Clint Barton

"Go Out, Fight Hard, Screw Up. Save The World A Few Times... Just Keep Taking The Shots."

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Let's take a shot!

Hi and welcome to my Clint-Barton RP blog. Below you will find rules, verses and a bit about the Muse and Mun. (Will be updated along the way)

About the Muse:

Clint is an Orphan that, after an abusive childhood, joined the circus along with his brother. He lost his hearing in the wake of his father's abuse and trained to become a marksman under the tutorlage of the 'swordsman'.

After Clint refused to help the carnies steal any longer his tutor attempted to kill him. Clint escaped and joined Shield where he became a top agent and later part of the Avengers team.

Clint genuinely tries to care about people, especially his friends and neighbours. He suffers from PTSD due to his missions and childhood. It's possible for him to slip into a depressive episode and it's a good thing he's got people like Kate and Lucky looking out for him.

Rules:

1. I don't interact with people below the age of 18.

2. Be nice. If you have a problem, talk to me about it. My DM's are open

3. Negativity against any of my partners will not be permitted and blocked without warning.

4. I reserve the right to be selective. If I don't think writing is working out please don't try to pressure me into it.

5. Threads will all be in there separate universes unless previously discussed.

6. Triggers will be tagged accordingly. While I have none, please make me aware if I am writing about something that you are uncomfortable with in our threads.

7. No God modding.

Verses:

One last shot: This is the MCU-Version of Clint. He's still deaf here and uses hearing aids as well as Lucky will be a constant companion. (Thread depended if Laura and the Kids will be a factor.)

My life as a weapon: 616-comic Clint. The sarcastic, slightly depressed human dumpster fire we love.

AU-Verse: (to be continued)

About the Mun: Hi, 26 year old, she/her pronouns, and you can call me Speedy. If you have questions? Ask :)

You can also come and find me @imhawkeyetoo

[takexeveryxshot]

I'm sorry I haven't been on Clint much. His muse is pretty quiet at the moment. As soon as he picks up again I'll be back.

If you want to come hang out you can always find me @shieldagentnatasharomanoff

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Bobbi shivered violently as she held the test tube up at eye level, her other hand pouring in a mixture. She was nearly done with the current iteration of her formula, and if it worked, she’d have a solution that could prove to be helpful. A sneeze escaped her, making her body lurch forward. She sniffled deeply, hearing the door to the lab open. “I’m almost done, babe. Shouldn’t be but…ten more—“ she was interrupted by another sneeze.

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Clint sat in the corner and watched her work. "No. Not ten more. You are done now. I've been watching you for the past half hour and you're getting sick. I'll take you home to a warm bed and a good night's sleep and I'll make you soup or something, but you're not keeping up with the whole work thing. We clear?" He asked, voice stern as he held out her jacket. "Come on. I'll even run you a bath. That'll make you feel better."

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Send 🤒 for your muse to take care of my sick muse. Send 🤧 for the reverse!

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Do you rp with OCs? Other fandoms?

Yes to both :)

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Send 🤒 for your muse to take care of my sick muse. Send 🤧 for the reverse!

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Reblog this to have people go into your inbox & ask your character questions!

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Please reblog this if it’s okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you even if you haven’t reblogged a meme because I just want to RP with you

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"Happy Holidays, Baby" (From Laura)

Clint flipped the oven on so it could pre heat. They kept thanksgiving small this year but he was still up at the crack of dawn to dry and cook his family an amazing meal. Laura had always been the one to do it in the previous years and Clint wanted... needed to make up for lost time.

He smiled, putting and arm around his wife to pull her close and kiss the top of her head. "Happy Holidays." He replied. "Did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet."

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"It's okay," Laura shrugged, leaning into Clint's embrace. The kids would not be up for another hour at most.

"I'm up, do you want some help?"

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"Think you could wrangle the onions for me while I prep the bird? It should be good and defrosted by now and I want to get it up and I to the oven before the kids wake up. Nate is getting into everything right now and I don't want him hurt." He chuckled, sighing as he talked but never letting Laura go. "Or we could grab a blanket and go sit outside for a bit."

[xnxthinglastsfxrever]

Starter called for @takexeveryxshot

⧗ The redhead was walking down the busy sidewalks of New York City, she had just got back from Maine from a minor mission; making her way to one of the gift shops she pulled out her phone from her pocket and texted her old-time friend, Barton.

Clint Barton: Hey, I’m in the city. Wanna grab lunch with me?

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Clint was currently walking along the Hudson River, Lucky at his side. He held loosely onto the leash knowing he wouldn't run away or get into trouble. He was a good boy. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he curiously pulled it out, smiling.

Red: Of course. Danielle's Diner on Main in a few?

He typed back, choosing their usual spot for quick and comfortable post mission lunches. Natasha had been gone for a bit and he was glad to see her back safe.

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"Happy Holidays, Baby" (From Laura)

Clint flipped the oven on so it could pre heat. They kept thanksgiving small this year but he was still up at the crack of dawn to dry and cook his family an amazing meal. Laura had always been the one to do it in the previous years and Clint wanted... needed to make up for lost time.

He smiled, putting and arm around his wife to pull her close and kiss the top of her head. "Happy Holidays." He replied. "Did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet."

[wearethegenesis-deactivated2016]

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES

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Clint is an absolute mess who drinks his coffee black and straight from the pot but never doubt his barista skills.

He knows how to pull a fantastic shot of espresso with just about anything and can mix you up anything you want that is remotely coffee related. He will judge you for it but it will be delicious and great.

[takexeveryxshot]

“It’s so amazing to finally meet you, in person.” [first meeting]

“You what? Ahm hi.” He looked over at the eager, young woman. She seemed to be about his age, a clip board in hand and not really looking like a field agent. So this would be his new handler. “Amelia, right? Sorry, I’m not great with names, but I tried to remember yours.” This was going splendidly… in the wrong direction. Why was it so hard to just have a nice introduction.

“Coulson talked alot about you …” Coulson. Great bring up the dead mentor, your dead friend, smooth Barton. He fumbled a little, then opted for a smile. “How about coffee? Do you like coffee?”

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“Yes!” Amelia chimed, a little surprised but happy one of the actual Avengers would learn her name, especially freshly graduated from the Academy.

“I, um, well, I did technically see you before–back in New York,” she awkwardly explained. “But you were busy saving the world, so I’m not expecting you to remember me,” she nervously laughed.

Oh, geez. Who decided to let you out in public, Davidson?

His next comment about her mentor grounded her back to their conversation. Her smile faltered a little, her green eyes sad even though they lit up in surprise when Clint mentioned that Coulson talked about her. She never had a father in her life, hers died when she was only four, but dear God, Phil Coulson had been the closest, and his absence in her life left a hole in her heart.

At least she did not start crying. She managed to save herself at least some dignity. Instead, her smile grew a little at his offer. “I love coffee,” she answered honestly. “Only if it’s not any trouble,” she insisted.

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"You helped coordinate clean up and got help and first responders out there setting up a field station, right?" Clint asked with a smile. He did remember her face, it had been vaguely familiar but she'd been around when he and Natasha returned from their Schwarma date with the other Avenger because Clint's leg had needed medical attention.

"Right... Bringing up the dead mentor is not my smoothest move. I'm sorry... It's nice to have someone around who knew him though. Nat and I trusted him and he trusted you so I'm sure Strike Team Delta will be just as successful. I apologize about the paperwork beforehand and only this once." He winked at her.

"I think we will get along great. Come on. Let's hop out to the Bodega. Best coffee of my life and so much better then whatever hell soup they're trying to give us to drink in this building."

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“You need to get some rest, Kara.” Clint gently kissed the top of her head and handed her a cup of tea. “I can get Lucky to cuddle with yoou if you like.”

Kara couldn’t help but giggle when she saw Clint come in the room with Lucky at his side.  Grabbing her face where the magic bolt was let loose on her, she moaned at the same time she laughed.  She wasn’t sure what Thor had brought to give her but she didn’t think she’d ever felt quite this way.  “I can’t sleep though.  I’ve never felt so floaty, or hurt ever.  It’s a very weird sensation as she sat up and took the cup of tea from him. 

Looking down at Lucky, she smiled again before wincing a bit.  “I would like Lucky cuddles they make everything better.” She sighed before taking a sip.  “Is Steve really mad that I got hurt?  Wanda didn’t mean to, I stepped right into it and because the magic was just in the air my reflexes weren’t as fast as normal.  I saw Nat and she was at my side before I even fell to the ground.  No one got mad at Wanda did they?  She didn’t mean to.”

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Clint laughed. “Seriously. It’s actually really nice to see you loopy. Now it’s not only me who gets high on pain meds on a regular basis.” Remembering all the times Kara had to sit through his highs during his many hospital visits and stays. Clint had a knack for getting into trouble and for getting hurt.

He moved his hand and Lucky took the signal to jump onto the bed, cuddling up to Kara, licking her face in greeting. “You don’t have to sleep, but you do need to rest. So drink your tea. I prepared it just the way you like it and then get comfy.” He shrugged. “Yeah. He was pretty worried about you and it isn’t so much as it’s anyones fault. Wanda needs to be more careful. She is powerful and needs to control that power as to not get anybody hurt. Nat was there and got you out. Wanda is currently in her room until Steve calms down.”

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“Where did you get this?” The Dragonhandler asked, before carefully turning the pages, feeling the gilded paper beneath his fingertips. He was pointedly gentle as to not ruin this precious treasure the Princess had handed him.

He wasn’t in his traditional Valyrian garb as would befit a dragon tamer. Today he wore black pants, a cream linen shirt and a black vest above it. The three headed dragon embroidered into it. Today he was at court as Prince Damon’s recognized, bastard son. His father was taking him on an inspection of the Gold cloaks in a little while.

“This is an honor, Princess. I don’t know what to say. I can’t accept this.”

“But you can accept it and please don’t make me force you too.  You are my cousin.” She touched the symbol on his chest, the same one that adorned the train of her gown.  “Besides, it’s a new book, and one that I so deligently have finally finished.  I have two copies one for the grand library and the other for you.” 

She smiled at him as she started to walk, hands laced in front of her and knowing that he’d follow her.  “I’ve spent years collecting all of that data and making sure that ever bit of it was perfectly translated into common.  My uncle would be disappointed that I didn’t make it in Valerian but his copy will be.” Kyra looked up at Clint.  “You will find that there are things that the tamers do that are harming our dear creatures but they would not accept it from me.  I give it to you so that Aerion and Nymeria will be treated as the dragons of old Valeria.  I do think you will enjoy it more than most would.”

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Clint smiled at her warmly, as she placed slender fingers on the coat of arms of their house. “I’m only a bastard who doesn’t carry the name of your house. Father insists that I wear this though.” He shrugged a little sheepishly. “It feels wrong. I like my dragon keeper garb a lot better, but don’t tell him Princess. He would have my head.

His hands flicked over the pages, slowly as to not hurt the pages. “I like to imagine what old Valyria looked like. It must have been a sight to behold.” Clint pressed the book against his chest. “I will protect this with my life. Books are valuble beyond belief.” He smiled at her.

“I don’t want to hurt Aerion or any of the Dragons. I don’t like that they’re kept inside the dragon pit, away from free access to the sky...”

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“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”

— Madeline Miller