I can't m i s s.

That guy with the bow and arrows. Clint Barton. Hawkeye. Avenger. Marksman extraordinaire.

[selfmademarksman]

tony-starkim:

Or is the question really: when’s the next time you can have target practice from your balcony, and when’s the next time you’ll find time and a space to read. 

... Isn’t that basically the same thing I just said?

[selfmademarksman]

The question of the day is whether or not I should have target practice from my balcony... or just read a book.

[jeremyrennersource]

[bertinelli]

[selfmademarksman]

people would look to the sky and see hope – i’ll take that from them first.

[tony-starkim]

“I can fix it.” 

[selfmademarksman]

“Fix it? You smashed it to pieces. Don’t act like you can fix everything, Stark.”

[arp-jollygreenbanner]

Oh, no. Not that. That’s– Trust me. You do not want that guy showing up at your future parties.

[selfmademarksman]

Yea, that definitely wouldn’t make the party very... smashing--Actually it would, because he’s not the most gentle guy ever.

[arp-jollygreenbanner]

I want anyone who saw a glimpse of “party Bruce” to know that it won’t become a thing. So don’t get used to the idea.

[selfmademarksman]

Really? I was kinda hoping that would become a thing.

[temperamentofablackwidow]

Half way in...

[temperamentofablackwidow]

“It doesn’t take a lot when you’re involved it seems Barton.”she said watching his eye roll towards the ceiling, watching his gaze shift lightly as the mood grew tenser. She watched him lightly, trying to analyze why it had gone so dark so quickly. 

“Hey…maybe we can -I don’t know, I’ll account for you to Fury, I’ll do what I have to, you kind of deserve a trip home Barton, to be with the family you’ve done so much to protect.” 

[selfmademarksman]

“I guess not.”

He could feel her piercing blue eyes tracing over him, and it was in a moment such as that that he wished he wouldn’t have to look to her... And yet he did, arms still crossed, but his own bright optics met hers, and a quaint smile crept across pale features. It didn’t matter what others said about her, she did, in fact, have a heart in that chest cavity of her’s.

“I... I can’t. Not yet.”  What?  “I just got here. Leaving already wouldn’t look good.”

[temperamentofablackwidow]

Half way in...

[temperamentofablackwidow]

“As long as we acknowledge that I am closer than you are on the scale of perfect to duck tape being improvised as a band-aid.” she said with a small laugh as her gaze reconnected with his, looking him up and down. “I do miss those kids of yours Barton.” she said as her tone depicted something more, in all honesty she’d missed him, the person who had brought her to this world. The person who kept her centered when everything turned chaotic. 

“Watching the stars…who knew Barton could go so sentimental, I’m glad you found someone who could make a drastic change of you.”

[selfmademarksman]

“Whatever makes you happy,” he answered, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling before back to the woman. She mentioned his children, and a small void of longing began to make itself known. How long would it be until he saw them again? Without a doubt it would surely be months, and just the thought of it brought pressure to his cranium.

“... I’m sure they miss you too.”

Involuntarily, he crossed his arms over his chest, shrugging as a frown pulled at his lips.

“I guess even the coldest of us have a soft spot for someone.”

[jeremyrennerdaily]

Jeremy Renner on the set of ‘Captain America: Civil War’ on 19 May 2015

[temperamentofablackwidow]

Half way in...

[temperamentofablackwidow]

“What are friends for after all Barton, I mean considering your hairs no longer long enough for me to hold back the morning after.” she said, teasing lacing through her voice as smirks started to rise at the corners of her lips, watching his hands before diverting her attention to scanning the rest of the room. 

“Please all those kids want to do when they see you is tackle you to the ground and keep you there forever…that and for you to fix their wifi, little bit of both if we’re being honest.” 

[selfmademarksman]

“We can’t all be perfect,” the man replied, chuckling softly as he glanced to the woman beside him. It felt like it had been quite some time since he had seen her, and it was during moments like these that he wished they spent more time together. Noticing her drifting gaze, blue eyes followed hers, directing their attention to the room before them.

“As true as that may be, family dinner is important too, as is family time... Even if it is spent on the floor in wrestling matches... or watching the stars.”

[temperamentofablackwidow]

Half way in...

[temperamentofablackwidow]

“Okay…I promise end of uncomforting jokes.” she said moving her shoulder to graze against his, wanting to get more sincere smile this time around. “With my word, hopefully it will, but hey if you want to be a boring responsible grown up, just give me the word and we’ll get you there safe.”  

She couldn’t help but grin at the chuckle at the reassuring chuckle. 

“Definitely, then you can get started on the dining room, who eats at a table anymore, geez old guy.” 

[selfmademarksman]

And she got just what she wanted.

His lips pulled into a true smile this time as their shoulders brushed against one another, and the man nodded, looking down to his hands, which were interlaced.

“At that point I don’t think I’d have enough sense to know which was which, so you’ll have to help me out there.” He scoffed teasingly at her next comment. “Alright, I know, but it’d be a good way to get the family to sit together whenever I’m around. At least it’d be slightly normal.”

[temperamentofablackwidow]

Half way in...

[temperamentofablackwidow]

“ Don’t you remember Barton, I’m the monster.”  she said jokingly before looking towards him. “Tell your wife I promise to have you sleeping on that crappy porch by sunrise, safe and…hopefully a bit more sober.” 

[selfmademarksman]

“Don’t even joke about that, Natasha. You’re not a monster,” he reminded her quietly, forcing his smile to return in order to accompany his next sentence. “I’m sure that’ll have her sleeping well, sure.”

The man chuckled, shaking his head.

“Speaking of ‘crappy porch,’ that thing does need a new coat of paint, doesn’t it?”

[temperamentofablackwidow]

Half way in...

[temperamentofablackwidow]

“Could never, I mean after all you’ve done for me Barton I’d probably have to mount you on my back and scream warrior calls, making sure you get out before women and  children.”

[selfmademarksman]

“Before the women and children? See that’s when you know someone is serious, when they say something like that. Alright, I’ll keep my ears open for those warrior calls, and as soon as I hear them it’ll be a sign that I’m pushing my limit.”

[tony-starkim]

PSA [PM]

[tony-starkim]

Would it make her feel better if you got one too? Bucky and I are cracking a formula for mass production and astronomical sales. He’s not really any help, but he’s a good wall. 

Kids love that stuff, don’t they? “Let’s go eat Daddy!” 

[selfmademarksman]

[PM]

I doubt it? Really, no worries, Stark, I was just joking around. Oh yea? I figured he would have some ideas in that skull of his. Oh, you know, kids are willing to do just about anything that has to do with unhealthy food and superheros.

[temperamentofablackwidow]

Half way in...

[temperamentofablackwidow]

“Barton…let’s face it, you’re going to be the one that stumbles out of a room on fire saying it isn’t bad as it looks…” 

[selfmademarksman]

“That’s why I said pretend. Just promise you won’t let me leave on fire. I’m not sure my wife would appreciate having her husband turned to fried hawk, minus an eye.”

[temperamentofablackwidow]

Half way in...

“and the lot of you are already starting to waver…I mean besides the guy that can’t get drunk and the other that drinks swimming pools worth of mead.”

[selfmademarksman]

“And let’s just pretend I fall somewhere in the middle.”