove him for your rotation if you want to declutter your dash and hopefully, we'll meet again soon with Clint here or on Skype.

Best wishes,

Stephers

[hawkguyclint]

Clint. We need to talk about your wife.

That so?

Been hearin’ all kinds’ah thin’s ‘bout you an’ how y’passin’ judgment on her. Listen, this is the part where I remind’ja that she’s got about sixteen ways t’kill y’with dental floss. You let me take care of this and stay the hell out of her way before she makes whatever threat she made against you sound like a choir of heavenly angels singin’ y’t’heaven.

Trust me on this, Rev. Lemme handle this.

[theshielddoctor]

Look, I’m just trying to help. I came over the other day, and she literally walked out, leaving me with Katarina. She was gone for a few hours. She didn’t threaten me. That’s what worries me!

Honestly, it sounds like post partum depression.

[hawkguyclint]

Then get me the name of a doctor that won't look down on her and I'll help push her in the right direction. Until you do that, we ain't got nothin' t'discuss.

[hawkguyclint]

Clint. We need to talk about your wife.

That so?

Been hearin' all kinds'ah thin's 'bout you an' how y'passin' judgment on her. Listen, this is the part where I remind'ja that she's got about sixteen ways t'kill y'with dental floss. You let me take care of this and stay the hell out of her way before she makes whatever threat she made against you sound like a choir of heavenly angels singin' y't'heaven.

Trust me on this, Rev. Lemme handle this.

[hawkguyclint]

We Three

[hawkguyclint]

He matched her tone. “Good,” before nuzzling the top of her head with her cheek. “Cause I’m done talkin’ ‘bout m’amazin’ wife an’ wanna show her off.”

Clint had spent the time since the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. doing freelance work with Hawkeye 2, redecorating the apartment with pictures of Natasha and Katya and training Lucky unsuccessfully to retrieve arrows by name. He only ever wants to bring me the boomerang arrow… 

The Avenger elected to wear his ‘Real Men Change Diapers’ t-shirt, a pair of loose fitting, thin fabric black shorts and athletic sandals. A pair of shades rested on his head while he checked and rechecked the stroller and the diaper bag for supplies. Fresh breast milk in a stay cool bottle, some soft strawberry mush and Ellie the Elephant were all accounted for.

"Ready when you are, KGB."

[steppingonyourmoment--archi-blog]

Natasha readied herself in short order. Some might have thought it was impossible to shower and blow-dry so much hair so quickly, but Natasha Romanoff was always one to break perceptions of such things. She put on a layer of carefully planned natural-looking makeup with a splash of crimson at her lips, for a confidence boost. Her clothes were chosen only with enough care to be form-fitting, showing off how quickly her slender curves bounced back after the baby. Any little advantage she could get over the WASPs would do wonders.

Much of her time since getting Katarina back after SHIELD had been spent in isolation. Staying up late crunching numbers, trying to keep her web in working order, keeping certain trusts funded, without dipping too deep into their savings—she was going to have to go back to work a lot sooner than she wished. And not SHIELD work, either; assassinations. Private gigs. All the things she thought she was getting away from when she joined neo-HYDRA, but this time she would have more control. She had a lawyer lined up to look over her assets, control the finances. He would be better at this than her, and she needed it to be better. For Katarina.

It was time to get out and rejoin the world.

She tied her hair in a knot at the back of her head, then joined Clint and the baby in the main room. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” she said with as much gravitas as one heading into battle. “If it gets bad, promise I can fake cramps and leave early.”

[hawkguyclint]

He looked up from the stroller and smiled at Natasha. "Don't think'ah this as some fight. Y'got friends here," Clint motioned to himself and Katya, "an' that's all we need in this world, alrigh'?"

Clint didn't know what to call it but he definitely could see Natasha questioning what was next. No S.H.I.E.L.D. meant no work and no work meant no money. Tony wasn't that big of a money hog that he wanted rent -- no one had asked for any since they'd moved into the Avengers Tower -- but other things like groceries, diapers and clothes were going to add up sooner than they wanted.

He'd hoped to surprise his wife with a vacation to the Virgin Islands for their anniversary but that was replaced by a babysitter and a night out eating at their favourite food trucks.

Purse strings were tight but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. This 'Mommy and Me' meet up was free so there was that.

Soon surrounded by the WASPs, Clint called over to one and introduced her to his wife. "Hon, this is Jessica and that's lil' Danielle." He signed to the baby 'you look cute today.' "They're like my bros here."

[steppingonyourmoment--archi-blog]

First off, a great big slobbery THANK YOU to everyone following me. I am being brutally honest when I say I never expected to reach this milestone. Whether you’ve been following since the beginning or last night, I’m glad you’re here. Thank you so so so much, and I hope you stick around a little longer!

Secondly, a very seductive thanks to solvingthxpuzzle for the above image; all I did was put text on it. The rest was her lovely doing.

Now for the fun stuff—PRIZES!

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Only reblogs count

You can reblog as many times as you want, but don’t be a dick and flood the dash, queue that shit or something

If you make a giveaway blog just for these shitty prizes I will bemoan your existence.

Giveaway ends AUGUST 10th @ 11:59 PM CST (GMT-6)

This contest has to get at least 20 notes to be legit, so get reblogging!

[steppingonyourmoment--archi-blog]

First off, a great big slobbery THANK YOU to everyone following me. I am being brutally honest when I say I never expected to reach this milestone. Whether you’ve been following since the beginning or last night, I’m glad you’re here. Thank you so so so much, and I hope you stick around a little longer!

Secondly, a very seductive thanks to solvingthxpuzzle for the above image; all I did was put text on it. The rest was her lovely doing.

Now for the fun stuff—PRIZES!

1st place:

50 icons

Promo image

Online/Offline status images

Two weeks promo link on my blog’s home page

2nd place:

25 icons

Promo image

Online/Offline status images

One week promo link on my blog’s home page

3rd place:

15 icons

Promo image

One week promo link on my blog’s home page

Rules:

Must be following me, obvs

Only reblogs count

You can reblog as many times as you want, but don’t be a dick and flood the dash, queue that shit or something

If you make a giveaway blog just for these shitty prizes I will bemoan your existence.

Giveaway ends AUGUST 10th @ 11:59 PM CST (GMT-6)

This contest has to get at least 20 notes to be legit, so get reblogging!

[hawkguyclint]

We Three

[hawkguyclint]

The words leap out of his mouth before he even notices. “She does!” Clint then realizes he said them and repeats them. “She does.” He’s confident about this and makes sure to put his hands on his hips to show it. “Also for the record, thank you. I will remember about my bitchface the next time I think hard about something.” He ponders. “Like why there’s no sequel to Xanadu.”

Pulling her close to him, the blond sighs out his nose. “Y’don’t gotta if y’don’t wanna, lady.” His chin finds the top of her head and his chin pushes down as he talks. “I don’t wanna make y’uncomfortable or like,” his lips twitch, “er deal with somethin’ when y’ain’t ready fer it.”

Frisky Business then called over. Lucky bounded after her. “Plus we can get away from those idiots.”

[steppingonyourmoment--archi-blog]

"Stranger Anxiety begins at ten months, which means that until then babies can’t tell the difference between friends and strangers," Natasha deadpanned in retaliation to Clint’s protest. She had no idea why she was so adamant in this cause; it would be nice to believe the big smiles on Katarina’s face were actually due to her mother entering the room rather than the instinctual promise of being fed soon.

She shook her head but allowed Clint to pull her in, sighing. “No, no, I want to go,” she said, though there wasn’t much heat in it. What she wanted was for Clint to start believing in her and how much she cared about her family. They weren’t collateral damage to her.

Then came the animals. Natasha watched Lucky chase Frisky in a circuit through the bedroom, only pausing to sniff at and protectively lick the crown of Katya’s head, then gambol out again. “I’m definitely ready for that.”

[hawkguyclint]

He matched her tone. "Good," before nuzzling the top of her head with her cheek. "Cause I'm done talkin' 'bout m'amazin' wife an' wanna show her off."

Clint had spent the time since the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. doing freelance work with Hawkeye 2, redecorating the apartment with pictures of Natasha and Katya and training Lucky unsuccessfully to retrieve arrows by name. He only ever wants to bring me the boomerang arrow... 

The Avenger elected to wear his 'Real Men Change Diapers' t-shirt, a pair of loose fitting, thin fabric black shorts and athletic sandals. A pair of shades rested on his head while he checked and rechecked the stroller and the diaper bag for supplies. Fresh breast milk in a stay cool bottle, some soft strawberry mush and Ellie the Elephant were all accounted for.

"Ready when you are, KGB."

[hawkguyclint]

Back from vacation

And with that, I'm in dire need of getting this blog in gear.

So who wants to plot?

[cordeliabarton]

We're off to the lake!

The bf got some time off from work through a minor miracle so we’ll be back on Sunday afternoon/evening. 

Yep you guessed it, more RP delays.

[hawkguyclint]

We Three

[hawkguyclint]

He recognized that look, that slight pull of her shoulders. Clint was the sort that rushed to judgment and he paid for it with looks like that. There was a part of him that was certain he’d never get her affections back truly but he stayed. He stayed for that piece of him that believed it was possible.

"Do I have a murder…something?" He asked honestly because he wasn’t sure. His wife had murder lipstick, underwear, stockings, shoes. "Arrows, probably," he reminded himself in a low tone before laying down on the floor to stare at the ceiling. "I got the bag all ready an’ the thin’s at like, ninety minutes from now."

He got up like a shot. “I should pack Ellie. She keeps looking for her when we do some of the poses like we do at home.” There he was, one of the deadliest men in the world, searching for a stuffed elephant.

[steppingonyourmoment--archi-blog]

"You realize she’s too little to even really recognize us yet, right?” asked Natasha, flopping back onto the bed in an echo of her husband on the floor. “If a strange man with red hair offered her the boob tomorrow she wouldn’t bat an eyelash. At least until she noticed milk wasn’t coming out.”

With hands folded over her stomach she sighed quietly through her nose. The last thing Natasha wanted was a social outing, especially with a bunch of other women who thought they were better mothers than her. And maybe they were. Maybe growing up with real parents and siblings did make people better parents. Department X definitely didn’t give her any advantages.

"You have a murderous bitchface when you’re thinking hard about something?" she suggested, slinging an arm over her face. Okay. Enough moping. Natasha sat up and started assembling herself into some kind of functional human being.

[hawkguyclint]

The words leap out of his mouth before he even notices. "She does!" Clint then realizes he said them and repeats them. "She does." He's confident about this and makes sure to put his hands on his hips to show it. "Also for the record, thank you. I will remember about my bitchface the next time I think hard about something." He ponders. "Like why there's no sequel to Xanadu."

Pulling her close to him, the blond sighs out his nose. "Y'don't gotta if y'don't wanna, lady." His chin finds the top of her head and his chin pushes down as he talks. "I don't wanna make y'uncomfortable or like," his lips twitch, "er deal with somethin' when y'ain't ready fer it."

Frisky Business then called over. Lucky bounded after her. "Plus we can get away from those idiots."

[when-it-rains-it-snows]

Confession: I am sitting here laughing so hard at my own fucking nonsense that I am gonna have to compose myself before writing a rambly artist note.

Will you even look at this.

Okay, so: This was a gag gift, you know it was a gag gift, obviously a very well-thought out one that took some planning, but the person who gave it was apparently unaware that while you can take the man out of Iowa, you cannot take the Iowa out of the man.  Even if you manage to surgically excise every trace of Midwest, you’d STILL have someone who used to wear a purple miniskirt to work.

Last statement here is that if you’re new enough to Hawkeye that you don’t recognise the GOSH I LOVE ARROWS thing, I am going to give you the pleasure of Googe-Image-Searching it yourself.  Enjoy!  You’ve picked the right Avenger to love, you really have.

[hawkguyclint]

We Three

[hawkguyclint]

His frown creased not only his mouth but parts of his forehead as he heard all the reasons why she shouldn’t go. Didn’t want to go. Clint watched her with Katya, bouncing her up and down and running her smooth fingers along the fabric of the little girl’s onesie. There was romance in that, seeing them together, but he wasn’t sure quite how to describe it.

"They know I’m married," he quickly corrected and showed off his wedding ring. "I told ‘em all about m’darlin’ wife an’ how she had to go back to work sooner than she would’ve liked." Stepping closer, he put his arms around both of his girls. "An’ how she’s enjoying finally getting to be on maternity leave." Clint pecked her forehead and then made a face for the baby.

"Who cares if they like you? It’s a place to go out, get some exercise and get to do some incredible people watching." His eyes looked over her expression of doubt. "S’what’cha say? Come to the Mom party with me?"

[steppingonyourmoment--archi-blog]

Natasha bristled slightly at the sight of his ring, remembering again how it had looked nestled atop the pile of ashes that used to be their wedding photos. Damn good thing they had digital copies or she would be really cross. Still, she leaned into her husband’s chest and let him kiss her, because dammit, she still loved him no matter how angry and hurt he sometimes made her feel.

"I’ll have to put on my murder lipstick to survive, but I’ll do it," she finally conceded, already mentally designating the shade of red she would use. "We need to socialize her sooner rather than later, anyway, or she’ll end up like her parents."

[hawkguyclint]

He recognized that look, that slight pull of her shoulders. Clint was the sort that rushed to judgment and he paid for it with looks like that. There was a part of him that was certain he'd never get her affections back truly but he stayed. He stayed for that piece of him that believed it was possible.

"Do I have a murder...something?" He asked honestly because he wasn't sure. His wife had murder lipstick, underwear, stockings, shoes. "Arrows, probably," he reminded himself in a low tone before laying down on the floor to stare at the ceiling. "I got the bag all ready an' the thin's at like, ninety minutes from now."

He got up like a shot. "I should pack Ellie. She keeps looking for her when we do some of the poses like we do at home." There he was, one of the deadliest men in the world, searching for a stuffed elephant.

[cordeliabarton]

y’all are gonna be sick of these messages soon.

with work ambitions being high, i’m going to be stepping back on rp’ing a lot. it’s nothing anyone has done, it’s just me trying to make a better space so that the rp’ing i do do is worth your efforts on replies.

i love you all so much. <3

Stephers

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