#ft. clint barton

[roguestouch]

˗ ˋ  🏹    𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒆     ››     clint      !

“you seriously won’t believe how embarrassing it was,  and don’t laugh at it, i knocked a bunch of freaking weapons over in front of black freaking widow! maybe, just maybe, one of the worst moments of my life? perhaps. am i dramatic? also a little, maybe.” kate rambles on for a good few moments before she sighs, and in a particularly dramatic fashion. but she couldn’t help it, the days events had got to her more and more as she relived the experience in her head. she flops down on the couch of her apartment and drops the box of pizza that’d been in her hands on the table. “lucky, no- sit. good boy, you’ll get pizza in a few moments. at least we got pizza, that made the day a lot better. what do you think about those pizza balls they advertise? should we have grabbed some? or are they a crime against humanity?”

@bhartons​ !

[starcgazette]

C'mon Clint, Natasha deserves better.

For real. The man should be ashamed. 

@russian-latrodectus @xokay-this-looks-bad

[dontfutzitup]

kate figured that the best thing to do was to give clint some space at first. so for the first few days after being back - being out of the stone - kate had more or less avoided him while he was around. knowing how upset and/or frustrated he’d gotten when she and billy had accidentally told him a bit too much about the possible future, she couldn’t blame him. she’d be frustrated too if she were in his place.

it had also taken those few days to build up the courage to see him again. though she probably wouldn’t admit it to him, or even to the clint barton in her timeline, she respected the hell out of the original hawkeye. looked up to him. he had been her childhood hero, after all. seeing someone she cared deeply for who didn’t know her in this timeline because she didn’t exist was hard, to say the least.

walking up the steps to his apartment building, she felt a twinge of sadness. it looked just like the one back home. probably wasn’t much different inside, either. she smiles at the thought of the different tenants in the building - grills, the guy who’s real name she could never actually remembered, who had started the whole ‘hawkguy’ trend. she couldn’t remember the name of the mother with the two kids either, but she recalled her being very nice. she thought of the time they’d all banded together to fight back against the tracksuit mafia ‘bro’s’. the different practice sessions and the millions of times she’d helped him with whatever injury he’d managed to get that day. sighing, she pushes all those thoughts away. for all she knew, none of that had ever happened for him. it was probably best to not dwell on it.

opening the door to the building, she makes her way up to his apartment, hoping that one of the things that had somehow stayed the same between the two timelines was the apartment number he lived in. knocking on the door, she paused for a moment, before she speaks. “hey, clint? it’s kate. kate bishop. hawkeye. uh.. sorry to drop in unannounced and all, but i come bearing coffee and donuts? also dog treats.”

@hereshawkguy

[dontfutzitup]

kate wasn’t sure what she really expected from this place. at this point, the young archer almost always has her bow out, an arrow or two between her fingers at all times. she has to be prepared, she tells herself. she also can’t help but think of how much she hates the whole ankle-deep water situation.  but there’s nothing she can really do about that one. she sighs quietly.

spotting someone in the distance, her curiousity gets the better of her as she begins to wonder if they are a friend or a foe. she takes off after them, making use of the submerged buildings as often as possible in an attempt to be quieter. normally that’s one of her strong suits, but the water makes that a little bit more difficult.

a few moments later, she drops down in front of the person she’d been following. her eyes are hidden behind purple shades, but they quickly widen as she realizes who she’s staring at. the original hawkeye - clint barton. a small chuckle falls from her lips. “thought you retired,” she spoke in a teasing voice. “we haven’t met, but i’m pretty sure i’m on your side. if your side is the one against thanos. i’m gonna guess i’m right about that one. i’m hawkeye.” stowing her bow, she holds her hand out to shake.

@hereshawkguy