#ch:clint

[herosneednotapply]

(Eliterejects) “You can’t slap me if you can’t even reach my face.”

"Care to make a wager? I'm sure I could find a step stool. Worst-case scenario I just use my powers. Either way, don't test my patience, Clint." Addie growled having always had a bit of a little man complex when it came to her height and the parade of tall people she had to work with.

[theindieflash]

Consider this my permanent starter call for Clint Barton. Please like or reply if you would like a starter from her. Posts will vary on length depending how my muse is feeling at that moment. If you’re a multi-muse then please let me know who you would want to play against Clint

You can find his bio here

You can find my main starter call here.

You can find my rules here

As this will be my permanent starter call for Clint, please feel to like, unlike and like again if we already have a thread together and you would like another.

[theindieflash]

wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten. (Clint x Natasha)

@galaxiesofmuses

Clint glanced down at the wound on his arm, it wasn’t the first wound he’d picked up in battle, and he was sure it wouldn’t be the second, but it was probably one of the worst he’d had. That was something he’d figured out since New York, fighting aliens wasn’t like fighting against anything he’d been trained for. They were capable of much more, and Clint found himself learning more and more everyday, especially since he was mostly fighting them with just his bow and arrow - he really had to look into that. Maybe he’d talk to Stark later and see if he could figure out some tech for him, like he had for the rest of the team.

Lifting his gaze slightly, his eyes met Natasha’s, who was once again at his side, attempting to patch him up. He reached a hand out, placing it on top of hers, offering her a small smile, “I’m alright, Nat.” he told her, giving her hand a little squeeze, “How’re you holding up? I’m pretty sure you were hit harder than I was,”