#clintbartonhawk

[benjidunnimf]

Threesome: Ethan & Clint

Suggest two people for my muse to have a threesome with and my muse will tell you yes or no.missionimmortal — clintbartonhawk

“Oh..... Wow. That, uh... I think I’m gonna have to go with a very large yes there. Not that it would ever happen but wow. Yeah...” 

[russianchildatprayer]

clintbartonhawk:

Well I didn’t fall. I just … kinda. Tripped and … spilled?

Weeeell I do hope you realize who'll be cleaning up this mess ...

Unless your ... falling activities aren't finished yet and include it?

[russianchildatprayer]

"Well, you know, they were kind of there when I went to get the milk and … so OK, I kinda forgot to tie my shoes and thenmaybe knocked over the table with the PJ’s on it and …"

"I like bunnies, OK?"

Tell me more about it. Or on second thought, let me get my phone for a picture.

[russianchildatprayer]

“Accidents happen.”

So you wanna tell me, you tripped and fell?

[benjidunnimf]

Running Away From Your Problems (and ex-husband) || Clint & Benji

clintbartonhawk

It was the middle of the night when they moved. He had Matthew curled up against his chest and Liam on his hip, a bag of their basic belongings on his back. That was it. It was all he could afford to take. 

He had enlisted the help of one of the SHIELD agents to get them out of the base without anyone knowing (especially Clint) and also to create false identities for them. He needed to get the boys to his cousin's in London, away from all of this mess, but he could not risk HYDRA knowing that they were leaving the country. 

It felt wrong, leaving in the dead of night, not letting anyone know. But he could not take any chances and so he was on his own. No IMF, no SHIELD. 

And no Clint. 

[benjidunnimf]

[Text] Is the kid OK?

clintbartonhawk

[TEXT] He’s confused and upset. What do you expect?

[russianchildatprayer]

Hey Nat,

so please don’t laugh at me. And oh, Marsden, if you opened the box and are reading this, I will peel the skin of your ass. Uhm, anyway. India is fucking hot, why did I forget that? I’m staying in this crammed little shithole of a safe house/base/I am really not sure. It doubles as a shop to sell fabrics run by this kick ass old lady. You’d like her. Anyway. One night we might have gotten drunk together and I might have … turned into a sap. I am not entirely sure what I talked about, but the next morning she made this for you and the little one for Ky, and told me to send it to you.

I miss you.

I miss Ky.

I bet she’s grown so much.

I love you.

Uhm … bye.

Miss you too, hotshot. Good news, though. Stark is pretty sure, we’ll have your too-hot ass out of there by the end of the week. So I’m not sending you a picture of Ky with her new dress - pretty sure she loves it, if that something she’s babbling about is any indication … sounds a lot like “Da-y” - because you’ll see yourself in a few days.

Hang in there.

Miss you.

[russianchildatprayer]

I thought you might be able to appreciate the humor in this.

Aw doc, this is the very sweetest thing. You're the best. She'll look perfect in that.