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Once upon a time something was sticking out of something. The end. Independent Hawkeye RP. 95% comics, 5% MCU. Tracks themasterlesshawk. PLEASE READ ABOUT.

[themasterlesshawk]

thatfirehairedshifter:

“Then what will you do?” Kass asked, looking at Clint. “Are you going to stop him if he gets out of hand?” She inquired softly. She was still amazed at her connection with Clint. She had never had a family like this before, and she liked it.

“Yeah... Yeah, that’s how I ended up with SHIELD...” Clint rubbed his eyes, trailing off. “Okay, so let’s start from the beginning. We’re orphans. Raised by the circus, and no, that’s not the setup to a terrible joke. Well, yeah, it is, but the terrible joke is my life. Anyway, he got into a crime ring the guy who taught me to shoot was running, and then I got in the way, and then I got left for dead. Some days I really believe he’s on the straight and narrow, and then he turns around and ends up in jail for petty theft or carjacking or some other stupid shit again.”

[themasterlesshawk]

imnothawkguy:

TEXT-Hawkeye: Do I want to know, Clint?  TEXT-Hawkeye: I don’t, do I?

Text: Man I don’t even want to know. Just get here BrB Text: I’m fine I’m fine I was just texting while driving and almost hit a squirrel

[themasterlesshawk]

vdoviism:

&& @themasterlesshawk ♥’d a [ thing ]

“Was that really necessary?” Natalia asked with a glare at the man as one of the darts wooshed an inch away from her head only to hit the target on the wall to her left.

“It’s not like I hit you with it,” Clint replied sheepishly, scratching his head. “It missed you by, like, an entire inch. My margin of error is way less than that, so everything is totally fine.”

[themasterlesshawk]

thatfirehairedshifter:

Kass sat on the counter, looking at Clint. “Hey, are you okay? You look concerned. I’m sure everything will be okay with Barney.”

@thatfirehairedshifter

Clint exhaled loudly. “Yeah... I’m not so sure about that. A lot of the time, things aren’t really ‘okay’ when it comes to Barney. Lately he’s been good. Had my back whenever I needed him to. Helped me out of some real tight spots. But I can’t help thinking this streak is gonna end, and soon.”

[themasterlesshawk]

imnothawkguy:

TEXT-Hawkeye: YES THAT WAS MY WUIVER YOU IDIOT. TEXT-Hawkeye: HENCE THE KB ON IT. I don’t know where you are!

@imnothawkguy

Text: I’m sending you the address come get your boring arrows and bring me mine before something terrible happens Text: I don’t know what exactly but let’s face it it’s me something terrible will happen

[curiousitykilledthelady-blog]

Reblog if your muse has a nice butt

[themasterlesshawk]

the-mjolnir-owner started following you

“I keep meaning to ask: how the hell did humanity start worshiping your society as gods? Are you the only ones who are actually real, or is Aphrodite out in space somewhere too? Because that would be great if she was.”

[themasterlesshawk]

“It looks like you’re hiding.”

“That’s because I am,” Clint hissed, grabbing Claire’s wrist and yanking her down out of sight. “Jesus, it’s like you don’t even know I’m a secret agent who does secret things. Stay out of sight and keep your voice down.”

[bettepcrter]

shit customers say to me at work — an ask meme pt. 1

“We have to stop meeting like this!” “That’s a nice tattoo…” “Did you get that tattoo to piss your parents off?” “If your boyfriend doesn’t treat you right, I will.” “Did you do that yourself?” “In a realistic sense, Superman can just kill Batman, so that’s all wrong.” “S/he bullies me.” “That’s a very unique name you have.” “S/he gets angry when s/he gets hungry.” “My mom’s running out of space on her phone. She’s really into memes.” “Do you think you could do that for me?” “Are you gay? I’m gay.” “Are you eating chips?” “How often do you get stolen from?” “It looks like you’re hiding.” “If I was your boyfriend, I’d take you on nice dates.” “This is my welfare check, bitches!” “Yo, I fucking love that Minion shit.” “I should probably get the little guy this lightsaber thing.” “So, if I run this over with my car, will I be insured?” “I don’t even use house phones anymore. I’m buying this for decoration.” “It’s really that bad, huh?” “This isn’t even for me.” “To be fair, Mamma Mia is a good movie. I’ll give you that much.” “If I had to stand here for eight hours listening to Justin Bieber’s Love Yourself all day, I would stop loving myself. Forever.” “You’re almost there. You can make it.” “Imagine Clerks but 10x more funny. That’s what Deadpool is.” “There’s just so many numbers, I can’t even remember what I had for breakfast.” “What do you think about Star Wars?” “I spent my entire pay on speakers and Subway.” “You know, I was looking for a phone on eBay and nearly got scammed.” “The police told me I was crazy.” “Satan is real, you know. He’s there.” “I swear it was almost an exorcism.” “You smell lovely. Playboy?” “It’s God’s day!” “It was so boring, I had to leave a day before I was supposed to.”

[themasterlesshawk]

Kassandra walked downstairs. "Dad. You got a letter from Barney."

Clint frowned. A letter from Barney could be very good, or very bad. “Just… leave it on the counter,” he sighed, after a few long moments of thought, running his hands through his hair. “I don’t have the energy to deal with it right now. God only knows what he has to say this time.”

[themasterlesshawk]

TEXT-Hawkeye: Where's my quiver? I left it on the couch and now it's gone. ((Imnothawkguy))

Text: Oh shit that was your quiver???Text: Yep just looked that was your quiver.Text: SHIT that means I don’t have any of my trick arrows MAYDAY KATE I NEED YOU TO BRING MY QUIVER RIGHT NOW

[themasterlesshawk]

playwithmagik:

Wanda shrugged, there wasn’t much that did help besides exhausting herself. or having someone close to her. which at the moment she had both. her mind wasn’t wandering through the tower picking through people’s minds. it was here, settled in this room. “order more tv things Clint. I am curious to know if they work.” she mused, getting off the topic of her.

The infomercial that was currently playing was for some kind of vegetable cutter that sliced whatever was put into it into spirals. “But like. I don’t eat vegetables. Do you?” he asked, gesturing towards the TV. “If you want to see if that one works I’ll get it but vegetables are for rabbits and I don’t touch them, usually.” 

[themasterlesshawk]

putsthecapincaptain:

“I’m learning to sign,” he signed, grinning. “Is this okay?” he signed as he turned and made his way across the street, towards the location specified. 

Clint slow clapped it out for Steve for that one. “Okay, I’m impressed. Problem solved, temporarily. Target has a firearm, looks like an AK-47 from here, and I think he might be calling for backup. So that’s great.”

[themasterlesshawk]

nohalfmeasurcs:

While he wasn’t so sure about Clint’s statement, he decided not to push on the subject. The answer the man had given him was almost the same Matt gave his friends whenever he was asked something similar, he could understand if Clint didn’t want to share something like that, especially with a stranger. “If you say so…” He nodded. “Good luck with the mobters. You’ll probably need it next time.”

Clint groaned loudly, prodding at his torso in various places, checking for bruises or cracked ribs. He’s still pretty sure Daredevil is right and he didn’t break anything besides his nose, but everything hurts. “Yeah... I’m sure I will. Next time... And the time after that... And the time after that.” It’s like a never ending stream of mobsters. Clint has no idea where they’re all coming from, or why they keep coming back, but it’s pissing him off to no end and he’s tired of fighting this battle. He almost wishes he could give up.

[themasterlesshawk]

redstarassassin:

he scoffed a laugh, “no kidding.” because that’s what the world needed. more freaks and weirdos, and super people running around half cocked. “so then it would just be you getting your ass handed to ya.” it was almost a playful jab. like he was trying to do the ‘friend’ thing. he just wasn’t very good at it.

“I shit you not,” he says. “So yeah, you’re probably not wrong about that. C’est la vie,” Clint announces with a shrug, then frowns. “You know, I don’t actually know what that means. I don’t know any French. I hope I used that right...” Whether or not Bucky is trying to be friendly, Clint can’t quite tell, but he’s just going to continue assuming that he’s not going to die today and hope for the best. It’s what he usually does, and it’s worked so far.

[themasterlesshawk]

redstarassassin:

“carefully and with precision. hurts like a bitch and takes longer to bleed out.” he might have grinned a little bit, and maybe that wasn’t the proper response to such a thing. “I can’t get shitface, like Steve can’t. I mean, I get buzzy — but that’s the best I got.” he tilted his head looking at the other man. “a fight club? with you, me and some chick? — I think I win.” 

“I think you need to carefully consider the people who fall into the ‘some chick’ category. This one especially. She could probably benchpress you,” Clint replies. He’s calm about the whole scenario. He’s seen some shit over the years, and yeah, maybe Bucky is a whole different level of “what is my life now”, but Clint is also pretty great at lying. 

[themasterlesshawk]

nohalfmeasurcs:

Matt didn’t ask what Clint meant by that guy, but he supposed it made sense, Daredevil had been mentioned in the papers a acouple of times before and at least all of Hell’s Kitchen had at least heard about him. “Yeah, I probably have an idea of how it went anyway. There aren’t many options if you ended up in the middle of the trash, right?” He grinned. “You need help with anything?”

“No,” Clint said immediately. The response was, perhaps, too quick - practiced, even. “I’m fine, I can handle it. If they haven’t killed me yet, I doubt they ever will.” It was true, really - once you let Clint Barton get eyes on you, the fight was as good as over. However, Daredevil was still under the impression that Clint was a regular guy who just got on the bad side of some mobsters... Better a half truth than a complete lie, Clint figured. It was more believable that way, anyway. “Trust me, I’m an Avenger,” he added.