start me up & watch me go

Edie Barton. Simone Powell & Barney Barton's daughter. indepdent oc rp blog.written by Lea.

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tokillabarton:

unstoppable force of stubbornness, meet the source of your stubbornness. yes, it did run in the family but he’s 75 percent responsible for the way she defended herself against his behavior. still, he’s going to let it slip and have her take over this time, just because it is way too late to argue about anything.

with a deep sigh, eyebrows raised and clearly giving her the ‘ i’m not mad, just disappointed ’ look that he mastered thanks to both clint and simone, he finally replies.   “    okay, fine. but jus’ fer this time only. never again, okay ?   ”

“Never again - pinkie promise,” her eyes crinkle a little at the corners, and she leans over to press a kiss to his cheek. Victory to Edie Barton, all powerful and all mighty when it comes to outlasting her father. 

She pushes the chair at a leisurely pace, half-using it as a way to keep her balance as well - her plan working out even better than she’d originally thought it would. To keep his mind off his defeat, she throws out the first thing that crosses her mind: 

“Y’know, there’s a new Star Wars movie coming out soon...” 

[tokillabarton]

"I didn’t want to come here. You made me." - and this from grumpy teen or kid edie, because i love this child

   “   —- no, don’t say that.   ”  that is the one sentence he doesn’t ever want to hear coming from his daughter again. he knew children were like that, no matter how old they grew, they were going to question everything, and want the opposite of what’s happening. he was trying to give edie a good life, a simple but better life, so that she wouldn’t lead a life similar to his. it even hurt more, especially considering his situation with paralysis, edie was a miracle child, and they tried so hard to actually have her.

in all honesty ? his heart is broken because he said the exact same thing to his own mother when he was a kid.

    “    edie, listen. whatever y’do, whatever y’say, me an’ mom are gonna be proud a’ya.   ”    a quick smile,    “  ‘sides, we made ya so y’can take over th’world an’ show what yer made of.   ”

THIS IS HOW YOU LOSE HER. [ x ]@trickshotlegacy / @rapiertwo.

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tokillabarton:

you see, that’s the one thing he will never accept. no matter how much he’ll need it, no matter the situation he’s in, he will never accept anyone’s help, especially coming from his own daughter. he’s going to struggle on his own, and maybe slow others down, but goddamn he won’t accept a single push from someone else.

     “    yer tired ‘nough anyways, don’t let me tire ya even more.   ”

Ah, and there’s the fatal mistake : unstoppable force, meet unmovable object - the legendary Barton-Powell stubbornness, split across generations but facing off with no intention of losing. 

“I’m not that tired dad, come on---,” there’s no way she’s going to admit she might have overworked herself a little bit tonight. Nope. Not happening ( even though stopping for a few seconds at the cross-light is a challenge - a break from walking, sure, but a struggle to keep her legs from shaking too obviously under her ). 

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blndspxt:

He smiles at her innocently and takes the bow from her grip, gently, and tugs the string back all the way. “You get stronger by practicing, by working out.” When Clint had been Edie’s age he’d already been in the circus, so he was used to physical work young and he would help her work out if she wanted but it wouldn’t be anything like what he’d done, Clint didn’t know shit about kids and what they needed to stay healthy and safe but he could damn well figure it out.

“Want me to show you how?” Her parents will kill him. So be it. Barney’s been taking shot at him for years, hasn’t managed to make one stick yet. Simone scares him more but he thinks he can charm her.

“It’ll take a long time.”

“Yes, yes, yes !” She bounces on the balls of her feet, overjoyed by her success. It’s a mix of getting on over her parents and glee at getting to try something that has fascinated her for years, though at the moment, the first does take a backseat ( she’ll have time to feel very smug over her victory later ). 

“I’ll be the best student, Uncle Clint, I promise!” That’s actually a pretty serious statement, coming from her. Edie rarely does things halfway -- once she’s on a path, she does things 100% - and rarely gets too bored, even with a child’s attention span. 

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tokillabarton:

after her extremely tired hug, ( which he can understand, she’s been practicing for 4 hours non-stop now ) he immediately takes her bag, places it on his lap to rid her of the burden and starts rolling beside her.

    “   —- y’know i’m slow, edie.   ”

She rolls her eyes at his automatic reply, pushing at his shoulder lightly. 

“You keep saying that but you won’t let me push you either.” She hasn’t quite let her childhood fantasies of whisking down a very slanted sidewalk on her dad’s lap go yet, not that she thinks he’d go for it.  His slow pace doesn’t really bother her though - especially since Edie’s legs feel like they’d just collapse underneath her if she tried going faster than a leisurely stroll. 

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blndspxt:

He tries to keep his smile small, less like he’s playing a joke and more like an uncle just waiting for his niece to succeed. “Yeah, just like that.” He stands behind her and wraps his own hand lightly around her wrist where she’s gripping the string and tugs on it gently, barely enough to pull it back at all but it’s something and he wants to dissuade her from playing with his weapons until she’s older not crush her confidence completely.

“Looks like you just gotta get stronger, squirt.”

She follows his instructions, a grin lighting up her face at first, when the string moves -- but it disappears quickly once she realizes that the movement is only due to his intervention, and not any force of her own making. 

“That’s not fair --,” she doesn’t want to play with a bow and arrow in ten years, she wants to do it now. Not that she has much perception of time beyond a day or two, at this point, but it’s on principle. Still though, the idea of being able to imitate him properly is very tempting. 

“ ... How do I get stronger ?” 

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blndspxt:

Honestly, he should’ve known it was a bad idea to train with his niece around. She never could sit still for long and he hardy blamed her, he’d never been good at that either. But like hell he was going to give her his weapons to play with, no matter how fun they were. So he kneels down so they’re eye level with his bow in one hand his quiver across his back to keep the arrows from her reach.

“If you can pull the string fully back you can play with them.”  There not a no so he still gets to be the fun uncle but impossible for her, it’s set to his strength. 

“Awesome !” 

As far as she’s concerned, that sounds like a terrific deal - it doesn’t even occur to her that her uncle might be setting her up to fail. She’s going to be horrifically disappointed later ( how could you, Uncle Clint ). She takes the proffered bow, letting lose an “umph” of surprise at the weight of the thing. In her mind, she’d pictured herself hefting it up as easily as a feather, like him and Auntie Kate. Her respect for them goes up a notch. 

“... do I just pull?” 

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@blndspxt

“Can I try your bow ‘n’ arrows ? Please ?” 

Let’s not mention the fact that her parents had been extremely opposed to the concept when she’d tried going through them, the first time around. See ? She’s being strategic ( and probably getting herself in big trouble, when the pile of cards inevitably comes crumbling down, but shh ). 

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@haroldbarton

“Boys are jerks.” 

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“I can’t decide - do I dress up as Auntie Kate Hawkeye or Uncle Clint Hawkeye ...?” 

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Which villain do you see as the scariest?

“None of them, ‘cause I know Uncle Clint and his friends can kick all their asses.” 

It’s a bit of bravado and truth mixed together - but a more honest reply would be closer to: she doesn’t want to think about it. Because if she admits that they scare her, then that means she doesn’t think her family can defeat them. And that’s a thought she refuses to have. 

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blndspxt:

“It makes me very happy. And when you learn enough we can make fun of people together without anyone knowing.” That’s a good lesson to teach your young niece, right? For sure. And besides Simone and Barney know ASL so it won’t be just them. He and Barney used to use it for that purpose as kids, still do more often than either of them really admit. “Thank you for leaning that, squirt.”

As far as she’s concerned, he’s just offered the Holy Grail of incentives for her to learn more ASL -- making fun of people without risking trouble for it --? Awesome. She grins largely, claps her hands together in delight. “Can you tell me how to say stupid??” There’s so many people who could use that description, she feels that it’s a pretty good place to start.

“No prob, Uncle Clint.” And she re-signs I love you for good measure - because she thinks it’s a sentiment that he could use a reminder of. 

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blndspxt:

When he talks now he makes sure to sign along with his words, signing slowly for her to try and have a chance to actually catch the different gestures, it’s a little hard for him because typically when he’s signing as conversation it’s with Barney and they fly through the symbols, both having learned this since they were boys.

“You were great, it was perfect. Thank you for learning that for me.”

She’s delighted, a wide grin on her face at the compliment. Her parents had implied that Uncle Clint would be pleased with her efforts but she hadn’t quite realize how much - and it makes her feel really warm inside. Edie wants to hug him but she doesn’t want to miss the gestures he’s demonstrating for her either, so she settles for wriggling in her seat excitedly, nodding along before repeating the signs once he’s finished.

“I’m happy !! I like learning this, especially if it makes you happy too.” 

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blndspxt:

A smile slowly spreads across his face the moment he sees her but the second that he understands what she’s trying to do he can’t help but let his eyes widen and get on his knees so that they’re closer to eye level. When she does signing Clint reaches out to put a hand on her wrist, pulling her into a tight hug for a moment before letting her go so that he can sign at her, his movements slow and perfected for her to see, signing his love back at her. “Who taught you that?” He asks it with his words and his hands, if she wants to learn more he is more than happy to teach her.

She beams, delighted that she’s gotten the gestures right and her uncle seems so happy about it. She’s glad -- the effort was definitely worth it. It’d taken a while too, mostly because she tended to get over-excited and rushed through the signs without leaving enough time to comprehension. 

“Dad taught me the signs and mom helped me practice them so I’d be really really good.” 

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@blndspxt

She tugs on his sleeve to catch his attention ( it would kind of defeat the logic of what she’s about to do if she actually called out to him ), waiting to make sure his eyes are on her before starting. Carefully, she points to herself, before forming an X with her fists over her heart and then directing her index finger towards him.