I'm going to do the right thing

Clint S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Avenger Certified disaster Part of the Inclusive Marvel Network

[amorverde]

to the window to the wall to the trash where i belong

[rosesinmisery-deactivated201311]

Reblog if you are a very insecure role player.

[nbbuckybarnes]

"Yeah, sometimes," they admit. Well, the arm itself doesn’t hurt, but the point where it’s attached does. hurts quite a lot sometimes in fact. But then that wasn’t exactly a priority for the people who installed it, was it?

This whole train of thought is skirting around memories that they don’t want to bring up. “Can we change the subject?” they ask, getting straight to the point. They’re sure nobody will be too happy if they have a minor breakdown in the middle of the avengers’ kitchen.

[well-intentioned-disaster]

"Yeah sure. Definitely. Sorry." Clint babbled.

"So, ummm..." Clint glanced around the room. "Whatcha doing here anyways? Are you waiting for Steve, or maybe Nat? I can, uh, make you something, if you want."

[nataliyaromanovas]

Natasha gave Clint a wry smile, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. "Thank you," she said, looking him up and down and taking in his crooked tie and tousled hair. "You need a hand with anything?"

Not that she wants to comment on his competence, of course - there’s no doubt that he’s an agent nearly as skilled as she is, and she knows already that his marksmanship is unparalleled. But if they’re going to pull this off, they have to look their parts, and Clint, to put it frankly, does not. She has no doubt in his abilities, but she’d rather if they went into this mission as prepared as they possibly can be.

[well-intentioned-disaster]

Clint stood in the living room, hands tucked in his pockets.

"I think I'm good... Why?" He looked down, pulling his hands out of his pockets and running them down the front of his clothes. "Is there something wrong? I don't have toilet paper stuck to my jacket again do I?" Clint spun around like a dog trying to chase his tail, trying to make sure there wasn't something stuck to his back.

[theicecap-blog]

"It’s kind of small, I hardly noticed it was gone myself," Steve said, leaning over slightly to watch Clint put in his code. Right—he’d have to remember that. He stepped in at the invitation, and looked around. Jeez, he wasn’t lying when he said it was a mess. Maybe it was just the contrast between how immaculate (empty) Steve’s own place was, but…

"Um," he went. "It’s a photograph. About this big." He held his fingers up to indicate an inch or two. "I’m not really…sure where I lost it. Um…but it doesn’t hurt to look, right?"

[well-intentioned-disaster]

"Oh man. It is small." Clint squinted and made a weird face. "Ummm... if its a photograph maybe we should start like on the fridge or counters or something, places where small things might've been hung up. Does that sound good?"

He paused again. "What does the photo look like anyways? Like, do you remember the colors in the photo, or maybe who or what it's of?"

[nbbuckybarnes]

"Yeah." They stretch their arm awkwardly. "It’s… not exactly normal for a prosthetic though." They know it’s advanced even for the technology of today, let alone when they got it, but they don’t like to think about that even though they don’t remember.

"It’s a long story. Which. You probably know already, because of Steve." They figure between the news and Steve having to give some explanation for why they’re around (as opposed to having died in 1945), most of these Avengers probably know at least a little bit about what happened to them. They’re not sure how to feel about that, either.

[well-intentioned-disaster]

"I know bits and pieces of the story from Steve, but not a whole lot honestly. I was sorta, well, gone when you showed up around SHIELD and Steve." Clint rubbed his arm sheepishly. He always seemed to be out of town when important things were going on.

"I do know it's made of metal. Does it hurt? Y'know, from like, temperature changes and stuff both changing the size of the prosthetic and also being in contact with the extreme temperatures that metal is known to take on in cold or warm weather and stuff."

[newvegaslesbian-moved-deactivat]

Mental Hospital AUs are absolutely fucking disgusting.

[roleplayaskmemes]

Friendship starter sentences!

“You’re my best friend, you’re supposed to tell me when I’m dating an asshole.”

“Bro-date, just you me and some nachos.”

“As your friend I’m allowed to tell you when you’re being an ass and you’re being an ass.”

“Remember that time we pretended we were dating because that creep wouldn’t leave you alone? Good times.”

“You’re not alone, you’ve got me.”

“Only you would find my offensive jokes funny.”

“I’ll be your wingman!”

“I know what you need, icecream and a bad movie!”

“No wonder people think we’re a couple, we eat pizza naked together.”

“Please don’t tell anyone, I trust you.”

“Don’t push me away, you’re my best friend.”

 “You’ve told me that story twenty times already.”

“You’re such a bitch/jerk, it’s a good job you buy me food.”

“Someone was talking smack about you, long story short I spent a night in a cell.”

“I’m only saying this because we’re friends, you can do so much better.”

“They think we’re together, I think we should play along.”

“No homo, but I love you like I love pizza.”

“I know we’re not kids, but I really think we should have a sleepover.”

“Are you eating my food?”

“Ugh, I can’t stay mad at you.”

"You borrowed this three months ago, can I have it back?"

[theicecap-blog]

Steve’s eyebrows went up at the suggestion. Left something inside? That was a good excuse. “Uh, yeah, it’s, uh…” he started, and then realized he had no idea what he possibly could have left in Clint’s room. He didn’t really carry that many things around with him, especially not into other people’s rooms.

"It’s kind of important." Whatever. That worked.

[well-intentioned-disaster]

"Oh, right. sorry. I should've noticed it, but the place is such a mess right now I don't really know where half of my own stuff is." Clint turned to the keypad and quickly punched in the access code. As the door slide open, he turned to face Steve again.

"Come on in. We can try to find whatever it is together."

[arodarcylewis]

Hanging at her sides, Darcy’s hands unconsciously mimicked his waving in a smaller, gentler scale. 

"Well I’ve never met you before today, so no worries about anybody thinking they’re gonna find you at some random college kid’s apartment. Need anything? Coffee?" She wasn’t sure why she was offering him coffee, it just seemed like the normal thing to do when somebody needed to ‘lay low’. 

Was there a ‘normal’ thing to do in that circumstance?

It wasn’t one she had ever found herself in before. Besides, they’d talked about coffee already, so she figured it was a safe topic.

[well-intentioned-disaster]

"I'm fine. Coffee sounds good." Clint nodded. He never really made it a habit to refuse anyone's offer of coffee. If nothing else, it would give them something to do.

[ironaspie]

"Flying around?" Tony nodded. "I can totally do that. Not a suit though. A bike? Some sort of small aircraft? Give me some parameters and I can totally work in them. Or I could do like, wings. Wings would be a good look." He frowned. "Scratch that, they would totally interfere with the shooting things."

[well-intentioned-disaster]

Clint cracked out a grin. "They would, but it would make the name Hawkeye even more appropriate."

[well-intentioned-disaster]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

[ofaltruxsm]

Notice: I am literally terrified of 99% of you. That's probably why I haven't ask to RP with you yet.

[well-intentioned-disaster]

reblog if it’s 100% okay for mutuals to tag you in a starter

[theicecap-blog]

"Oh, trust me, Tony’s been trying to get his hands on my shield since we first met. I’m not at a lack for upgrades," He said, leaning against the wall. He glanced at Clint’s door for a moment, before turning his eyes away again.

"Yeah, practice…would be nice. I don’t usually catch you training too often, though. Keep odd hours?"

[well-intentioned-disaster]

"Odd hours umm, you could. Say that." Odd hours and a little bit of odd locations, to be perfectly honest. Less than half of Clint's practice ever took place in an actual archery or shooting range.

Clint raised his eyebrows. "Is there something you need that's inside? If you left something in there I can let you in and help you look for it, you know."

[nbbuckybarnes]

"Hearing aids?" they say, surprised. But of course they wouldn’t have noticed, those things don’t look the same as they did back in the day. They know Steve was real happy when he found out about that.

"No - I mean they’re an improvement over your normal hearing right? But not, like a superpower."

They unconsciously glance down at their left arm. That’s not really a superpower either - sure, it doesn’t feel pain or bleed out the way a “normal” arm would, but it also doesn’t feel much of anything else so well, plus without it they just wouldn’t have an arm. So, no. “Not an enhancement.”

[well-intentioned-disaster]

"Yeah." Clint turned to the side, exposing and pointing to the aid he was currently wearing. "Yeah, it doesn't give me super hearing or anything like that, just let's me hear like everyone else."

Clint noticed the way Bucky looked down, possibly staring at his left arm. "Prosthetic?" He asked. "Sorry- I don't mean to be rude, it's just. I mean. Yeah."

[arodarcylewis]

"Yeah, I know Thor. He’s very tall. Lots’a muscles." Her head jolted a bit, slightly embarrassed. "But of course you already know that. And yeah, Jane thinks you’re neat. She says you make good coffee. She says nobody else makes it strong enough but you seem to make it with enough caffeine to actually get through a day."

Seeming to realize that she hadn’t yet addressed the purpose of his being there, Darcy shook herself. “Wow yeah sorry I’m being rude, oops. I’m working on that. Jane said you needed someplace to lay low for a couple of days?”

[well-intentioned-disaster]

Clint beamed when Darcy mentioned Doctor Foster's comments on his coffee. A lot of people complained about how strong it was good to hear about another soul who enjoyed it as strong as he did.

Clint made a wavy had gesture with his hands. "Nah, you're fine. Not rude at all. and uhh, yeah. I sorta got myself into some ah, deep shit and well Nat's out of the country right now and i need to keep a low profile with some people I'm not associated with for a while. If Nat was here I wouldn't be asking, i mean she's like an expert in laying low and disappearing, but, well yeah, like i said a little bit ago, she's umm. Not around."