#char:clint barton

[ircnicarus]

@hawkguyed

Pepper had once said that Tony was almost impossible to offend, and that much was true when it came to words. Anything that someone said to him was nothing compared to what Tony said about himself, and he had realised that from an early age. Being offended by actions, though, was something that he found absolutely acceptable, especially in circumstances like this.

Right now Iron Man and his illustrious and plucky sidekick Hawkeye were being faced down by a villain known as Duck Man. He was a foreboding creature only in that he was the fucking strangest thing Tony had ever seen. He had been expecting a duck costume, but what he found was a man-duck hybrid, if ducks were taller than Godzilla.

“I was expecting you today, Hawkeye!” the villain’s voice boomed across Times Square, civilians scattering to the sides screaming. “Do not think that the presence of your friend will deter me!”

Tony turned to look at Clint, pulling up the face mask as he did so. “Do you know this guy?” Tony asked, godstruck. “And did he just refer to me as ‘your friend’? What the fuck!”

[manwlthoutfear-blog]

@hawkguyed

Fear pushed people into a corner. It forced them to become their worst selves, to become selfish, to become evil and vicious and cruel. There was a reason why Matt had always tried to force it out of his heart, and that was why. Stick had another reason, though. He said that fear affected your fighting ability, affected your focus. That it changed how you struck, made your punches weaker, your injuries more severe. All Matt knew was that fear made people do crazy things, and seemingly, the Man Without Fear was not exempt.

“Remind me again who we’re chasing?” Matt called out over the din of the wind passing through. He currently had his billy club fully extended, the stick pressing firmly against the accelerator of a pretty awesome Ferrari. The roof was down, the tyres were hot on the asphalt, Clint was in the passenger’s seat, and Matt had absolutely no idea how to drive. “Whoops!” Matt put his foot onto the wheel, kicking it to the side, avoiding the pedestrians who were making their way across the street. “My bad! I’m still getting used to this whole driving thing! Don’t worry, my buddy Hawkeye has this under control.” Matt leaned over, lowering his voice just an octave, making sure Clint could still see his lips considering the roar of the engine. “You have this under control, right?”

[goquicksilvcr]

@hawkguyed

Pietro had always envisioned himself in America. It had been something of a pipe dream, something he had never expected to genuinely occur, and one that he had been somewhat embarrassed to own up to.  After all, America was far from the idyllic paradise that it had initially been intended to become, and none knew that as well as those within the USSR. Still, he had to admit that it wasn’t half bad here. It fulfilled his childlike expectations, at least, when it came to heroes who preserved the will of the weak and protected the innocent and weary. Even more than that, he was among their ranks, and in many ways he had Clint Barton to thank for that.

Without having someone else on the team with a dark past, someone else who had proven that it was possible to move on and become something better while still remembering the awful things you had done, Pietro might not have been convinced that he could become an Avenger at all. As it stood, he was still uncertain as to how much he fit in, but he could ignore that as he ignored so many other personal issues until such times as he was forced to confront them. “Hey, Barton,” Pietro called out, appearing suddenly in the middle of Clint’s kitchen, looking around for the other man. “You really need to work on your home security, man. I didn’t even need to vibrate the lock out of your door. A key above the door? Really?” Pietro sighed, pushing himself up on Clint’s counter and helping himself to a box of Cheerios from the cupboard. “This fear toxin sucks, huh?” he asked, between a mouthful of cereal. Never let it be said that Pietro Maximoff eschewed touchy topics altogether! Dealing with them sensitively was another matter entirely.

[stcrm-breaker]

@hcwkguys

Parties were meant for merriment, designed in order to celebrate after a great victory. In this case, however, it seemed as if the entire city was simply celebrating the fact that they were still alive, taking advantage of the extended curfew that night in order to have the most fun that they had been able to partake in since before it was revealed the city was in another dimension. Thor understood some of it, or at least attempted to, but truly the only reason that he had bothered to show up was because he knew that his teammates would be there. True to form, he found Clint at the banquet table, and Thor wordlessly joined him in picking up as many of the appetisers as he could and sampling each one.

“I’d try the cheese platter,” Thor said lowly, as if it was a highly guarded secret. Clint and Natasha often spoke like that, probably because of their professions and experience in espionage. It was a novel, truly, not to be the loudest person in the room. Thor enjoyed it in small amounts. “Have you just arrived?” he asked, glancing around the room, purposefully avoiding returning his gaze to Jane. “We have been here for about an hour now, and I have already seen someone get their tongue stuck to the ice sculpture. Why do Midgardians always want to kiss objects in photographs? It is quite amusing.”

[captcinmcrvel]

@hcwkguys

Carol wasn’t exactly sure how this was supposed to work. She wasn’t even entirely convinced that she knew what had happened between Jess and Clint. There was definitely an element of awkwardness there, but then again, there was an element of awkwardness between Clint and the grand majority of SHIELD at one point. Hawkeye seemed incapable of keeping it in his pants, and she wasn’t talking about his firearm.

She had settled, very maturely, on not speaking to him even when they were being shot at, or chased by mutant dinosaurs. When it became abundantly clear that wasn’t working, Carol had punched him in the face during sparring, and that had relieved enough tension that they could definitely work together. Today, though, that progress immediately stalled. Hell, it might even have gone backwards.

“I just … don’t understand,” Carol said as she walked down the street, blinking a few times. She felt numb, honestly. Empty in a way that she hadn’t since Mar-Vell’s death. “How can Starbucks take your Avengers ID card as excuse for a discount but not mine? I’m Captain Marvel! I’m with you! Why would someone with an Avenger lie about being an Avenger? How does this make any sense?!”

[the-m3chanic]

@hcwkguys

Tony had definitely made stranger requests of Clint over the years that they had known each other, but not by much. Shit was going down in the city - shit was always going down in the city - but today, that was exempt from Tony’s panicked response. Instead, he was focusing on the fact that his personal life had taken a dramatic turn for the worst, true to form, really.

“Don’t freak out,” Tony said, which considering the fact that he was decked out in the full Iron Man suit and was currently standing outside Clint’s place probably didn’t mean much, “but my ex, um … fuck buddy, I guess? Definitely not a boyfriend. It was more like a one time thing that happened all the time, you know -- this doesn’t matter. I’m rambling. I have a situation.” Behind Clint, Lucky appeared, tilting his head to the side as if Tony was the most bizarre thing he had ever seen. Even in the midst of his (probable) mental breakdown, Tony wasn’t going to let the dog suffer, so he stepped out of the suit, and Lucky immediately ran over to him, nudging against his leg.

He ruffled the dog’s fur, feeling something settle within him. “Nevermind, man,” Tony said with a grin, looking up at Clint. “Your dog has this sorted!” At this point, a large bang could be heard in the distance. Tony knew that it was four blocks away exactly, and he brought up the newsfeed in a hologram to Clint. “See that very handsome blond man currently walking very calmly away from the explosion? That’s Tiberius Stone, CEO of Viastone and current massive pain in my ass. I need you to help me get him in cuffs.” Tony paused for a moment. “Wow, never thought I’d need someone else to give me a hand with that.”

[agcntcxrter]

@hcwkguys

There were plenty of things that Sharon had done that caused her to feel guilt, or woke her up in the middle of the night with a cold sweat. The difference this time was that before, all of them had been related to her career, or the things that had been done to her. This time, it was Sharon who had failed someone else completely and utterly - not a faceless cooperation she had been fighting for, or a mission that went haywire. This was her best friend, one of the few people in the world she trusted completely, and thought that she knew entirely. Obviously, Sharon had slacked in all of those areas, allowing Nat to suffer for weeks at a time while an alien intercepted her life.

Nat hadn't reached out when she returned, which Sharon could hardly blame her for. Tony had sought her out, but Sharon thought it was best if she gave her some time to work things out. (If there was a selfish need not to see the betrayal on her friend's face, then Sharon had yet another thing to hate about this situation.) That was why Sharon wasn't exactly sure why she showed up at Nat's apartment with food, and why when Clint was the one who opened the door and Nat was nowhere to be seen, she took a slight breath of relief.

"Hi," she said, somewhat awkwardly, holding up the bag of dumplings. "I figured ... you could use some company." Sharon paused, feeling a lump build up in her throat. "I figured we both could."

[gcttagofcst]

@hcwkguys

“We have to go,” Wanda had said when Pietro rolled his eyes at the mention of the vigil. “She was close to Natasha and Clint.” As far as Pietro was concerned, that was the only reason he was here. Agents fell every single day, and Maria Hill had never done them any favours. She would have been more than willing to use the twins as bait for HYDRA, and she had never considered them as anything more than their powers. She was cold, pragmatic, and although that was necessary, Pietro didn’t think that he should go and pretend that he was close to her, though he would respect what she did to the city.

This is what he got for respecting any form of authority, clearly. A bright flash of light and he felt his bones turn to lead. The world seemed to speed up, going into how it appeared when he was running, but when he moved his hand, it moved as slowly as the clouds above them. He could no longer hear his sister’s voice in his head, and if she hadn’t been beside him, that would’ve been enough to leave him crumpling to his knees, remembering the last time there had been that all pervading silence.

He looked at his sister first, naturally, but then his eyes went to Clint just as they had during the Syndicate fight, moments away from asking him what they needed to do. That was when he realised Clint’s hands were shaking. His fingers were tapping against his thigh, and his eyes were darting from one place to another. Pietro stepped forward, eyes wide.

“Don’t freak out!” he exclaimed, even if he was freaking out a hell of a lot himself. “You have my powers.” Those words, more than anything, broke Pietro out of his panic. “Wait, you have my powers. The fuck, man! Can we like, touch hands or some shit and transfer back?”