Agent Barton

" When you do what Mockingbird and I do -- without powers -- you can't rely on super speed or flight as your weapons. Everything around you is there to help you hit the target. ...We are the weapons! "

[iamxtheweapon-archive-blog]

I will now permanently be at iamxtheweapon

If you want to follow. I'll be here for the next couple weeks organizing stuff, but all rp will happen over there

[iamxtheweapon-archive-blog]

eyy, i'm converting this to an archive blog, and just moving everything over to a clean start. 

I'm probably keep all my current threads (and by current I mean the ones i can find, this disorganization is killing me)

so, It'll be the same url, once this once is changed to archive, i'll be at the new blog. 

[avengersonna]

[whoistorule]

#he missed on purpose and you will never take that headcanon away from me #he’s strong as hell #stronger than anyone knows #and he can fight people controlling him #maybe he couldn’t take away the mind control but he could shift his arm just slightly to the side and miss #he’s THE GREATEST MARKSMAN IN THE WORLD AND MARIA AND FURY WERE NOT FAR FROM HIM #HE WOULDN’T HAVE MISSED IF HE DIDN’T WANT TO

[techsgtjenn]

Add to that that he hits Fury solid center mass where there’s body armor and not, you know, in his head.

Barton misses on purpose. Agreed.

[eiluned]

I’ve always thought this, and… tbh I get kinda emotional at the idea that Clint’s fighting Loki off in his head. [/fangirl moment]

[stormxpadme]

Fury actually states it in the deleted scene when he talks to the council.

[“A man whose talent seems to be…”]

"…killing. But he didn’t kill me. He didn’t take the head shot."

So, not really fanon but canon to me.

[homeboy-eobard-thawne]

[iamxtheweapon-archive-blog]

what she says: I'm fine

what she means: I need to know the synopsis for captain america: civil war because every day I go without knowing what'll happen, I slowly die inside and I don't think I'll last much longer. Help me.

[bootycap]

i can’t believe i did this

[my-name-is-not-agent]

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Clint let Phil move him without any resistance. The clothes felt nice on him, and he relaxed even further.

He nodded, speaking seeming like too hard at the moment. It was a nice feeling, and he closed his eyes as Phil dressed him.

"Okay.." He agreed, murmuring quietly. At the moment he couldn’t think of anything that might end up scaring him.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

"Such a good boy," Phil praised, finishing the last button and pulling Clint into a gentle, thorough, kiss.  "I’m so proud of you."

[iamxtheweapon-archive-blog]

Clint kissed him back, eyes closing briefly as he enjoyed it.

"M' so grateful for you." He murmured, feeling like he should return his own sentiment.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

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"You don't have to be." She murmured. She gave Phil a small smile. "Play the system. You're a smart boy."

Peggy really just wanted Phil to do what he thought was right, and what he wanted. "Have them offer a contract, and change it to fit what you want."

[my-name-is-not-agent]

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Clint touched them, turning them over and generally inspecting them. When he finished he looked up at Phil, about to ask if he should put them on before Phil’s question came.

"Good.." He murmured, glancing up at him. "Kinda floaty." He confessed. It was a nice feeling.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Phil nodded, setting the clothes on the bed behind him before taking the shirt and guiding Clint’s arms in to put it on.  ”That’s a nice feeling, isn’t it?” he asked gently, kissing the back of Clint’s collar as he was behind him.  ”I want you to tell me if you get even the tiniest bit frightened, okay?” he said whilst slowly dressing him.

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Clint let Phil move him without any resistance. The clothes felt nice on him, and he relaxed even further.

He nodded, speaking seeming like too hard at the moment. It was a nice feeling, and he closed his eyes as Phil dressed him.

"Okay.." He agreed, murmuring quietly. At the moment he couldn't think of anything that might end up scaring him.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

[iamxtheweapon-archive-blog]

He studied the clothes curiously. They weren’t his normal clothes, so he figured Phil had put quite some thought into doing this.

Clint reached out for them, wanting to just seem them- feel them.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

The slacks were soft, slightly looser than Clint usually wore, and the shirt was satiny to the touch, button down.  Phil held them out for Clint to touch and inspect, knowing by now that knowing what was coming helped Clint’s headspace.

"How do you feel?" Phil asked softly - not because he couldn’t tell, but because he wanted Clint to verbalise it.

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Clint touched them, turning them over and generally inspecting them. When he finished he looked up at Phil, about to ask if he should put them on before Phil's question came.

"Good.." He murmured, glancing up at him. "Kinda floaty." He confessed. It was a nice feeling.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

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Clint glanced up, swallowing. “It feels good.” He told him, feeling a mix between all there, and slightly dropped.

It resulted in him feeling really good, and really calm.

He also couldn’t deny the fact that he was close to sporting a semi- even if he wasn’t really interested in sex at the moment.

He blushed, and cleared his throat. “Clothes?” He asked softly, since he doubted they’d be going out with him just in rope.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

"I’m not going to let you freeze," Phil said with a small chuckle.  "You stay put."  He moved to another dresser and pulled out some clothing for Clint, something that would hide the ropes (they were for them, alone) but also enhance the sensation.

He might have a bit of experience with this, after all.

[iamxtheweapon-archive-blog]

He studied the clothes curiously. They weren't his normal clothes, so he figured Phil had put quite some thought into doing this.

Clint reached out for them, wanting to just seem them- feel them.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

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Clint let Phil work, his body relaxing as Phil wrapped the rope around him. It was calming to him, made him feel owned and wanted.

He kissed him back after a second, not pushing for anymore, just enjoying what Phil was giving him.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Phil drew away, murmuring a ‘good boy’ as he wrapped eachrope briefly around the juncture of his thighs and bringing it back to below the knot at his navel, pulling the rope lines apart and running them behind him, back and forth, opening the rope between the knots into diamonds, criss crossing the rope at his back, then through the back of the ‘necklace and down again in a latticework, tying it into a medallion knot above his heart, sealing it with a kiss.  ”How does that feel?”

[iamxtheweapon-archive-blog]

Clint glanced up, swallowing. "It feels good." He told him, feeling a mix between all there, and slightly dropped.

It resulted in him feeling really good, and really calm.

He also couldn't deny the fact that he was close to sporting a semi- even if he wasn't really interested in sex at the moment.

He blushed, and cleared his throat. "Clothes?" He asked softly, since he doubted they'd be going out with him just in rope.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

[iamxtheweapon-archive-blog]

Peggy sighed, nodding softly. “In doesn’t necessarily mean a full time agent. You can negotiate your own contract.” She told him, a wise smile on her face.

"Figure out what you want, and use this to get it. I know your a clever boy."

[my-name-is-not-agent]

That was the problem, wasn’t it?  He didn’t know what he wanted.

He wanted to not have to constantly watch his own back.  To not be afraid to make another friend he would outlive.  To not be a part of experiments without his consideration or permission.  Howard Stark to help him figure out what the hell happened that went wrong (right?) and has him looking half his age.

He doesn’t want to go back to being experimented on like he’s living in Ravensbruck.

He’s tired.

"I dont’ know," he said softly, "What Captain Rogers would do in this situation…."  Because that was how he’d lived his life, wasn’t it.

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Peggy gave a small smile, shaking her head.

"You're not Captain Rogers, Phil." She reminded him gently. "You're your own person, and every bit as lovely and dedicated, but you need to make your own decisions."

She reached out a hand to touch his cheek. "Steve was Steve. You're Phil. Make the choice that will satisfy you."

[my-name-is-not-agent]

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Clint pushed himself off the bed, doing just that. He lowered his head instinctually, submitting to what Phil was doing.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Clint placed a gentle kiss on Clint’s shoulder, taking the ends of the rope and finding the byte, tying his first knot and gently looping it over Clint’s head like a necklace.

A few more knots, one at his breastbone, beneath his ribcage, at his navel.  Phil pursed his lips in thought, redesigning the tie for longer term wear.  He leaned forward and kissed Clint as he did so.

[iamxtheweapon-archive-blog]

Clint let Phil work, his body relaxing as Phil wrapped the rope around him. It was calming to him, made him feel owned and wanted.

He kissed him back after a second, not pushing for anymore, just enjoying what Phil was giving him.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

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Clint smiled when he saw the purple, looking up at Phil with a small smile. He blushed a bit at the compliment, but didn’t verbally respond to it.

"Need me to stand up?" He asked quietly.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

"Yes," Phil said.  "Arms out, feet apart, please."

[iamxtheweapon-archive-blog]

Clint pushed himself off the bed, doing just that. He lowered his head instinctually, submitting to what Phil was doing.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

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Clint opened his mouth to argue that whatever happened at that hospital wasn’t supposed to have, but shut it before he could. It wasn’t really his place to speak right now.

Peggy just smiled gently at him. “To be fair, dear, I doubt they know a lot about you.” She tried diplomatically. “Though I’m sure Captain Rogers would be proud of everything you’ve done.” she tried to reassure him.

"Shield has changed a lot, from what I’ve heard, but I don’t think it’s bad."

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Phil smiled slightly, needing to hear that.  Then he shook his head.  ”They want me in, or dead.”  He glanced up.  ”I’m not sure I want in.”

[iamxtheweapon-archive-blog]

Peggy sighed, nodding softly. "In doesn't necessarily mean a full time agent. You can negotiate your own contract." She told him, a wise smile on her face.

"Figure out what you want, and use this to get it. I know your a clever boy."

[my-name-is-not-agent]

[iamxtheweapon-archive-blog]

Clint nodded and spent another minute waking up and stretching before getting off the bed.

Quietly he wandered to the bathroom, stripping off his clothes and placing them in the hamper before exiting again.

Clint looked over at Phil as he moved to the bed, sitting on the edge of it in wait.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Phil paused and came over, silk-soft hemp rope (purple) in his hands, and gave Clint a gentle kiss.  ”You’re so beautiful,” he told him.

[iamxtheweapon-archive-blog]

Clint smiled when he saw the purple, looking up at Phil with a small smile. He blushed a bit at the compliment, but didn't verbally respond to it.

"Need me to stand up?" He asked quietly.