#clint barton mcu

[honeyedpines]

some Clint variants

freefall (2020), rivals, and personal hc

[g1xtchedartist]

question: WHY DO SO MANY PEOPLE HATE MCU CLINT??? WHAT????

like i can understand being disappointed in how his character was changed for the movies, with less dialogue and humor, but i just don’t understand why so many people seem to hate him??? like why???

i love jeremy renner’s portrayal of hawkeye and he actually made hawkeye my favorite avenger, even before i read the comics. to me, the hate for his character is just so confusing and undeserved.

[donaweasley]

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Gist: The years, and especially the war, have taken a heavy emotional toll on everyone. But through everything, you’ve always had your friend by your side. Will the changing times bring a change in your relationship, too?

[plutonicbees]

on that note, i'm already feeling rather disappointed with the relationship dynamic between clint and kate in the clips they've released so far.

he acts so annoyed by her, like she's just an absolute nuisance. the "we're not partners" clip had me scratching my head; you're not partners, you're not friends, it just feels so out of balance. I'm sure the reason for their team-up will have an interesting explanation in the actual show, so I can't be overly critical, but her portrayal as a hawkeye protégé and fangirl is just frustrating at the very least.

this is kate bishop and clint barton, y'know? they're partners and they're friends and they're equals. they're just good fucking people that were thrown together because kate bishop took on/was given the hawkeye name because she was like clint barton (standing up to captain america, yadda yadda), not particularly because she liked hawkeye.

[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

Little Bird

Soulmate AU

Pairing: Clint x reader

Warnings: fluff with some sadness in the flashbacks, but a happy ending! Some cursing I think

Summary: You and Clint are soulmates who met in the circus, but they separated you two when they found out. Will you ever meet again?

“Clint! Come on! We have the rest of the day off! Let’s go have some fun!” You yelled to your soulmate Clint, “I’m coming my little bird!” He ran towards you and when he caught up he tackled you into the field of flowers, you guys laughed and laughed.

That was the day before the circus found out you were both soulmates, that day they pulled you both apart from each other and sent you onto separate ways.

“Y/N! I’ll find you again! I promise!” The circus handlers shoved him to the ground, “no you won’t you pathetic idiot.” They pulled you out of the tents, both of you crying. “I’ll never forget you Clint!”

Clint sat in silence, every year on this day he did the same. It was the day he lost his soulmate. He tried to find you, he really did, but after 5 years, he gave up. He never spoke of you again, Fury didn’t even know about you, Nat knew a little, but nothing more than that Clint found his soulmate but lost them.

Clint fiddled with his necklace, it had a small bird on it, and was the only thing that connected you both.

“You’re my little bird, always yearning to fly free, into the sky, far away,” he always told her, hence the pet name ‘little bird’ “and I’ll always be flying right next to you,” he would continue. One day after you’d saved up what little pay you earned, you’d bought two small bird necklaces and given one to Clint while you were both on the top of a hill, on your backs looking up at the clouds and the birds flying overhead.

The team always left Clint alone on that day, they didn’t ask questions, or push him to tell them why, they knew he would share if he wanted to. “Hey Clint,” Nat came up and softly smiled, “I know you want to be left alone today, but we have a new team member so if you can just show your face for a few minutes.” Clint nodded mindlessly and let Nat lead the way to the conference room.

“I’d like to welcome a new member to the team,” Fury started, but Clint wasn’t paying attention. “Now she’s going to arrive in a minute, Maria is bringing her, but I just wanted to give you some information before she got here.” The team nodded along, “she has an odd background that she will only share bits and pieces of, but the gist is that she had a bad childhood, escaped from them at 12, then there’s a gap she won’t tell us about, then at 23 she started saving people and has been for a few years till we found her and offered her a spot on the team. Her name is Y/N.” Clint’s ears perked up at the name, ‘no it couldn’t be, there are so many people named Y/N, it’s not her’ he thought.

A few minutes later Maria arrived with you. You all entered the conference room, “hi! I’m…Y/N” “hey, I’m Tony, that’s Bruce, Steve, Nat, Wanda, Bucky, and Clint, you probably know of Thor but he’s off planet right now.” The whole time Tony was talking your mind was focused on one person. “Clint? Is that you?” Clint was standing there also trying to figure out if it was you, you were both 31 so it had been 12 years since you’d seen each other. “My little bird?” He asked, tears in his eyes. You nodded and ran to each other for a huge hug. “Well apparently they know each other.” Tony commented, “care to explain or no? Nat asked, a little confused, her and Clint shared everything. “Uh yeah, I guess,” Clint said, after he stopped crying. “I met Y/N when we were both 13, in the circus. We were soulmates, and had an amazing 6 years together. But when we were 19, the circus found out and separated us, I got out at 20, and while at shield I spent the next 5 years looking for her, but I failed.” Clint shared his side, it was your turn now. “Yeah, Um, after we were separated, they sent me to another circus, that was terrible, I was abused there and the working hours were long and hard, it was also an underground criminal ring, like the last one was, and so I ran when I was 20. Then for the next 3 years I hid out with this group of people who helped me learn to fight and use the skills I learned. They ended up being more criminals, just like the circus, so I ran and started fighting against those groups and helping other people.” Clint hugged you while you shared your story, hating how much you’d been through. “I’m so sorry my little bird, if I’d found you, looked harder.” You stopped him right there, “Clint, it’s alright, we’re together now and that’s all that matters.”

You and Clint talked all night long, catching up and just enjoying each other’s presence. You were both laying down on Clint’s bed, when you both started yawning, “night my little bird, I love you.” He grabbed onto you and pulled you into a cuddle. “Love you too my archer, sweet dreams.”

Over the next few months you and Nat became really close friends, loving to share funny stories about Clint, and training together. You started going on missions, Clint loving working with you again, it felt like old times. You surprisingly got along really well with Sam as well, you all formed ‘the Bird Squad’ since your superhero name was Sky Lark. The rest of the team just rolled their eyes at your ‘club.’

One day you and Clint were up on a hilltop just like the day you gave him the necklace. You guys had a picnic and were now looking at the clouds. “My little bird, can I ask you something.” “I suppose,” Clint pulled you up to your feet and got down on one knee, “Y/N, I have been wanting to do this since all those years ago in the circus, and now I finally get the chance. Would you do me the honor and make me the luckiest and happiest guy on Earth, and marry me?” You obviously said yes, and you guys had your romantic moment. The world was finally right again, you had your archer and he had his bird, and you both flew together, wherever you wanted to fly.

[lokikingofasgardslover713]

Kinktober 8: Wax Play

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Pairing: Clint Barton X OFC 

Warnings: Hot wax, smut, fluff

Summary: Let's just state this doesn't go the way anyone planned. It ends in beautiful chaos and some fluff. 

A/N: I was going to be all romantic but this just, I felt we all needed a laugh. So, let me state there is A LOT of caution to use in wax play, certain candles and all that. Do research, I had to because I have never done this personally and burns are no laughing matter, neither is open flame. And I wanted to make this serious play but failed.

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Settling between her spread thighs, Clint brandished the candle and lighter he had picked up less than a few hours ago.

"You're sure," he hummed, looking over thick curves bare before him. Scooting up on his knees, she rolled her hips against him to tease over his free and very alert manhood.

"Yep, time we spiced things up," she smiled, letting out a sigh as he pressed between slick folds to tease before they both paused.

"Ok," he huffed, moving to light the candle that was stated to be specifically for this purpose. 

Both had read over precautions of wax play. She had even gone as far as to rub a light sheen of coconut oil over her skin, so it didn't stick while Clint done all he knew to assure it was safe wax, as they put it. He even tested it on himself, it barely burned, it honestly wasn’t his thing, but it could be hers. 

Scooting back, he lit the candle and allowed it to begin to melt. It was a votive looking candle but the girl at the shop and the box even said it was safe. Allowing the wax to pool in the top of the candle, he tipped it to allow a drop to fall, careful to keep it at the right height. 

He jolted slightly when she done the same, the soft flesh of her thigh tensing against his own. Hastily he looked up and tipped the candle so it wouldn't drip.

"Did it hurt," he was quick to ask, studying her face, he cursed the fact she was worse than Natasha when trying to read his lovers expressions. Not to mention she had a higher threshold of pain than any he had met.

"No, it was just a shock at how warm it was. Keep going," she smiled, lying through her teeth. She had read it could be a bit overwhelming the first time, but for lack of a better word she would get used to it. The sting did have a bit of euphoria behind it. 

Nodding, Clint continued, tipping the candle to dribble the rest of the pooled wax over the same thigh but away from the spot he had tested to work his way up her hip. Maybe it was heightened senses, or the fact she didn't have to endure this, she found herself unable to take it as a heavy splash hit the crease between thigh and core.

With a jolt she let out a quiet yelp that had Clint fumbling to put the candle out but spilled wax all over his own hand before doing so. Somehow burning himself in the process but managed to rush her to her feet and to the bathroom to clean the wax off. 

Forcing her to sit on the toilet, the archer turned with a cloth in hand to place over the wax, but it had fell off in the chaos. The flesh he had dribbled wax over was pristine and unscathed unlike the hand he held the rag in.

This time was her turn as she took the archers burnt appendage by the wrist to place it under cold water, but it didn't appear that bad. Clint pulled close to her side in the dim room, wrapping his free arm around her waist as she continued to cool the other under the water. 

"It did hurt didn't it," he chuckled, nuzzling at her bed fuzzed hair to make her scrunch up and stifle a giggle. 

Finally cutting the water off, checking his hand over, and rubbing a thumb over the tattoo that tapered at his wrist. She found the design mesmerizing to say the least when they first began seeing each other. "It felt like one of those aliens carving me to pieces," she admitted quietly. 

Though all this had been several years ago, and a divorce ago for Clint, it all stung like fresh wounds. "Yeah," he huffed, free hand trailing up her spine to lace into her hair, tugging her head to lay on his shoulder. 

Wrapping his hand in the one worrying over the reddened skin; he gently tugged her back to the bedroom as he sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled her to straddle his hips. Gently he rested his hands on her hips, thumbs rubbing circles over the soft flesh as she relaxed. 

Looking up to meet her gaze, Clint couldn’t help but smile, pulling flush as her fingers laced behind his neck, even tugging at the lengthening hair. Leaning down, she placed her forehand to his, the room quiet as he slid a calloused hand over the flesh he had dripped wax on to feel if it held heat, to which it didn't.

Tenderly he massaged over the flesh, tipping his chin up to press his lips to hers for a moment.

"How about some vanilla sex," he laughed across her lips, feeling her settle even closer.

Moving a hand to his chest she thrust him to his back falling with him and giving a smirk at his surprise. "Who said it was vanilla," she tried to pout but the quiet laugh gave her away.

Slowly she moved her hips for erect manhood to glide through wet folds teasingly. Putting more pressure with each pass to tease her delicate nerve as she smirked at him. Sitting up, she was eager to reach between them to wrap her hand in his girth and tease slowly down over him.

"You are in no way vanilla," Clint grunted as he sat up to lace a hand into her hair to pull her lips to his. Tongues fought for dominance, but that was nothing new. 

"Good," she gasped, breaking the kiss to lean back slighly as he gripped her hip to urge her faster.

Desperately her hips jerked against his, heated mouth falling to suck a pert bud between teeth to nibble. In moments their bodies were soaked in sweat, a desperate need to find an end was feeding them both. Roughly Clint met her thrust, digging short nails into her flesh the closer he came.

The whimpering falling from her lips made him realize she wouldn’t be far behind the instant he spilled inside her. Grunting out his release, burying sweat soaked forehead into her chest as she moved faster before her own thrust shortened and velvet walls fluttered around his slowly softening manhood.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, shivering body falling lax against Clint as he fell back to the mattress. Slowly she slid to straddle his thighs, soft member slipping free as she slipped to his side, laying her head on his shoulder.

"How’s that for vanilla," she panted, looking up as he shifted to meet her gaze.

"Not bad," he laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to pull her close. 

Teasingly she ran a hand along his neck, thumb cherishing his cheek as their breathing steadied. 

"No more wax," he chuckled across her lips, taking a chaste kiss before pulling away to note the smile in her eyes.

"No, maybe we should explore another kink. Something safe, like a feather," she laughed as they settled into one another. 

"A feather can be a weapon," he hummed.

"Anything can be a weapon with us Clint."

"True," he chuckled before it grew quiet once more. The silence a welcome thing between them as they relaxed for the first time that evening.

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[honeyedpines]

happy birthday to everyone’s favorite problem 💜

[honeyedpines]

Continuation of my “clint barton finds and adopts another brainwashed russian assassin” concept that takes place just before Avengers (2012)-ish

based on the art below!