Your eye in the sky

This is Clint Barton, better known as Hawkeye. I'm the world's greatest sharp shooter. I sometimes save the world with the Avengers. --------------------------------- Tracking: typicalclint --------------------------------- MA!: currently none ---------------------------------

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Dear Followers,

For private reasons, I’ve decided to create a main account blog for Clint Barton. If you’d like to till follow my antics please click HERE, and follow. I do hope we can get up to our own shenanigans and stuff :D

As for this blog, typicalclint, it will not be deleted. It will simply be archived for the sake of keeping record of my posts. Thank you so much for putting up with me. It’s been a great side blog experience. Now let’s dive into the legit stuff and thangs.

This message will be sent out throughout the day and stuff so that everyone gets the heads up.

Warmest regards,

Spade

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IMPORTANT

Dear Followers,

For private reasons, I’ve decided to create a main account blog for Clint Barton. If you’d like to till follow my antics please click HERE, and follow. I do hope we can get up to our own shenanigans and stuff :D

As for this blog, typicalclint, it will not be deleted. It will simply be archived for the sake of keeping record of my posts. Thank you so much for putting up with me. It’s been a great side blog experience. Now let’s dive into the legit stuff and thangs.

This message will be sent out throughout the day and stuff so that everyone gets the heads up.

Warmest regards,

Spade

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Lost For Words

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  It was almost pitiful how quickly her mood changed, how quickly his had changed. A moment that should have been filled with love and intimacy so cruelly interrupted as once again her own past came back to haunt her. Gone were the days where she had been under the impression she could now stop running, gone the security she had felt only minutes ago, and she was all too aware of how long and how much it would take for that security to be restored. 

Silently, almost as if it had been an order she followed Clint out of the building, sparing only one last glance over her shoulder at her home, their home. Something deep within her knew that it would be quite some time before either of them could return. 

On the street her gaze flicked from left to right, scanning the day to day commuters that went about their business. There remained a possibility that one of them, just one, could have been directly involved with what had just happened, but if she were to be honest with herself, she knew had that been the case, they would be long gone by now. 

" Okay, where do we go?" Her wits were slowly but surely coming back to her. Her face becoming an impenetrable mask as she moved away from him, mentally calculating what their next move would be " Out of the city seems to be our only option. If we can lead  threat into the middle of nowhere, it may be a blessing in disguise. At least then we’re not risking the lives of innocent people in the city" 

Before such a thought wouldn’t have crossed her mind, her own safety at the forefront, others forgotten, but in those days she was on her own, nobody to watch her back, nobody to rely on, now she had Clint, a man who had more than proved he would live and die for her, a fact that went both ways.

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"What makes you think we're not being watched now?"

Clint stayed relatively close.

"I say we get a feel for what's going on around us. If we get into a car, we may as well sit down in a 'to-go' box. I doubt this...this thing's left. We can go back to my hide away. The old building by the construction site. I know the area well enough and there's a number of blind spots I'm sure we can use to our advantage."

He turned around to face her, dead-on in the eye. 

"Do you trust me?"

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Louie S04E12 - In The Woods

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I don’t know what Tony is doing but I’m positive it involves alcohol

Good thing Hawkeye is recording it

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30 Day Music Challenge - Day 14: Song I want played at my wedding

It’s sappy enough for a wedding and this song has always made me cheery

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Do you know why I agreed to marry you? Because I’m scared….I’m scared and I’m selfish, and I can’t stand the thought of you being with anybody else! You’re mine!

- Natasha Romanoff (via backinblackwidow)

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[text{Charlie}] Hey!

[text{Charlie}] I'm lost and need a ride come and find me!

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Put one of these sentences in my inbox for my muse's reaction!

I never want to see you again.

Hey, smell this.

I love you more than purple skittles.

My parents don’t like you.

Run!

McDonalds is a perfectly balanced meal. Fries count as a vegetable.

Please, help me!

Why is everyone so stupid?

Does it hurt if I poke it?

We are never, ever doing that again!

Ew, don’t touch me.

Don’t put that in your mouth.

I want your babies.

Why did you kill him?

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"Nat, tell me how much you love me." -typicalclint

" How much I love you?" she repeated the question as she looked over to him. Even when it came to him, expressing feelings so truly was still a foreign concept to her, one that if she were to be perfectly honest still terrified her, but for him she’d try, she’d always try " You made me realise I deserved a second chance, that I wasn’t a lost cause after all… You made me realise that admitting I love someone isn’t all that terrifying, as much as it is a relief." she sighed and looked at him " You made me realise a great number of things, and above all else, you make me feel safe…. Wanted…. Something I haven’t felt in a long time… You make me feel as though I belong. With you at least."

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the avengers soundtrack + scenes

inspired by [x] and [x]

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Back Against The Wall : Natasha & Clint |Hollywood AU| { CLOSED}

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  Each minute that passed following her almost frantic call to him felt like an hour; Natasha pacing back and forth within her apartment. Suddenly it seemed as though the walls were closing in; a once open and airy space suddenly becoming enclosed and suffocating. 

On more than one occasion she found herself staring at the clock mounted on the wall; quite literally watching each second that ticked by. 

Surely it had been far too long already. His place wasn’t all that far from hers, was it? In reality it had been no longer than 15 minutes, 20 at the most, but in her mind it felt like an eternity.  

The roar of the engine caused her heart to drop in her chest; for reasons even unknown to her, she hadn’t expected it to be him. Perhaps she assumed he was humouring her, perhaps it was somebody else. The latter caused panic to set in, yet a relief settled when it was confirmed to be no more than him. 

The door crept open; her pale face peeking through the gap; deep circles settled beneath her eyes. 

Before so much as a word was spoke; a glance exchanged, she flung herself into his arms; a small red-headed whirlwind that latched onto him as if he were her lifeline; and in that moment he quite possibly was.  

After all, after almost 2 weeks, he had been the only other human being she had spoken so much as two words to. What a sorry state she was in. 

" I didn’t think you were coming" she mumbled into the side of his neck, her words somewhat obscured as she still refused to relinquish her grip on him "…. I didn’t think you were coming"

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He gave her a secure hug.  She was shaking. He could feel her entire frame shudder, and Clint figured it must have been the nerves. He felt sorry.

"Of course I came, I needed to be here. With you." His hand went to the back of her head, tangling his fingers through red soft curls, and massaging her scalp. He didn't give two shits how badly he smelled. All he knew was that, he needed her in his arms as much as she did.

"Can I come in?"

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