Can I request CG!Clint Barton? Clint is trying to hunt down some sort of spy/assassin whos skill and tactics are very like a WinterSoldier but the missions and victims arent quite fitting the bill for HYDRA.
When he tracks them down he expects someone big and tough, and he can tell they probably are incredibly impressive when at their best, however luckily for him he wont be getting in a physical fight because he has found them regressed.
But of course now he has to take care of them. Ex-HYDRA!Reader. Oh, and gender neutral pronouns for reader if possible? Feel free to take your time! Thank you!
Uncertain circumstances
Author: Okay so I have absolutely been in a severe writing block and I haven’t been super active on tumblr due to it. To whoever gave this prompt I truly hope this lives up to your expectations! It helped me to get some creative ideas running through, and I do think I want to do a part 2, but for now this was all I could muster up. I’m hoping now that i have finished my main assignments for my classes I can focus on writing more! Thank you all so much for y’all’s patience.
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Word count : ~1.8k
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A spy for hydra has been running Clint in circles for nearly three months. Tricky and challenging in ways he’s never seen before, he finds it odd that he catches them in an alley. Grateful though he brings them back to his base, but discovers other things he wasn’t expecting along the way.
(Cg!Clint Barton/ Cg!Hawkeye is assigned to find you and bring you in to S.H.E.I.L.D but when he finds you, you’re scared and regressed in a alley way. He has to decide how he wants to play this centric out as he brings you back to his base for shelter and safety.)
⚠️Warnings!!⚠️: Mentions of torture, swearing, bad situations, involuntary regression, brainwashing, and possibly other dark themes. Not too dark though !
CG!CLINT BARTON/CG!HAWKEYE X GN!LITTLE
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Clint kneels at the edge of the building, scanning the surrounding area before taking the arrow off his bow, and laying it down. His search for the spy has fallen short once more. It's not that he wasn't good at finding them, or recognizing their tactics, but this one had really stumped him.
One second the spy is out and about, doing their missions that hes able to follow, but then the next they go silent, almost like they vanish off into the distance, none of the times have been for a consistent timing either. Which isn't helpful.
Clint works on climbing off the building, reviewing in his head all the knowledge he has on the person he's been chasing for nearly 3 months.
Climing into his vehicle, he takes back off to his hideout, trying to understand your pattern. It was odd, you would go out, do missions for weeks on end, abruptly stop, dissapear, and then come back 3 days later, a week later, sometimes only disapearing for a few hours. For spies this was odd, most wouldnt stop a mission mid-mission.
Clint heads into his shelter, sitting at the table and setting his gear back up. He prepares like he's going to deal with mothra as he loads back up before getting ready for a few hours of sleep so he can go back once night hits.
He positions himself on the couch directly where the moon should rise in the night. Clear skies means that the moon becomes his sun.
Clint's eyes squint as he awakes from the moonlight shining through the window. He sits up, rubbing his face, the exhaustion of only a few hours of sleep each day slowly catching up to him.
"Man, I'm getting too old for this."
Once Clint gets all his gear back together, he heads back out to his vehicle, heading back to the location he last found you at.
When he gets back to the inner city, he parks his car and begins his wander around the city. His bow and arrow is securely strapped to his back, a split second away from being drawn. Clint keeps a close eye as he walks around, seeing the intoxicated fights grow and fade as the night goes on.
Clint starts to walk by a alley way, until he hears a commotion out of the ordinary. It doesn't sound like two people squaring up, it sounds like a kid stumbiling to shuffle through. Mumbles and squeaks come from the alley as if it was talking, or trying to.
"Hey, kid, it's not safe for you to be out here. Do you have-"
Clint walks halfway throuh the alley before he sees you, and the hydra symbol on your clothes. He quickly draws his bow, aiming it directly at you.
"I search for three months and you get caught in a alley?" He utters under his breath.
You look up at him like a deer in headlights. Eyes dialated so big he's concerned your body has a massive concussion. You're crouched on the ground, hiding as far into the wall as physically possible, hands up to cover your face. You look up at him with a look of pure fear as you watch his hand shake with the arrow directly aimed at you.
The bow lowers as Clint watches your moves, still on guard he slides the arrow back into the pouch on his back before crouching to your level.
"Do you know who I am?" Clint asks, pure curiosity getting the best of him.
You nod slowly to him as you lower your hands from your face, avoiding eye contact with him.
Clint stares at you, confusion etched into his face. Why aren't you attempting to attack him? Or atleast causing him hell with your words? It felt as if he was staring at a actual kid. Maybe you were? There was very little ability to tell your true age.
"Okay, can you tell me what your doing in a alley? You tend to avoid these things." Clint asks, shifting to sit across from you.
You bite your lip, your eyes frantically looking for a way out but to no avail. You try to speak but it's as if your words were stripped from you as Clint sits infront of you.
Clint watches as your mind searches for answers you don't have, and something in him just can't stand it. You clearly didn't know what you were doing either, you were more skilled than most of the spies he'd tracked down, but right now all he could see was a kid, trying to avoid confrontation with their parent.
"Do you know where you are right now?" Clint tries a simpler question.
"C-City?" You mumble out.
"That's.. That's correct, but do you know why your in the city?"
You shake your head, your head lowering.
Clint sighs softly, recognizing the patterns of brain washing hes seen in other hydra spies, and stands up. He stands there contemplating before walking over to you.
You immidately put your hands up, a defense mechanism you've learned and squeak, praying he doesn't hurt you.
"Woah, kid, I'm not going to hurt you. But you are coming with me." Clint says before he reaches down and swings your body over his shoulder.
Clints confusion grows when your body basically goes limp in his hold. He sets you into the back of his car, strapping you in. He contemplates warning you not to attempt anything, but with the way you cower in on yourself, and the dialation of your eyes, he isn't sure he needs to.
Clint drives you both back to his base, and he slings you back over his shoulder to get you inside. He walks to the cell S.H.E.I.L.D created to be able to contain you when he caught you.
Clint sets you gently onto the bed in the room before walking and sealing the door. You curl up into the corner of the bed, legs to your chest and back pressed to the wall.
Clint grabs a chair, sitting outside the cell. He watches you hide yourself into the corner, confusion continuing to build in his head.
Clints seen these responces before, but not from spies, and it's throwing him off. Every single action he's seen from you within the last 2 hours has been almost that of a 4 year old. Clint knows exactly what age regression is, he's even helped Bucky and Steve with their little before.
Was this what this was? How badly had you been treated that even through all the brain washing your brain needed the coping mechanism? How much did you remember of your life?
"Can you answer some questions?" Clint evenutally breaks the silence.
You look up at him, finally making eye contact with him and nodding.
"How old are you?"
"I..I don know.. The peoples don't tell me no more."
"How old do you feel?"
You hold up your fingers, trying to count your age before showing him 5 fingers.
Clint's head feels like a lightbulb was lit. He was right.
He sighs, hating that he has to basically keep a child in a cage but he has no other choices.
"Okay, look, I'm not going to interrogate you tonight. Get some sleep, but you can't get out of this cell. Both because it's hulk-proof and also because I'm going to help you."
Clint gets up, leaving the chair infront of the cell, looking at you. He waits a few moments for a responce, but all you do is look at him. He takes that as a good enough answer before walking off back to his work station.
Around 30 minutes go by before he hears your sniffles, and he cracks. He walks back over to the cell peering in. You're in the corner, tears streaming down your face and your face crumbling the more you hold in your unknown emotions.
Clint contemplates for a brief second before just deciding to open the cell, walking over and sitting next to you. He opens his arms, letting you practically climb into his arms. The tears continue to seep, and your hands cling to his harness. He rocks you softly, keeping you close, assuring you no one is going to hurt you anymore.
Once you're able to calm down, atleast enough where your breathing is consistent and your tears have slowed. Clint gently lays you down on the bed, tucking the blanket under your chin and brushing your hair out of your face. He leaves the cell, the squeak of the door is the last memory you have before you pass out from exhaustion.
The rest of the night goes by quietly, you stay asleep as the time passes by but Clint doesn't sleep. He can't.
His mind races through reporting back to S.H.E.I.L.D or keeping you safe here until he's able to break you some, help you where he can, to prove your better under his care. He refuses to cause you more harm. Just like when he came in contact with Natasha, there was something he just couldn't do then, and he wont now either.
Clint hears you shuffle around 6am, and he heads over to your cell. Your siting up in the bed, rubbing your eyes clear of the exhaustion. When you look up to him your eyes are less dialated, but still cloudy.
When you register who and what your looking at, panic races through your veins, and you fall off the bed onto the floor.
"No, nonono, your kidding me, this was not what I wanted to wake up to. I'm so screwed." You mutter, your fists clenching.
"Hey, woah, look, I haven't alerted anyone that I have you. Currently the only people who know is me, and you." Clint reassures, sitting in the seat he left the night before.
"Do you remember me bringing you here?"
"No, I don't."
"That's okay. You seemed a little young mentally, it doesn't exactly surprise me that with whatever youv've gone through and im assuming your age regression, don't mix well."
Your eyes widen and your eyebrows raise at him. How the hell did he know exactly what your brain was doing? Your mind begins to cluter with questions, but your mouth stays shut, your training of staying quiet coming into play.
"Look, I can't get you to talk, but I need you to understand you're not going back." Clint assures.
"I always go back. No one can keep them away." You retort, your eyes narrowing in on the man infront of you.
"Not this time. You aren't the first I've saved. I will keep you safe in here for now until I figure out how to help you. You're safe now." Clint gets up.
You study him, trying to understand why he's so adamant about you staying with him. You don't exactly understand, but you slowly nod to his words.
"Good. Get some more sleep, we'll talk once you're more stable. I've got you." He reassures once more.
With a look at him, you listen. Your body deciding that you might as well get the rest you haven't had in years.
If you find the time could you write a Clint comfort fic?
🌺 I give you flower as thanks for all your hard work
Wisdom ouchies
So, I finally got to this request even though it's been a request for quite a while. I'm so sorry for my backup in requests but I'm doing my best to get to them now! I hope you like this although I'm sure you've been able to heal. I hope you're doing well!!
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Warnings⚠️: Mentions of wisdom tooth removal surgery, mentions of laughing gas, mentions of pain, if i missed anything let me know!
CG!Clint Barton x GN!Little reader
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The car ride here was brutal, for both you and Clint, the tears broke your baba’s heart as he strapped you into the car. He didn’t want to take you to get this minor surgery, but he had no choice.
Your tear-stained face is something he hates to see, but as he gently picks you up from the car seat it's all he can see. Gently kissing your cheeks, he carries you into the oral surgeon’s office.
“Baba, I don’t want it.. Please..” you mutter softly, hiding into his neck like your life depended on it. Praying that you wouldn’t have to get the ouchies.
“I know baby, but you need it, you’ve been in so much pain.” Clint softly sighs, kissing your temple.
You shake your head the waterworks slowly rising again. You were scared of the pain that was to come afterwards.
Your name is eventually called and Clint carries you into the room, sitting down with you on his lap as he goes over things with the assistants. Once he finishes getting some basic questions down he gently takes your face out of his neck, kissing your nose.
“Baby I gotta move you to the chair right there okay? I’ll be sitting right next to you the entire time.” He gestures to the scary chair and as much as you want to protest, you slowly nod your head.
Clint smiles softly and helps get you settled in the dental chair before sitting right next to you as he promised.
A nurse eventually comes in and give you some of that loopy gas, making you slowly fall asleep as they get to work removing your teeth.
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Your eyes slowly open and look around, finding yourself in your bedroom, curled into your bed. You go to move before your face starts to throb and ache like nothing you’ve felt before.
Slowly remembering the day prior you stir and want to cry but it hurts too much to. Clint walks back in from the bathroom to see you sitting up with a face of discomfort written all over your face and body language.
He quickly but calmly walks over to you, wrapping you in his embrace as you softly cry from the pain.
“Good morning babydoll, let’s get you some meds yeah?” He gently whispers as he carries you to the kitchen, getting a cup with no straw, a snack, and some pain meds before walking to the living room.
Seeing the couch is set up for a day with your baba, the feeling of gratefulness fills your chest. He gently helps you eat a snack and take your pain meds before wrapping you in a blanket with your favorite stuffy.
“A few days without any sippys or pacis baby, we don’t want dry sockets. Baba’s gonna be here the entire time okay? Baba’s job can wait.”You look at him and realize that even though your in excruciating pain, this would all be okay.
He was here to keep you comfortable and safe. There was nothing better than baba’s attention all day long for however long you needed him for. It would be okay.
Could you write some hawkeye fluff pleaseee (no pressure)
💐 Take these for all your hard work
Bath time!
A/N - I really hope you like this anon!! This was such a cute idea in my head and I portrayed it as gender neutral as I can. Here's to my first post in October! More is absolutely coming! I love you all, thank you for your love and support recently.
Masterlist - all my work!
Warnings!⚠️ : Reader is being bathed! General fluff and cuteness, Baba Hawkeye (Clint Barton) x gn!little reader. Please read at your own discretion. Let me know if I missed anything!!
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The splashing of the water and the sound of your laugh echoed down the halls of tower as you happily played in the water of your newly drawn bath. Your caregiver sits quietly laughing at your antics of playing in the water. You had been his little for quite some time and he was always fond of how much you loved your time in the water.
“Baba look!” You happily wail out, showing him how your newly bought bathtoys were able to shoot water out. You may or may not have aimed it right at your baba.
“Yeah sweetheart i do see.” He quickly reaches for a towel, wiping up the water that has ended up on the walls outside the bathtub.
You laugh as he takes some bubbles and places them on your head, giving you the most bubbly hat in all the land. He kisses your nose before he stand up and grabs your hair washing cup off the counter.
“Okay sweetheart, can I have you put your head back for me? Lets get your hair washed and then you can continue to play.”
Your baba hands you a washcloth to cover your eyes just incase water spills over, although he still makes sure to hold his hand to your hairline just as a second measure aswell. His fingers scrub your head softly as he makes it all fluffy and foamy from the shampoo.
He carefully makes sure that your hair is all rinsed out before he threads the conditioner through your hair, kissing your forehead once its all in, letting you know you have five minutes of playtime before you rinse out your hair and get out of the bath.
You immediately go back to playing with your toys, squealing when hawkeye saves the day in your imaginary world, just like he saved you in your true world. He became your safe place on the days you needed him most, and he gave you a home when you didn’t have one.
The clock continues to tick by as your conditioner soaks in, and your playing is still as loud as ever. Your baba laughs as he watches you act out his major plays that hes either told you about or you’ve seen on the news after the avengers saved new york.
The timer goes off and Clint stands back up, he grabs your bin for your toys and holds it infront of you, letting you know its time to start to calm down and get ready to get out of the bath and ready for bed. Once all your super hero friends have gone off into their next mission, one you’ll surely make next bath, you tilt your head back and let your baba rise out the conditioner from your now cleaned hair.
He makes sure to help you clean your body aswell before he unplugs the drain and grabs a warmed towel. He helps you to stand up before he traps your body in a warm towel hug, drying you off aswell as putting you back in the safety of his arms.
You squeal as he picks you up and carries you to your shared room, and helps you to get comfortably changed into your favorite pajamas.
By the end of the night, your all wrapped up safely in your Baba’s arms, your favorite movie playing in the background, and your comfort items securely in your possession.
Your Baba makes sure to play with your hair and rub your back until your sound asleep, and then he joins you in dreamland, where you both make your own adventures. Together.
