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[marvelman901]

Blue Eagle . 1st - 4th slide is from the Official Handbook of the Marvel Universe v3 31 (1993) by Keith Pollard and Josef Rubinstein. . #marvel #blueeagle #americaneagle #squadronsupreme #comics #90s #keithpollard #josefrubinstein #capnhawk #captainhawk #superhero https://www.instagram.com/p/CQW767vBP81/?utm_medium=tumblr

[bigleosis]

My mind: "You'll go down with this ship!"

Also my mind: "Which ship? You've got a fucking Armada in here!"

[weightofmyshield]

Have you ever had a wet dream about any of your teammates Steve?

     (★) ─  “Uh! Wh-What!?” His jaw clenched, shoulder righting as he adapted the safety of a soldier’s pose. “I-I would never! They’re teammates! They’re friends!” The truth was that it would be easy for him to imagine situations with… with any of his teammates.     Nat was… breathtaking, and she knew it; not only was her form gorgeous with all her curves, but she was smart. He did always have a thing for girls who could kick his ass. And Natasha could kick his ass from here to Sunday. She knew exactly how to use her body, her wit to get what she wanted. He’d seen her flirt, seen her use her body both to seduce and to obliterate an opponent. Nat had never made a pass at him, tried to set him up with dates sure, but try herself? Sometimes he thought what that would be like, what she would do to seduce him?      The serum had cured Steve of his partial deafness, but he still remembered sign language. When he found out Clint had a hearing problem, the two of them had almost instantly bonded. In some odd sense, Clint reminded Steve of himself before the serum; there was too much ‘dad’ in him though. And as odd as it sounded, Steve could see how it could happen, some sweet moment in private that lead to more…      Bruce cared deeply for all of them. He was a caregiver, a life saver. When he’d first met the timid doctor he never would have imagined he was possible of turning into, as Tony put it, a giant green rage monster. The Hulk was the only teammate, perhaps aside from Thor, who Steve had seen naked the most. He denied it, refused to acknowledge that he had, in fact, thought about the Hulk’s cock… a couple fleeting thoughts here and there. Thoughts he would NEVER admit in a million years to thinking.     That small dark voice in the very back of his mind often thought of what he’d do to Tony – mostly it was punching the billionaire in the face. Tony liked to run his mouth, open it and let words spew out like a faucet. That little dark voice could think of so many other uses – better uses – for the genius’ mouth.     Then there was Thor. While Steve had grown up Catholic, believed in one God… Thor was a god… and he didn’t always think of the term in the most ‘holy’ way. The blond Adonis was the only other Avenger who could take Steve in a fight. They spared, and sometimes when Thor’s thick body pressed flushed against his, the captain’s thoughts often drifted into dangerous territory. The idea that he could be the weak one again… It was ironic that he’d spent half his life being the scrawny kid people easily pushed over, and now that he wasn’t… the idea of being the weak one, of having someone who could dominate him was… thrilling, and not always in the proper way… if those thoughts could be considered proper, to begin with.     Having someone who had served, who had lost someone important to them as Bucky had been to Steve… He had a friendship with Sam that Steve valued, in a way, more than the others. In a sense, the ‘Falcon’ understood that part of Steve he tried to hide from the world. He felt a connection to Sam that was similar to his bond with Bucky – not the same, but… In the small recesses of his mind, he could imagine it, the two of them seeking comfort in one another, understanding each other’s loss and finding solace in the other’s embrace.       “No.” He shook his head, jaw set and eyes firm. Steve stood with his shoulders squared and chin up. “I wouldn’t–don’t think of them that way.”

[barque0220]

BORDERLANDS Pardody! Steve=Roland / Clint=Lilith I know why Clint is not Mordecai... because he is a Hawk! and cute.

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday, Lisa!

July 21 - “Is that… chocolate body paint?” Clint/Steve for "Lisa"

Written by @celiaequus

When he was a kid, Steve never would’ve dreamt of all the art supplies available today.  The different coloured pencils, pens, paints.  Charcoal pencils, watercolour pencils… anything he could imagine, and more.

But it also meant that browsing was a time-consuming process.  Instead, he’d had to settle on his latest project, recreating a scene from their last battle, and he was looking for particular types of forest colours.  Green and brown, mostly, and he could blend what he already had.

“Whatcha doing, Cap?” Clint asked, bouncing onto the sofa beside Steve.

“Looking up supplies,” he said absently, searching for chocolate paint.  He’d done the preliminary sketch; now he needed colour.  Clint looked over his shoulder, and Steve frowned as he paused at one of the results.  “Is that… chocolate body paint?  What the hell do you use that for?”

Clint laughed so hard that he fell off the couch, and just lay there on his back, chortling loudly and helplessly.  Suspicious, Steve looked up what body paint was for.  Was it like face paint for little kids or…?

Oh.  No, it was not for kids.

“Oh my God,” he said, covering his face.  That made Clint laugh even harder.  He was clutching his stomach now, and his face was bright red.  “It’s not funny, Clint!  Ugh, I’ll just have to go to the craft shop myself.”

Clint nodded as Steve stalked away, still howling.

Browsing wasn’t just time-consuming, but expensive.  Steve couldn’t decide, so he ‘settled’ on getting ten different tubes of paint, two more palettes, and a few extra brushes.  It wasn’t any chore to cart them back to the tower… but he paused beside a shop with a familiar name.

He’d never been to an adult store before, but remembering how Clint had just laughed at him, Steve felt like a bit of petty revenge.  And if the need for revenge wore off by the time he got back, he could keep the idea for later.

If Bucky could’ve seen the look on Steve’s face as he entered the shop and politely asked where the edible body paints were, he would’ve run a mile, and advised everyone else to do the same thing.

Steve was still weighing the pros and cons of pranking Clint when he got home.  He was surprised to find Clint waiting outside his room.

“Hi,” Steve said.

“Look, fair warning, Tony keeps tabs on our browser history, and he saw the stuff about the paint,” Clint said.  “In case he mentions it, which he will, I thought I’d let you know that… I didn’t tell anybody.  I know what you were searching for.  I… I wanna apologise for laughing.  It was unexpected, and you looked so innocent and confused when you asked what it was for, and… yeah, I was a jerk.”

“It’s okay,” Steve said, patting him on the shoulder.  “No hard feelings.”

Clint nodded, looking relieved, and wandered away.  Steve was sure he heard something like ‘Got hard thinking about it’.  Could’ve been his imagination playing tricks on him, though.  It wouldn’t be the first time he’d imagined Clint’s interest.

 Tony did try to start something by bringing up Steve’s interest in body paint.

“Why, do you want me to paint fairy wings on your face, Tony?” Steve asked, tilting his head like a puppy.  “In Iron Man colours?  I could do it.  I didn’t know you were into face-painting.”

“Maybe…” Clint began.  The others looked at him, except for Tony, who was gaping in indignation.  “Next time we’ve gotta make up for property damage… we could hold a carnival!  And Steve could do face-painting for the kids.”

“I’ll need to practise on someone first,” Steve said, looking Clint dead in the eyes.  Clint swallowed, and went back to his dinner, the tips of his ears turning red.

Maybe he wasn’t imagining it after all.

 After he’d brushed his teeth, done his stretches, and cleaned his bow, Clint settled into bed with the latest thriller he was trying to read.  It was hard to get excited when his own life was way more interesting than what the protagonist was going through.  And there weren’t nearly enough characters like Natasha or Pepper or even Darcy to make the whole thing bearable.

His phone buzzed, and he was so grateful for the distraction that he tossed the book aside, and it tumbled off the bed.

A message from Steve.  A picture.  Clint clicked on it, wondering whether it was Steve’s latest painting, since he’d been talking about it over dinner.

It wasn’t that kind of canvas.

Steve was laid out on his bed, a few pots of paint beside him, and he’d already painted a longbow down the length of his chest.  It was purple, and there was an arrow already nocked, aiming towards Steve’s heart, with ‘CUPID’ written along the bow.

It was… really hard to swallow, right now.

Another message came through, and Clint checked the text warily.

Feeling hungry?  It’s edible, you know.  And I’d hate to get paint on the sheets.

Clint vaulted out of bed and ran for the door.

[intermittently-ava]

[Phantasmagoria] Translations into Chinese!

The first two works of Phantasmagoria are being translated in Chinese by lovely @terachiyuu!

Ghosts is here & Illusions is here.

~

"Under the ice, I was awake."

When the words settle in his head, Clint feels dizzy with comprehension. And yeah, there it is, the ripping that slices into his ribcage, sharp and painful, as if trying to erase everything that had touched his chest before. He shudders violently.

"How are you sane," a whisper slips out unabated, voicing Clint's realization.

"I'm not really."

[intermittently-ava]

[CaptainHawk] Prof!Clint

So for some reason tumblr refuses to let my post about this fic be visible in the tags. Grr. I suspect it has something to do with the fic title. I am not a spambot, tumblr!

So here is the link to ao3.

Clint has a secret life that he keeps away from his secret agent-assassin life. He's doing research at an out of the way university, a place where he retreats to whenever he needs to recover or relax. It's his home.

So when a stray Grant appears at the horizon, Clint takes three accidental steps: he flirts, he catches a cold, and he lets his mouth run off. But hey, at least there's soup.

Or that fic where Clint fixed Tony’s research and then went back to his professor life to recover from the ouchies of his assassin life.

With Steeb & soup.

~

[supernaynay]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clint Barton/Steve Rogers Characters: Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, James "Bucky" Barnes Additional Tags: Fluff, First Kiss, Cuddling & Snuggling, Clint Needs a Hug, Steve is happy to provide it, Mentions of Phase Two and Three but not at all canon compliant Summary:

It was stupid, really, but Clint always felt a rush of accomplishment when he was able to make Steve smile or laugh.

It probably had something to do with the ridiculous crush he had on him.

Bookmarker's Notes:

Fluffy and adorable