#cracksmashbobbi

[arrowsoutyourass-blog]

Happiness, More Or Less, It's Just a Change In Me

There's not supposed to be Skrulls anymore. Yet, there they are. They're streaming in from their ships, and the next thing Clint knows they're fighting yet another battle for Manhattan.

And his quiver is empty.

Why anyone still lives in New York he'll never know, but he runs, really fast, for the edge of the roof, to get a good start so he can vault to the next building and hopefully recover some arrows.

He doesn't make it.

He falls, screaming. He knew this would happen one day, running with gods and superheroes. He's just a guy with a stick and a string from the Paleolithic era. He looked it up.

As he careens towards the ground, he screams.

*Clint wakes up on the floor, on his stomach, screaming*

[arrowsoutyourass-blog]

Home Sweet Home

*Clint still seems to be fairly weak from his incarceration and subsequent hospital stay. Stubbornly he insists on carrying his own hospital bags*

*leans against the door frame at the top of the stairs and takes a deep breath* 

I don't remember being seventy and in need of life support.

[arrowsoutyourass-blog]

It's Not Paranoid If They Really Are Trying To Get You

*In a secure SHIELD hospital, Clint wakes up from heavy sedation, one hand cuffed to the bed, the other with a line running in it, a bag of fluids and meds on the stand by him*

*sits up, terrified, shrieking*

No! NO!

*yanks against the restraint, but is too thin and weak to really do anything with it*

No! Birdie! Birdie, they've got me and...

You won't get anything. I won't give up anything. Leave me alone to die.

*starts yanking monitors off of him*

*a nurse comes in* Agent Barton we need you to-- 

Get away from me! No. I know what you are! I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.

*nurse* Mr. Barton... please. We need to get meds into you before Director Hill arrives.

*stares at her mouth, trying to understand, then shakes his head, refusing to talk* *makes incoherent sounds*

Fuck them. 

[wingedhelmsareclassic-blog]

Asgardian in the Midgard Part Wev of an Ongoing Series: Kitchens are Fun and Educational!

*Sif explores the kitchen at Stark Tower, looking over the packaging for the cunning little pastries she has come to favor. Before long her attention is captured by an gizmo with many levers and valves. Believing this is some sort of Midgard Magical Device she merely regards it from afar*

[shestingslikethewasp]

Totally not Hawkingbird

*Steve's still in the kitchen when there's a knock on the door, and so Jan sets down her food again and goes to get it* I wonder who this is. You didn't order more food while I wasn't looking, did you?

*doesn't wait for an answer from him, but opens up the door* Agent Morse! Ms Bishop! It's good to see you both.

*glances over at Steve, then swings the door open wider* Come on in. We were just in the middle of dinner.

[cracksmashkate-blog]

Primped, Purple, and Ready to Go

*arrives at Bobbi's lab in her nice, shiny, never-before-seen costume, Babushka slung and a spare quiver attached to the first, purple sunglasses pushed up on her forehead*

*studies the code on the door and types it in, letting herself inside*

Ms. Morse?

[cracksmashkate-blog]

Left Behind

*climbs the stairs to the Barton's apartment, purple peacoat and beret and classes, Babushka on her back*

*looks up and down the hall and pulls out a credit card to jimmy the door*

[shestingslikethewasp-archiv-blog]

Inner Space: Finale

*The building they found themselves in was only a few streets away from Gouzar's fortress, and so they make it there quickly and with little incident.*

All right. This is it. I've got to get inside. Which means that -

*the doors of the fortress open and this guy comes out*

Oh. Looks like Gouzar finally decided to come out an play.

I just need to get to him, then. And then I need him distracted, because he's actually wearing the device that I have to shut down.