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Name's Clint Barton. Codename Hawkeye. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. [ RP Blog for Clint Barton/Hawkeye. Interacts with any fandom, mainly DC and Marvel. Uses a mix of Marvel Comics and Marvel Cinematic Universe. Faceclaim: Jeremy Renner. ]

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"So, who wants to go down to the shooting range with me?"

[mycaristheonlygirlforme]

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Dean watched Clint, amused and slightly bleary-eyed, as he drank down coffee like it was water. "Hey. Rough night for you, too?" Dean went to raid the fridge for snacks. It was weird, having an office. Dean thought he'd never actually have a desk that wasn't a library's or motel room's. He popped open the fridge, gleefully stealing some yoghurt.

[notactuallyabird-blog]

"Be careful, some of those snacks are Nat's." He smiled some and drained the last of his latest mug before stretching some. "And yeah, long night. I don't have a job for a bit, but I think Phil mentioned that I was going out of the country for it. Ugh."

[mycaristheonlygirlforme]

Open || Another Day at the Office

Dean’s head was pounding. That was probably from last night’s tango with a ghoul, or maybe from when the other Hunter pistol whipped him before trying to get away. Ow. There were two things he could do, call in sick and get drunk, or be the bigger man and go to work.

Dean chose to suck it up, taking some asprin and a nice big cup of coffee before heading back down to HQ. Dean hated being the bigger man, but he also hated sitting on his ass and doing nothing while people got hurt. Joy. At least the drive was nice.

[notactuallyabird-blog]

Clint had maybe wanted to sleep in that morning. Maybe, just maybe, sleep in. Of course, Nat and Phil were having none of that noise; so here he was, perched beside the coffee maker as he tried to wake himself up.

He waved a little sleepily at Dean when the other came in, still too sleepy for actual communication. Only after his...what, third cup of coffee did he actually say anything.

"G'morning Dean."

[notactuallyabird-blog]

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“It’s an experience, I can say that much.” He laughed. “I’ve been thrown into the air by Thor too.”

[mycaristheonlygirlforme]

Dean tried to clear the image from his head, but the horrified expression remained on his face. “That’s why I don’t hang around you while you’re with your team.”

[notactuallyabird-blog]

“Aw, you’d have fun when we’re all together. It’s crazy, but fun.” He laughed again.

[mycaristheonlygirlforme]

“I ain’t gettin’ near your band of merry men, dude.” Dean said through a mouthful of candy. He swallowed. “And Sam would never forgive me for meeting Cap first.”

[notactuallyabird-blog]

"I guess so. Eh." He shrugged a bit. "Just FYI, Cap isn't all he's chalked up to be. He's not that...well. Big of a deal. Or so he says."

[yolojacket]

notactuallyabird started following you

Oh great. It’s Hawkass.

[notactuallyabird-blog]

Nice to see you too, Bugbutt.

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“It’s an experience, I can say that much.” He laughed. “I’ve been thrown into the air by Thor too.”

[mycaristheonlygirlforme]

Dean tried to clear the image from his head, but the horrified expression remained on his face. “That’s why I don’t hang around you while you’re with your team.”

[notactuallyabird-blog]

"Aw, you'd have fun when we're all together. It's crazy, but fun." He laughed again.

[mycaristheonlygirlforme]

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Dean went a little green as he bit into his candy. "That's even worse. If Stark flung me around, he'd be a dead man."

[notactuallyabird-blog]

"It's an experience, I can say that much." He laughed. "I've been thrown into the air by Thor too."

[notactuallyabird-blog]

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Clint snickered some and bent to grab them, yawning some. “Man, I haven’t been on a roadtrip in….well, fucking forever. I usually fly with SHIELD.” He shrugged a little bit. 

[mycaristheonlygirlforme]

Dean grabbed himself a snickers bar, ripping it open with his teeth. “You weren’t there, man. I was in fear of baby’s life. And flying sucks, anyways.”

[notactuallyabird-blog]

"Oh come on, flying isn't that bad." He huffed some and rolled his eyes. "Not as bad as getting slung around by Iron Man at 30 stories up anyways."

[mycaristheonlygirlforme]

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"You kiddin'? I always bring snacks. Ever since that one time I was stuck in a car with Banner when his blood sugar was low." Dean shuddered. "He nearly hulked out in my Baby. They're in the glove compartment."

[notactuallyabird-blog]

Clint snickered some and bent to grab them, yawning some. "Man, I haven't been on a roadtrip in....well, fucking forever. I usually fly with SHIELD." He shrugged a little bit. 

[mycaristheonlygirlforme]

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"Yup. 'Cept with more anger management issues. Luckily not as bad as Bruce's." Dean's hand flicked down to the radio, tuning it to the classic rock station. "And yeah, goin' to the Grand Canyon is gonna be awesome. Just sucks that I couldn't bring my brother."

[notactuallyabird-blog]

"Hm. I still need to meet your brother. I've heard good things about him." He smiled and glanced outside, frowning just a tad bit. He needed to stretch his legs, but they had a long trip ahead of them. "Did you bring snacks? Tell me you did, because I didn't."

[mycaristheonlygirlforme]

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"Silver Cliff, Colorado. Maybe we'll see the Grand Canyon while we're there. " Dean hummed. Of all the agents that came along, Clint wasn't nearly the worst. He was easy-going, just like Dean, and chatty enough that Dean wasn't the one talking all the time. They didn't agree in a few things, like Clint's habit with heights and Dean's inclination towards roadtrips, but they both got along pretty well. "Who knows, if the weather's nice I might even see it up close."

[notactuallyabird-blog]

"That'd be pretty nice." He smiled. He'd been to the Grand Canyon before on a personal trip. The heights there weren't nearly as dizzying as some of the others he'd seen, but they were nice nonetheless. "And we're after some kinda hunter like you used to be?"

He tilted a brow at the other and then to the radio, before inching forward to try and find something else to listen to.

[mycaristheonlygirlforme]

Open

Dean was on a mission. He used to call ‘em hunts, but government sponsorship and a big shiny paycheck changed that. One of his jobs was to convince other hunters to join a support network, funded by SHIELD. And as much as he respected Hunters, he was also pretty appalled at how backwards they could be. Dealing with some of these people was like pulling teeth. At least Bobby had been willing enough; there was only one of him and god knows how many hunters running around, getting themselves killed. So yeah. Dean was trying to pin down a hunter and give him the whole pitch. Dean noticed on the guy’s rap sheet (SHIELD could get anything) that he had a temper problem. Joy.

[notactuallyabird-blog]

Clint hadn't worked that often with the Winchester. Mainly because he had his own partners and he spent half his time with the Avengers anyways.

Not that he didn't mind the other; he'd worked with others with worse backgrounds than being a straight-up monster hunter. His own background wasn't that clean, so he had no right to judge.

But, then again, Clint didn't end up cooped up in a car going down the highway with some rock music playing on the way to find ANOTHER monster hunter to recruit.

"....so, do you know exactly where we're going?"

[rae-redacted]

[copperbadge]

Aw Clint. You’re so pretty.

[From A+X #8, 2013.]

[notactuallyabird-blog]

ooc

beddy bye time

see you guys tomorrow

[notactuallyabird-blog]

unyielding-taskmaster started following you

"Well, hey there. What brings you around here?"

[notactuallyabird-blog]

"Man, when did it get so late?"