Agent Barton for S.H.I.E.L.D. AKA. Hawkeye

Okay... This looks bad. // Clint Barton AKA. Hawkeye // RP for BNYC

[snooziep]

[xthe-other-hawkguy]

Setting Fires

“Alright, completely empty, vacant space.” Barney spread his arms to indicate the space around them. They were near the edge of the dome, where, apparently, something (dinosaurs, unbeknownst to Barney) had destroyed several city blocks that had then been taken over by vines and made fairly inhospitable on the whole. “Perfectly safe. As boring as that is.” 

On one hand Barney got the whole ‘not accidentally shooting someone’ thing, but he still thought having a shooting competition on top of the Tower with targets set up on various other rooftops was a good idea. Clint had disagreed and so, now, here they were, bows in hand. Or, well, on back in Barney’s case, the god pausing to dip his head and light the cigarette he brought to his lips with a flame from his fingertips.

Blowing out a stream of smoke he gestured out towards several targets, each of their outermost rings on fire so they were visible in the dark, Barney keeping the flames contained, for the moment. “I set up targets already. Started at a two-hundred yards, just in case you need to warm up,” the ginger glanced at his baby brother, a smirk on his lips, “and then another at four-hundred, and the last at six.” Six-hundred yards was beyond the reach of most ordinary bows and archers, but then, the Barton boys were not ordinary archers, and neither were their bows.

“You’re up first, baby brother.” Fires danced in Barney’s eyes as his smirk grew and he took a step back, one arm crossed over his chest and the other holding his cigarette to his lips, so Clint had room to work. 

@hereshawkguy​

[hereshawkguy]

Clint looked over the area in approval, but he couldn’t help but scowl at Barney when he complained about it being safe. “Hey, this is my city. Avengers protect it. And stop making me sound like the boring one just because you get to light everything on fire with the power of your mind.” It was a pretty cool power and it was a lot cooler than moving air but he was physically incapable of saying that to his own brother. Watching Barney light a cigarette with his fingertips was not in any way at all making him look like some super cool action movie star.

Nope. 

Barney gave him a lay of the targets and Clint grinned. It had been too long since he’d had this kind of friendly practice with anyone, much less Barney. He missed when they’d been in the circus and filled out their multiple choice homework by shooting the paper. He’d also tried to do his essays that way and it hadn’t worked very well.

Clint had been stretching while Barney got ready and now that it was time, he gave a final roll of his shoulders before picking up his bow and nocked an arrow. He hit dead center on the two-hundred with ease and moved through to sight on the four. A moment later, he struck center on that as well before moving to the six. Without their years of archery and modified bows, the six would be a joke. Having both, he sighted on it for a moment before making all of the little corrections he would need for that distance and finally let the last arrow fly. It disappeared in the darkness of the dome. After what felt like several heartbeats, a shadow appeared on the target at the six. 

Clint gave a whoop of triumph and accidentally blasted Barney with a gust of wind, fanning the flames already emanating from his brother. He laughed a bit before apologizing, though he was still grinning. “Sorry. Been too long since I’ve had a challenge like that, especially while stuck in here. Your go,” he nodded to him, moving back so his brother had room to show off.

[dianaofthemyscira]

It’s Barton. He took out our systems. He’s headed for the detention level. Does anybody copy? - “This is Agent Romanoff. I copy.”

[xcapt-americas-ass]

Mending Fences

hereshawkguy​:

Clint nodded in agreement with Steve’s brief assessment. They knew how Tony could get. They wanted to help, but they weren’t the ones to do it. “Yeah, I know that feeling,” he told him, patting his shoulder.

Clint joined in Steve’s laughter. It felt good to laugh at something so mundane as mug shots. “That’s right. Give them the Blue Steel and you’ll be all set once you get out,” he reasoned. Just in case Steve hadn’t been able to watch that movie yet, he gestured to his face to demonstrate. “Yours will be better, I’m sure. I’ve been told my constant bandages ruin it.”

Clint nodded to Steve before he went into the mansion for the supplies. He took a few minutes to make sure he found everything the other needed before he came back outside and handed them over. Despite Steve’s reassurances, he’d shoved some protein packs in the bags as well, just to be sure. “Alright, here you go. I’m completely exhausted and I’m going to go lay down before I fall down. You need anything from here, you let me know. I mean that,” he told him sternly. “I don’t care what’s happening, we are still teammates and we take care of each other,” he told him. “You die because you didn’t ask for him and I swear I will resurrect you again so I can kill you myself and judging by how things are going, I give myself a 50/50 chance of being able to pull that off,” he smacked Steve’s shoulder, but made sure to be more gentle than normal. “Take care.”

When Clint came back with supplies there was a warm smile on Steve’s face as he thanked the man. As much as he didn’t like to ask for help he was grateful when it was given. The threat to his person earned a small chuckle, but the little blond nodded. “I’ll ask, I promise. Wouldn’t wanna make you go through the trouble of finding a new tenant and all that.” He was joking, for the most part, despite the fact that he was still keeping an apartment in Clint’s building even as a fugitive. Optimism, on his part, that he’d be able to come home someday. 

Hitching the bag higher on his shoulder he gave the taller man a pithy salute. “See you around, Clint, and thanks again.” One last nod and he was off, headed back to the Bronx. 

fin

[jeremyleerennerdotcom]

“being unflappable, being sort of this stone in the garden amongst flowers and daisies and trees, like wow, it may not be the sexiest thing but you know it’s still there and i’m kind of settling into that role in my life right now.” 

 - jeremy renner at sundance 2017

[hereshawkguy]

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Ava’s curiousity was a little piqued but she wasn’t about to put much vested interest in meeting another new person. She was trying to take this slowly, venturing beyond her borders, but it seemed these “powered” people were all connected somehow. “Depends on what you consider powers. Scott. And Steve. And… someone called Vision? Plus his girlfriend.” Okay, that was more people than she realized she knew. “Though I wouldn’t say I know the last two, exactly. I met them in passing, I don’t know know them. Like friends, or anything.” Ava realized she was rambling and buttoned up. She hated talking about herself.

Clint didn’t think of Ava as necessary a nervous person, but she was clearly not very big on a lot of social interactions. As it was, he took her quirks gave her nothing beyond an amused smile. She was trying and he wasn’t going to fault her for that.

“Scott Lang? His ‘power’ is mostly his suit, like Tony. I’m not poking fun at him. I normally don’t have powers or a suit,” Clint clarified. If he was going to make fun of Scott and Tony, it would be to their faces. “I know Vision and Wanda,” he said helpfully. “Good people. I’m sure you’d like them if you had time to spend with them,” he offered, wanting her to be welcomed, but not forced.

Feeling that Ava would prefer another subject, he turned back to the task at hand. “Alright. Super jump attempt one. Tell me how it goes,” he told her.

[bobbimorses]

[jeremyleerennerdotcom]

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[hereshawkguy]

continued from here with @strongestavengerbruce

Bruce smiled, grateful to hear Clint’s assurance. It still felt selfish to him, but maybe he didn’t need to be carrying guilt because of that. “That’s all any of us can hope to do.” He said, understanding his friend more than he could possibly know. “But yeah, that… remains to be seen.” It was no secret he was hoping to be of some help, but he didn’t know anything about the dome surrounding the city aside from the fact that it was powered by very strong and very unpredictable magic. He really was starting from the bottom. There was a chance Tony had his own data, but given the apparent state of him he couldn’t be sure.

The mention of cat videos felt far too normal for the environment, but he was glad some things had managed to stay the same, all things considered. “I forgot I, Robot was a thing.” He admitted. How long ago had it been since he had actually watched it? Or had he ever actually watched it? His memory was relatively unreliable these days.

Relieved to hear Clint didn’t buy the red strings being tied to fate, he nodded, staring at the string attached to his hand and wondering what it could possibly mean. Surely it had to mean something. Unless the dome was trying to trick them into going crazy searching for a meaning that didn’t exist. Now there was a thought he didn’t want to dwell on. “Noted.” He made a mental note to be careful when, and where he decided to sleep. It wasn’t safe if he could put himself in a potentially triggering situation, and definitely not safe considering he didn’t know who was at the other end of his tie. It could be somebody dangerous. As if he could hear his thoughts, Clint agreed. Everything here is dangerous now. He swallowed his nerves, nodding in response. It would be okay, it had to be okay. “Thank you, Clint. It’s been- it’s been really good to see you.”

Clint was glad to get a smile from Bruce. He knew what the scientist meant about it feeling selfish to want people trapped under the dome with them, but he’d be lying to say he wasn’t relieved when he found Natasha and several others members of the team. Friendly faces that they knew wouldn’t back away from seemingly insurmountable odds was currently his rock in this ever-shifting environment.

Clint laughed about the movie. “Will Smith. I enjoy it, but I’m also not trying to pioneer new tech to the masses, so I can take the sci-fi eye candy and enjoy it without too much real world worries,” he shrugged. Even if he’d absolutely hated the movie with every fiber of his being, he’d still use it to annoy Tony.

As they got to the door of the workshop, Clint stopped. As a rule, he didn’t go in there because he realized he might gain superpowers, but he might also turn into a pile of dust. “It’s been good to see you too, Bruce,” he smiled. He knew his words hadn’t comforted Bruce, but he didn’t want him to be lulled into a false sense of security and make everything worse for him later. “I’m sure the others will be happy to see you too.” As he spoke, there was a loud noise and a shout that could only be from Tony. He heard the man’s voice and though it was muffled, he didn’t sound injured. “Speaking of,” he laughed. “If you need anything, I’ll be on the roof,” he told him before giving his shoulder a pat and heading back down the hallway.

[dailymarvelkings]

When I was growing up, I wasn’t taught how to feel or communicate feelings.

[hereshawkguy]

Mending Fences

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Steve couldn’t help that his lips twitched down in a slight frown when Clint mentioned Tony being holed up in his lab, a blink-and-miss-it flash of worry for a man he’d once considered a friend, and would like to again, but… Well, that was an entirely different issue. “Ah, well,” the not-so-super-soldier trailed off unsure of how to finish the sentence, so instead he deflected.

The free Barton life lesson had Steve arching a brow and then he was laughing, face lighting up with a grin, clearly amused. “Well, if Ross ever catches up to me I’m glad I’ve got a contingency plan in my back pocket, thank you, Clint.” It was a bit sassy, Steve glad that they could so easily fall back into their friendship despite whatever craziness seemed to happen between them.

Steve’s lips parted to insist they wouldn’t need the first aid kits, that between Steve’s enhancements and Scott’s gathered supplies they’d be okay, but then Steve remembered that he wasn’t enhanced anymore, was in fact rather frail and he closed his mouth and just nodded his agreement. The mention of too-small clothes earned Clint another laugh and a sidelong look, Steve shaking his head a bit. “That would be much appreciated.” He took a moment to think of what else they could possibly need and then shook his head. “I can’t think of anything else.”

Clint nodded in agreement with Steve’s brief assessment. They knew how Tony could get. They wanted to help, but they weren’t the ones to do it. “Yeah, I know that feeling,” he told him, patting his shoulder.

Clint joined in Steve’s laughter. It felt good to laugh at something so mundane as mug shots. “That’s right. Give them the Blue Steel and you’ll be all set once you get out,” he reasoned. Just in case Steve hadn’t been able to watch that movie yet, he gestured to his face to demonstrate. “Yours will be better, I’m sure. I’ve been told my constant bandages ruin it.”

Clint nodded to Steve before he went into the mansion for the supplies. He took a few minutes to make sure he found everything the other needed before he came back outside and handed them over. Despite Steve’s reassurances, he’d shoved some protein packs in the bags as well, just to be sure. “Alright, here you go. I’m completely exhausted and I’m going to go lay down before I fall down. You need anything from here, you let me know. I mean that,” he told him sternly. “I don’t care what’s happening, we are still teammates and we take care of each other,” he told him. “You die because you didn’t ask for him and I swear I will resurrect you again so I can kill you myself and judging by how things are going, I give myself a 50/50 chance of being able to pull that off,” he smacked Steve’s shoulder, but made sure to be more gentle than normal. “Take care.”

[clintfbarton-deactivated2025012]

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[hereshawkguy]

Et Tu, Brute?

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The doppleganger almost had the bow in its grasp when the heavy tree branch pierced it right through the shoulder, knocking it off balance. Its grip instantly relented as the limb twisted the creature and seemingly pinned it to the ground. An exhausted groan escaped it as it tried to come to terms with the pain until it started to slowly coalesce around it, the wound growing bigger and bigger until the doppleganger had freed itself. Like a living puddle, it slowly sludged across the ground, away from its target, as it tried to ignore the pain and think up some other form to turn into. This meal was proving to be more difficult than it realized!

 Hawkeye could feel the bones in his hand start to fracture as the creature’s grip increased. He gave a gasp of relief when he was freed. He shoved the bow on his back and held his injured hand to his chest before another limb swung down and carried him into the safety of the canopy. He watched the creature ooze away from the tree and he laid on the branches, panting as he watched it escape. He wanted to gave chase, but this wasn’t his first fight of the night and he needed to be ready in case it wasn’t his last.

[hereshawkguy]

Gods of New York || Clint Barton - God of Tornadoes

Calling

“… even nature needs to scream sometimes.” - E.D.    

Clint has been called a wreck to his face and behind his back. Now, he embodies the chaotic forces of unrestrained winds and deadly tornadoes. The only way for him to contain the raw energy is to contain the power within himself. He feels its hunger within him, feeding on his own desire to be freed of constraints and duties. Now he must harness the power of the whirling vortex within for the benefit of all, less he lose himself in the storm.  

Aura of Tornadoes

People around him tend to want to ‘throw caution to the wind’ and are inspired to do ill-thought out or dangerous ideas.

A constant breeze follows him, ranging from gentle and intermittent to F-5 based on his emotional state and desire to control it.

Haphazard flight. He can surf on unstable winds, but he does not have complete control over the finer points of his movements.

Firestorms: Can potentially create firestorms while he’s within the vicinity of his brother’s (Barney, the God of Wildfires) aura.

Appearance 

Clint looks mostly the same, except he looks more wind-swept than usual. His eyes will turn stormy gray when his power is being unleashed, either through his control or lack of it.

[zhouxuns]

“if only we had more time…” for obishenshenobi

[hereshawkguy]

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She nearly lost it completely, folding herself into his hold and hoping that he would hold onto her tightly and not let her go. Even as she reminded herself that he wasn’t a fan of tears. Therefore, she would need to be prepared, if he backed away. Holding onto him tightly, she focused on her breathing. Slowly and deeply.

“Serum….” Natasha intoned softly. “And more…..” She trailed off. Not wanting to talk about the Red Room and what they had done to her. Things that she hadn’t entirely remembered until the serum was de-powered in her system. The confusion and doubt that it was bringing to her was causing nothing but problems. Trying to figure out what was truth and which was the lie. The things that they implanted within her mind that she had believed to be the truth of her life. Things that she had thought she had sorted out a long time ago. Believing that that part of her life was over and done with.

Clint expected Natasha to pull away from him, so when she seemed to try to curl her whole body into his arms, he was surprised. He wrapped her up as best he could and held her gently, not wanting to hurt her with a random bout of strength. “I’ve got you,” he whispered gently. He wasn’t sure why he said it, but he hoped it helped. 

When Natasha confirmed the serum was causing her issues, he nodded. He remembered finding Steve as a small child and how much of an issue those changes were for him. He couldn’t imagine the change was any better for her, especially not when she was used to her life depending on being physically and mentally able to get herself out of any situation at any time. “We can talk about it or not,” he told her, “It is up to you.” They grew up very differently, but they did have some similarities that they could understand that others couldn’t. 

Instead of standing there and worrying that Natasha would fall, Clint leaned down and scooped his arm behind her knees so he could carry her to bed. He laid her down on top of the covers and laid beside her while he kicked his shoes off. “This alright?” he wondered.

[tatalla]

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