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𝘐'𝘔   𝘈𝘕   𝘈𝘝𝘌𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘙.

[markmans]

i want to hear music the way i used to, i guess. before my hearing was damaged. i want to be twenty again ... i want a shot. one perfect shot. one good arrow.

[ MARKMANS. ] a highly private, low activity rp blog for clint barton / hawkeye from marvel comics. 616 based with mixed media influences. written by liam, 29, he / him. affiliated with @starkindustrys / @mocksbird.

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[mocksbird]

the building is half-dark, humming with broken christmas lights and the echo of boots in stairwells, and bobbi finds him leaning against a shattered window like he owns the skyline. she exhales a laugh she shouldn’t have (low, warm, too relieved) and lets her shoulder brush his as she steps beside him. ❝ you know, ❞ she murmurs, eyes catching the distant glow of holiday lights below them, ❝ most people spend christmas eve drinking cocoa, not crawling through ventilation shafts with their ex-husband. ❞ her smirk softens into something almost tender. ❝ but then again… most people aren’t you, clint. ❞ her hand hovers near his, close enough to feel the heat of his pulse. ❝ try not to get shot again, okay? i’m running out of excuses for why i keep coming back for you. ❞ @markmans

[markmans]

leaning against the window sill, eagle eyes scan the skyline. new york is beautiful from here. well, it would be, if they weren't stuck fifty stories up. locked inside a skyscraper with thirty something hostages. and god knows how many mercenaries blocking their escape route. clint laughs at the absurdity of it all. his smile strained, weary. breath misty in the twilight air. ❝ and yet, you wouldn't have it any other way. ❞ he glances at bobbi for the smallest, briefest second. scoffs. turns back to neon-tinged skylines. ❝ fortunately for you, i ain't planning on getting shot tonight. no way in hell am i spending my christmas in the operation room. ❞ clint sighs, hanging his head. disappointed. he slowly steps back from the open window. ❝ i was kinda hopin' our very own sergeant powell would drop by any minute now, though. it'd save us a 'helluva lot of trouble. ❞ arms cross over hawkeye's purple suit. ❝ guess we don't have mcclane's luck. ❞

[chastainromanova]

Clint Barton in Hawkeye (2012)

[spockvarietyhour]

Twister (1996) directed by Jan de Bont

[mocksbird]

bobbi notices the man behind them before she notices the quiet between her and clint. she always does, threats register faster than feelings, and it’s easier that way. the street is busy enough to hide intent, but not busy enough to forgive it. someone is watching. someone is waiting. she doesn’t slow down. slowing down would mean thinking. instead, she reaches out and links her arm through clint’s. it’s instinctive. careless. irritating in how right it feels. her body remembers the shape of him long before her mind can argue otherwise, elbow settling in, stride syncing without effort. there was a time when this had been their default, movement as partnership, proximity as safety. she tells herself that memory doesn’t get to mean anything now.

❝ temporary, ❞ she says, because if she doesn’t say it first, he will. they keep walking. that’s the point. walking keeps the world normal, keeps the lie intact. she feels him adjust their pace without being told, feels the shift ripple through them like muscle memory waking up. she hates how easy it is. hates how much harder it would be with anyone else. she tilts her head just enough to catch their reflection in a shop window, still there, still interested. ❝ don’t look, ❞ she murmurs lightly, like she’s commenting on the weather. ❝ but we’ve got company. ❞

she tightens her arm a fraction, not for show, not really, and guides them toward a narrower street, one with warmer lights and less space to linger. it’s subtle, the way she leans in, shoulder brushing his, the way she lets the moment read as familiarity instead of surveillance. anyone watching would see a couple comfortable enough not to perform. that’s always been the danger of them. they don’t have to fake it. they stop at a gelato stand, bright and ridiculous against the night. bobbi keeps her arm linked as she turns them both, angling their bodies just right so the watcher has to choose between waiting or losing interest. ❝ two cones, ❞ she tells the vendor easily. ❝ surprise him. ❞ she feels clint glance at her but doesn’t look back. she doesn’t need to. she already knows the expression, that half-amused, half-something-else look that used to undo her on worse days. the man across the street hesitates. then moves on. threat neutralized.

bobbi pays, takes her cone, and only then does she let go. the absence is immediate. loud. she pretends not to notice. they start walking again, slower now, the urgency gone but the closeness still echoing between them. she focuses on the cold sweetness of the gelato, on the sound of their footsteps, on anything but the fact that for a few minutes there, things had felt uncomplicated. ❝ don’t get ideas, ❞ she says, because silence would let the feeling settle. ❝ i’d do that with anyone if it got the job done. ❞ she bumps her shoulder into his, just enough to keep it light, just enough to keep control of the moment. ❝ besides, ❞ she adds, eyes forward, voice steady, ❝ it worked. ❞ @markmans

[markmans]

it's easy to forget how good bobbi is at this. clint's too busy watching, waiting for his next cue, admiring the speed she adapts on the fly, it's a miracle quiet orders aren't unheard. a god damn miracle he reacts on instinct. her performance is so convincing clint buys into the lie, sending the man trailing them right to the back of his mind. unimportant, forgotten, a generic face in the crowd. for now, he'll play along — pretend they're a perfectly mundane, perfectly ordinary couple until agent nineteen says otherwise. reminds him they're two costumed heroes on the run.

it's slightly disappointing when she finally does.

❝ since when am i the one getting ideas? ❞ clint teases, fully aware he's probably gotten himself a scowl worth every penny. he lazily tosses the empty cone into the trashbin behind them. doesn't need to look to recognize a perfect shot. it always is. a smirk curves beneath his sunglasses. ❝ last i checked, this little performance was your suggestion. could've just pretended we were friends. maybe office colleagues if you were feelin' inspired. ❞

turning a street corner, bobbi stares straight ahead. clint's gaze lingers. noticing building stress underneath her cool exterior. whoever the bozo was, he can tell he was dangerous. enough to leave mockingbird on edge. it's stupid, reckless to do this when she's argued against it, but clint takes her hand anyway. ❝ we might as well keep up the act! and for the record, ❞ he murmurs, leaning in close. a warm glint in his eyes, ❝ you were obviously enjoying yourself. sorry, but this ice queen shtick ain't foolin' me, birdie. i know you too damn well. ❞

[markmans]

rewatched die hard in the spirit of the christmas season and ignoring that he kills a fuck ton of people john mcclane is very clint barton coded actually

[markmans]

hello there

WE ARE BACJK

[stream]

Die Hard (1988) dir. John McTiernan

[markmans]

marvel setting up a clintbobbi reconciliation and then abandoning this plotline completely iin the three years since is my villain origin story btw

[markmans]

it turns out they did, apparently, get coffee

[markmans]

marvel setting up a clintbobbi reconciliation and then abandoning this plotline completely iin the three years since is my villain origin story btw

[somewherefornow]

KATE BISHOP & CLINT BARTON + CALLING each other “HAWKEYE” in HAWKEYE (2012)

[markmans]

mr. hawkeye can you help me find the one piece

clint vc: what the fuck is a one piece

[markmans]

hey buddy …. This is Divorce number 17, and you still haven’t payed for my services the last 16 times. When is that check clearin?

[markmans]

old guy have ur knees given in yet ??

[markmans]

clint leading the west coast avengers makes me laugh because he's genuinely competent in the role but at the same time spends most of this period arguing with his wife over the most pointless shit imaginable

[markmans]

at this point my main goal of this blog is reminding everyone who clint barton used to be before bendis and later post-fraction writers set his character back decades

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS *  assorted dialogue for giving your characters a history and giving them past things or events to talk about, adjust as necessary

do you remember what i told you last time?

have you been doing well since i saw you?

that's not what you told me back then.

when was the last time i saw you?

you were shorter then.

i'm picking the restaurant this time.

we've known each other since we were children.

always knew i could count on you.

that time was different. this is worse.

you're not going to let me live that down, are you?

i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.

so you changed your mind about it?

do you remember our encounter in paris?

you should know me by now.

am i the only one that knows the truth?

we had a lot of help back then.

your mom told me to look out for you.

you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.

maybe don't mention my past indescretions?

this was never going to work out between us.

i told you not to get attached.

i know more about you than you think.

i was there, remember?

i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.

you told me you were going to try and make this work.

remember what i said to you?

the last time i saw you, things were good between us.

you never mentioned this before.

that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.

can i still trust you after all that?

at least we tried to make something work.

we never discussed what happened between us.

okay, but i'm driving the car this time.

i haven't forgotten what you said last week.

i'm still thinking about your comment.

i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.

you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.

there's not much for us to talk about.

we worked it out last time.

i know you far better than you know yourself.

we have a long history.

is that the shirt you were wearing last time?

what don't i know about you?

i haven't told them about us.

you were the only person i could go to.

you know me.

this is bigger than both of us.

i can't stand your driving.

are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?

that's not at all what you said.

didn't we agree on that?

i thought i made it very clear where i stand.

are these the same people that came after you last time?

are you still going on about it?

can we talk about it?

staying silent about it won't help.

you're the only person who knows the real me.

this is a bad time to talk about your problems.