#samclint

[sharkdadontumbl]

a redraw of this! except this time Clint fites back!

commissions open ♡

[airflowolf]

mostly bird sketches

[carcrash429]

hi hi!!! 'inthemuddywaters' for the WIP game, please? 👀💕

okay I will admit I got super distracted fixing up some [write this later] notes in this draft that I'd left for myself (thanks past!me) but there are at least 3 new sentences in and amongst this section!

There’s a distinction there that Clint wasn’t prepared to have to confront. Gods are gods. Everyone knows that. Clint’s known that for his entire life; gods are gods and men are men. That’s clearly not the whole story, though, at least not in this case, and as Clint lays in bed that night, he rotates the idea around in his head. He wonders about how Sam became the Falcon, wonders where the boundary is between man and god, wonders whether there even really is a boundary between two distinct personalities or whether the Falcon is just a mask that Sam wears most of the time. His last thought before falling asleep is to wonder just how long it’s been since anyone called Sam by his name. Something fundamental about their relationship changes quietly after that conversation. The Falcon still spends most of his days out and about, doing whatever he does as a god, but he starts to spend time at the house as well. Clint does a full double take the first time he walks into the hearth room and finds the Falcon sitting in front of the fire, staring into the flickering flames. He hesitates only for a brief moment, readjusting his plans for the evening, and walks over to sit as well. “Good evening,” he murmurs politely as he approaches. The god lifts his head smiles at him in response, and there’s a lightness and sparkle in his eye that warms Clint’s heart.

[comicsguy]

intro to 616 winterbirds !! (or at least how i see/write them)

[hawksonfire]

stranded on a desert island & green-eyed epiphany for samclint!

Sam’s not jealous of a piece of driftwood. He’s not. It’s just a chunk of wood being carried by Clint.

Shirtless.

Sweaty.

In the sunlight.

But he’s not jealous of the piece of wood, because it’s just a piece of wood. He’s the one who gets to sleep next to Clint while they’re on this godforsaken island—to keep warm, of course—he’s the one who gets to talk to Clint all day, and he’s the one who watch Clint try and make them a fort to sleep in.

“The storm’ll be here soon, I think,” Clint says, forcing the driftwood into place in the sand. “Probably should start getting all the supplies into the fort.”

“Yeah,” Sam agrees. “I’ll grab the water?”

“You’ll do no such thing,” Clint says, planting his hand on Sam’s chest to keep him sitting.

Sam really hopes Clint can’t feel how fast his heart is beating right now. “I won’t?”

“Nope,” Clint says cheerfully. “You’ll stay put while I get the supplies, and then I’ll come back for you. Gotta stay off that leg, Sammy boy.”

Sam grumbles, but he doesn’t put up any real fight. Clint gathers all their food and water and puts it inside the fort, then comes back for Sam. “I coulda walked,” Sam tries halfheartedly.

“Nah,” Clint says, scooping him up like he weighs less than that piece of wood. “Besides, I was getting kind of jealous.”

“Jealous?” Sam asks. “Of what?”

Clint blushes, his already sunburnt skin going a shade darker. “Of the chair,” he admits. “It’s stupid.”

“You—oh. Oh.” Sam blinks, his mouth open in surprise. “I was jealous of the wood you were carrying earlier,” he admits.

“Aw, Sammy,” Clint teases. He gently sets Sam down on their shared bedroll, propping himself up on an elbow next to him. “Whaddaya say we make good on this surprise vacation, hm?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Sam says grinning.

[2birds1buck]

i am pioneering this ship! (samclintbucky) here's some date night headcanons:

i present: samclintbucky date night where they try to go to a bar or club

but they need to go somewhere so bucky can dance

and that caters to sams refined alc tastes

while also selling the cheap low alc content beer clint exclusively drinks

and also not being crowded enough to stress bucky out or too loud for clint's hearing aids

also bucky is a basic white girl at heart and exclusively drinks sugary fruity syrupy sweet drinks

clint and sam have to take turns dancing w him cus bucky is still learning modern style club dancing

and if clint goes too long on the floor he starts dad dancing but if they leave him at the bar unattended he gets into fights

bucky will refuse to STOP dancing once he’s started tho, so sam and clint have to like take shifts

and sam gets bored/lazy after ten minutes of dancing he’ll just be bumping and grinding w super low effort

so they end up doing a weird bar-crawl club-hopping situation except one of them is always unhappy w the drinks or music or layout of the place so they’re changing locations almost every half hour

they can’t even do shots bc that’s never enough for bucky to feel but if clint touches hard alcohol he goes into a my-father-was-an-abusive-alcoholic spiral and sam just wants to listen to good music w a good whiskey and his boys

but he can’t bc not only is he stressing abt his bfs, he’s also worrying abt safety and exposure and budgeting and not getting sick or anything

its lighthearted tho like its chaos but its their chaos

and bucky def has to teach sam how to formally dance cus sam only knows the like normal funky fresh dancing he learned growing up/through media

whereas clint Knows how to Dance cus he was in the circus he just Chooses to b ridiculous. he feigns oblivious so that bucky will also give him lessons, but this is ultimately exposed by nat on a mission

[mightytwogunkid]

i remember there was this one anime where sam and clint where shield partners  and then clint faked his death   and sam was all  “honouring clint’s last request”   and honestly it was a bit gay   but i don’t remember which ridiculous series it was

[aw-hawkeye-no]

Everyone go read Whisper immediately. It’s Sam/Clint -- a ship which I like to call ‘Love is for the birds’ because I’m hilarious -- and it is so. fucking. good. 

Summary:

Clint is Riley.

That’s his cover. He’s sent by SHIELD to infiltrate the EXO Falcon unit, under the name of Riley Jones.

Sam watches Riley’s empty casket being lowered into the ground. He’s the only one there. There’s nothing left of Riley, nothing but the pain in Sam’s chest, nothing but the regret of never telling Riley how much he’s meant to Sam.

Chance brings him face to face with Clint Barton, alive, scratching the back of his head with that awkward little gesture, and saying “hey” like he hasn’t shattered Sam’s world to pieces.

@intermittently-ava is a menace, and I should not be allowed near her Ao3 when I have things to do.