#[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades

[mastcrmarksman]

[ text: C. Barton 💜 ] Hey, if you've got any plans for the weekend, I recommend clearing your calendar. [ text: C. Barton 💜 ] Only because if things go according to *my* plans, you won't be walking until Monday. But for fun reasons this time. [ text: C. Barton 💜 ] Also, we finally have coffee again at the Sanctum. Sorry about that.

( assuming this is sent mid-week. also, i'm sorry for his dull contact name, but clint getting a heart is about as romantic as he gets as far a tech goes 🤣 )

[ Contact ; Stephen S. ⸺ Note ; Cute Stranger 💜✨]

[ sent ] ⸺ done calendar has been tossed out [ sent ] ⸺ friday counts as the weekend right? [ sent ] ⸺ do i get any more hints to your plans? [ sent ] ⸺ its just such a long two days away [ sent ] ⸺ i need something to tide me over [ sent ] ⸺ coffee my beloved :D [ sent ] ⸺ you are forgiven <3 [ sent ] ⸺ that deserves a thorough reward on your part

#look real talk clint's phone names we have seen in canon are boring too and first name full last nam initial. #so i just spiced it up for the fun of the meme/template and more fun to how he'd call people #but he would in fact call stephen cute stranger and stranger things a lot cause he's a nickname guy #[ VERSE; 616 ] All he ever needed was to trust his own wings #[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades #strxngetimes #[ ic ] strxngetimes #the coffee part is truly important he suffers stephen #so stephen will be kissed solely for that

[clintismoved]

Strangehawk playlist

Since I am quite proud of how these are coming along, I thought I'd share more of the playlists. This one is inspired by my ship with @strxngetimes (I love them so much).

#[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades #i gotta put more #[ MUSINGS ] Go out fight hard screw up save the world a few times; just keep taking the shots okay

[mastcrmarksman]

For your crack enjoyment:

Stephen, in the autozone, muttering under his breath, ❝ He's CRINGE FAIL LOSER BOYFRIEND, but he's my cringe fail loser boyfriend. ❞

Meanwhile in another scene on the Sanctum Sitcom ⸻

Lucky is giving a head tilt while Bats agrees that the humans (and one demoness) have really lost it. From both dogs perspective, they were obviously the brightest and superiors of the household. Anton and Aleistr are snuggled up somewhere in Satana's belongings (simps the both of them). Wong is nowhere to be seen, but one can assume he's at the Bar with No Doors or anywhere he can have some semblance of sanity.

⸻ as the Sanctum has turned into a warzone.

Now Clint finds himself closer and closer to professing for how deeply he has fallen for Stephen Strange. It's one of those unlikely match-ups that wouldn't make the most sense to anyone in any universe they come from, but by some strange happenings the multiverse spat them out at each other.

However, the man must have a thing for testing Clint's patience and ability to behave (and not in the fun way). He thought he was an okay landlord, always felt like he hosted the best Avengers barbecues, and so by this logic; he should be good at having a house guest, a new temporary roommate.

He should, but did he? Well, when Stephen told him that Satana would be going to stay with them (he had to mentally whisper to himself; i love this man, i moved in to this man's house); it was not going as swimmingly as it theorically could be. Although, he was Hawkeye after all, and anyone who knows his true colors and reputation, would say that everything was going about as par for the course.

The one of the first issue with Satana was that she was annoying. She took up space, planted herself where Clint normally would plant himself. The demoness ate his food, HIS FOOD, and dumped out the chocolate milk that he kept the refrigerator (he needed that; it was strictly off limits for anyone else).

Satana and Clint were short of throwing literal hellfire and arrows at each other. A few throw pillows and shoes have been lost in several skirmish battles when either of them were in piss poor moods ready to torment the other.

An arguement was brewing as Clint's recently fell for one of Satana's tricks and is currently smelling of rotten eggs and sulfur. He's not happy about it.

Clint's already fumbled with enchanting Stephen over bad pick-up lines and now? He's not getting this smell out with one shower. So much for trying again tonight. He's definitely making his home on the couch (or he could go back to the bed-stuy apartment collecting dust).

He's definitely rigging up a crossbow to shoot putty at Satana later when she gets back from whatever it was Hell's most annoying heiress does. And maybe he'd add more of Stephen's shoes too to the ammo pile.

#[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades #IM CRACKING UP TOO MUCH #i have so much writing this goofy one-offs #[ ic ] strxngetimes #strxngetimes #once again this is all i want in comic books please #@marvel comics publisher editor in chief vice president LOOK AT ME GIVE ME THIS

[clintismoved]

@strxngetimes said about Stephen ; #clint baby. you're dating an ice queen.#if you wanna freeze someone out. you could have picked anyone but elsa xD

Clint:

so you can tell the Strange-Barton household is.... going to be an interesting place when they argue.

#[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades #clint. no. #my son. #strxngetimes

[mastcrmarksman]

He's been gone for some time; it's been longer for Stephen than for Clint due to time dilation, so to say that Stephen missed him would be an understatement.

Pulling Clint into a kiss, he grins. ❝ So, should I get you a CHANGE OF ADDRESS form or...? ❞

He doesn't allow Clint to answer before his lips are on his again, and the Cloak of Levitation chooses to partake in their reunion with a very thoughtful and tasteful pinch to Clint's ass.

Time was always the greatest enemy of any superhero and their mind; Clint's battle with time had to do with how long it took him to recover form anything, where in someone like Captain America might be out of days, he was always weeks. Carol could shrug off a bad hit in hours, he'd still carry a bruise for days.

Stephen being away for weeks was bound to happen, would keep happening, because that's the nature of both being superheroes. Clint doesn't really take Avenger calls much these days; although he's repaired his place with them and he still wants to be an Avenger. He's just never the right fit for the call, and he has a duty to the Thunderbolts and city of New York. Although if anyone needed him for any world saving crisis he'd be there; he'd be there if Stephen needed him. Even if all things magical were way out of his depth. Or even something he was entirely comfortable with.

Staying at the Sanctum over the month had proven two things for him. Time away absolutely makes the heart grow fonder and the Sanctum might actually be home; like he might sublet his own apartment and only visit Bed-Stuy to keep up with being the neighborhood's protector and landlord for his building. He's gotten use to the mundane chores around the Sanctum; that it's felt like home.

Being there every night happened because he rather sleep in Stephen's bed. Clint's always known that once he's really with someone, he wants to be around them all the time. Ask any of his ex-girlfriends and they'd tell that he could quite annoying in that way.

There's a new stand with bunch of barren branches in one of the corners of the room with a hood light installed above; since magical snakes were still snakes and Clint figured that Anton and Aleister had been good enough, that he'd fix them up a basking tree which he had.

The kitchen's still a war zone, but Clint's positive that Wong has made peace that this was Clint's kitchen now too and he saw the man break out leftovers from the pasta that Clint had made. Bats has been getting walkies with Lucky three times a day. He's taken several messages, all transcribed onto sticky notes and put into a stack, for when Stephen returns to sort through and figure out if he needs to still deal with that.

All that unfortunately does confirm what one annoying visitor has said. He's become a houseboy, which had been offensive when Satana had said it. He didn't believe in anything, but he had to thank someone when she had FINALLY taken off.

Clint's done the best he can with staying here; but Stephen's still missing (not literally; just in his heart). He's even killed a monster; it was a really fucked up looking rat with eyes on its back and spider legs. He stored it in the freezer because as far as Clint understands; Stephen needs to eat monsters now and again. Well, the creature had really freaked him out, but it seemed big enough to make a small meal out of... so into the freezer it had gone.

Clint's currently assembling arrowheads when a wayward sorcerer came home. His work with the Thunderbolts recently had led him to getting into more situations where arrows were left behind (it's really heartbreaking this keeps happening). So he had to stock up on arrow shafts and remake a bunch of his trick arrows; it's intricate work. Especially when he's working with his putty or explosive heads. Luckily, he's simply spooling some cable that gets stashed on his quiver for when he needs to attack it to an arrow and make a zipline or anything.

Since there very well could have been explosive being set off when the dogs startle him with their barking and there stands Stephen. From the sight of him, he can tell that it's been possibly longer than the month it's been for Clint based on his hair alone. He looks good, however and Clint's not sure who pulls the way inward first since he has suffered terribly this past month. How dare he, he's had to put up with so much, and he needs to get his hands on him and his lips on him.

❝ You ⸻ ❞ He starts to say before Stephen's cutting him off with a question. CHANGE OF ADDRESSS. Considering Clint's has set himself up a little workshop for his arsenal and his Hawkeye gear is hanging up, still needing to be sent to get cleaned; the question is more on the nose. His neighbors have taken to calling him the Hawkguy again to tease him for how little they see him besides needing him for apartment maintenance or scheduling the building a handyman.

Clint should later debate if that's a serious query he should answer. It would be easier to burn his junk mail if it was coming to the Sanctum's address. It's something to consider, and ask Stephen if he'd like that too later.

There's no complaints that could possibly leave his lips before Stephen's covering them again. Good man, smart man, because Clint's always been known for his ability to complain about anything. This next kiss is interrupted and punctuated by a yelp from an emphasized HMPHT OH from Clint as something pinches his ass. It's definitely not a hand, he knows that much.

A hand strays to slip past and rub over Stephen's back, it's a gesture not for Stephen but for the Cloak. ❝ Hey there, Red, missed you too. ❞ His other hand, however, goes to grab at the front of Stephen in his garb, fingers hooking into the top of the collar and holding him still. ❝ You owe me big time. ❞ It's been a long month after all; and he's been lonely. Doing it solo just wasn't his style. ❝ If we're not wrapped up with Red in bed, in five minutes; you're in even bigger trouble. ❞

He can deal with arrow assembly later, although things later. First, he need to get reacquainted with Stephen, who realistically probably needed a shower. After, he can worry about making food, Clint needed to tell him about the monster rat in the freezer. ❝ I took so many messages for you and look, the Sanctum didn't fall apart. ❞ He thinks that actually may be Wong's doing, but Clint's taking the credit. If only because he's treating the sex they were about to have as one part of the many rewards he deserved for suffering for a whole long month.

#oops i made this long and turned it more into a drabble cause i got excited and wanted to write casue i jut lovee strangehawk #OH. IT GOT SO LONG. but they are cute. #i enjoyed this. i hope you enjoy reading this. #i just love these two?! so much?! #[ VERSE; 616 ] All he ever needed was to trust his own wings #[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades #[ DRABBLES ] #[ SAVED ] #[ ic ] strxngetimes #strxngetimes

[clintismoved]

The Cloak flutters over, doing a quick twirl before offering Clint a daisy.

There's a scowl set into his eyebrows, hardened lines of his face, as he gazes down at his cell phone. A text message conversation open that he's been staring at for the past five minutes; utterly destroyed by the message that he had received. It was not bad new or anything negative, not a text to receive that should rise any worries.

[ 📱✉️ ⸻ Katie Hawk ] ⸻ You dummy ⸻ That is the definition of living together ⸻ So that mean your apartment is free?

It wasn't rising any worries or souring his mood beyond the fact that once again he's been schooled by a twenty something year old. The nerve of that girl...

Any interruption is a welcome one as he shoves his phone into his pocket when a flash of red catches his eye, lacking a person underneath it but he has learnt since to pay attention. If asked about how many dogs he had now, he would say three. There's the obvious number one, being his own mutt, Lucky and then if you counted ghosts, then there was Bats the ghost dog who was a dog as far as Clint was concerned.

Lastly, and hear him out, there was the Cloak, which he was sure if Wong, Stephan, or any other powerful magic user heard him call the Cloak a dog would be offended; but look at the floating fabric. That's a puppy, whose twirling around in front of him. Clint can't quite determined what it was doing until it suddenly presented him with a daisy.

Magic trick, but see this proves his point. It wags its tail (flutters) and brings things to him (fetch) unprompted. Honestly, it has kind of grown on him. It really was like a cute puppy if you squint hard enough. He smiles, delicately taking the daisy from the Cloak, ❝ You have got to tell me where you hide things. ⸻ Thank you, Red. ❞ He has yet to find the pockets, but accepts thee gift proudly. Carefully, he tucks the stem behind his ear.

❝ How'd I look? ❞

#you can imagine the text convo between clint and kate #clint's like Red is a puppy you can't convince me otherwise #THIS IS ADORABLEE #i love the cloak #[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades #strxngetimes #strxngetimes; the cloak

[mastcrmarksman]

( stephen thinks he texted wong... he did not. early days sillies? )

[text] He's so hot, I briefly started texting like a straight person

A text from Doctor Strange isn't the most unusal, they've known each other for a few years. They worked in the same Avengers circles, while the overlap was smaller given an archer isn't normally needed for mystic work (even if the bow fits right in with a Ren Faire).

However what is unusual is the content of the text, which confirms something that he had been wondering. Stephen Strange isn't straight. That's a piece of information his brain will be holding onto tightly. This is fantastic news to him, for him.

[ Contact ; Stephen S. ⸺ Note ; Doctor Stranger Things🔮 Cute. ]

[ sent ] ⸺ who is so hot?

[ sent ] ⸺ cause id like to be the judge of that

[ sent ] ⸺ i think i have great taste in men

[ sent ] ⸺ how hot we talking?

[ sent ] ⸺ scale of fluttery butterflies to wank bank

Well, since he's texting Clint like one of the girls, it's definitely not about himself; which may be an egotastical thought of his, but a man can have his pride about his body, right?

#clint's also internally like damn bet its not me #this is the man you have the hots for stephen #fluttery butterflies to wank bank scale #[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades #[ ic ] strxngetimes #strxngetimes #[ VERSE; 616 ] All he ever needed was to trust his own wings

[mastcrmarksman]

☎️ 😘

Send ☎️ And I Will Tell You:

I'm sorry, Stephen, but you know this song was coming for your ringtone, and look Stephen, Stephen, buddy pal, the doctor can't always be in, close your "office hours", send the demons way; he just thinks that he should be allowed a little hostile to certain visitors at your door. You know Doctor Doom showed up and your boyfriend was SUFFERING

you know one of the flirty things clint does is call Stephen cute/handsome Stranger with a big grin, cause he's punny. also sleepy stephen <3

#[ STRXNGETIMES ] There was pain mixed with magic in his eyes and hands; wild dark beautiful magic #[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades #i love them so much. #clint's so dramatic about his boyfriend #[ ASKS ] Help! Drowning in Hawkeye fan mail!

[clintismoved]

VALENTINE'S APPLICATION

your name: Dr. Stephen V. Strange, MD, PhD

Romantic or platonic?: Romantic, platonic, and a secret third thing they keep censoring me for.

A night in or dinner out or an activity?: Dinner out, night in. Morning too if you're up for it.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Both. I'll even let you pick which you eat off me, and which I eat off you.

What's your perfect date?: You. Yes, I read the question correctly.

Would you cook for me?: No. Consider it a favor. You're welcome.

Would you let me cook for you?: Only if you can cook better than I can.

Can we make-out?: Yes, we can even make out while we have sex. How romantic.

Make out in private or in public?: Yes.

Do you like to cuddle?: Potentially. Yes.

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: The Cloak...It gets jealous.

Couch or bed?: Bed. We are not fifteen.

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: Curse breaking, rule breaking, bed breaking. Sometimes all at once.

Tell me something about you no else knows: When I was eight, I tried to pop an ear of corn on the stove and almost set the house on fire.

Why do you want to be my valentine?: One) Look at you. Two) You make everything at minimum twenty times more tolerable. Three) Look at you.

What makes you a good Valentine?: Pros: my mouth. Cons: my mouth. I'll let you pick which one it ends up being.

ACCEPTING ALL FEBURARY

❝ That's a lot of Ds in your title, but I think you're missing one. ❞ He means himself. He's the fourth D, arguably the most important D; okay, maybe the fifth D because real vitamin D sounded important. Not that he actually knows, but he is dating a doctor so he probably knew. Clint's feeling stupidly giddy about this, because the entirety of this is promising really good romps in the bed; and if he hasn't earned that after the past few years.

❝ Y'know I studied cooking in Italy. ❞ That's not the truth; he simply lived in Italy for a few months when he wasn't an active Avenger and Shield took full advantage; he's never been a real shield agent and he'd never want to be; but when in Rome, learn the secret tomato sauce or something like that. He only got the job because he already was fluent in Italian.

He is a good cook though, so @strxngetimes should take that up on his offer. Food was easy way to show affection.

❝ As an Iowan, I can hereby pardon you for your crimes against corn. ❞

All of this is leading up to sound like a fantastic Valentine's day; which he's not going to mention was the finalization date of his divorce. Bobbi told him it's weird he still thinks he has to mention that and that he should stop. ❝ I'm make sure to bring underwear and a toothbrush. ❞ Meaning that he absolutely was up for a morning after. Who wasn't? ❝ Just have the fixin's for pancakes and your favorite kind of berry or fruit; and you'll get very lucky. ❞ Clint'll even make pancakes, put in the whole nine yards.

#i love this #clint adores this thinks that stephen absolutley needs an additional D added WINK WINK #[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades

[clintismoved]

@strxngetimes I actually think about this a normal amount and that's often. I also love the art here. How they both look.

Anyways, in the comics, Clint dies in an event that happens before Civil War really breaks loose, and Clint's dead throughout Civil War, until the House of M stuff starts happening with Wanda, and a lot of reality fuckery happens. He dies like twice more by Wanda in these alt realities.

Anyways, when he wakes up from being dead and comes back from not existing in reality; he goes to Stephen first, first person to know he was alive, cause he trusts or knows that Stephen may have an answer. Anyways it's just a show of the respect he has for the Sorcerer.

Taken from New Avengers #26 (2005) / @strxngetimes may reblog this ( @mastcrmarksman / @starsnheroes so I can reblog this too )

#i love how they both look here #[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades #strxngetimes

[mastcrmarksman]

Clint could only enjoy the high of his climax for about 90 seconds before snickering could be heard in the distance.

❝ HEY GIRL. ❞ ❝ Come here often? ❞

@strxngetimes and clint will never get a moment to last, huh?

Now Clint was a man who liked sex, he'd say that he was particularly good at activity in a lot of ways. Several ways he was quite proud of. The particulaar pitiful dry spell had come to a surprising end when something started to click between him and Doctor Strange after so many years of knowing him. Seeing Stephen has been fantastic for getting some in the sexdepartment, but there always came two major caveats with that.

They weren't having as much sex as Clint's appetite may crave. This first caveat would be due to three major factors. Stephen Strange had many duties, most of them self assigned (mind you), and they could and did take him for varible amounts of time (he knows time doesn't work like how he knows it to; save the lecture, Stephen). There's the factor that Clint's in recovery and that's played a part in his body being sexually active or not. It's a thing, and Stephen being a doctor doesn't necessarily help with the whole embarrassment feeling.

In addition, Clint's a superhero himself that gets the call to go deal with this or that, from multiple sources; the avengers, the thunderbolts, and he was guilty of doing his heroing on the side (so he can't groan about Doctor Strange business too). There's also the interruptions because the world needs saving which means that may be four factors to caveat one alone.

Now caveat two won't come into play... until.... well... an example like RIGHT NOW.

The four reasons of caveat one were not present which meant that Clint finlly got the time to make Mister Tall, Dark, and Handsome into Mister Tall, Dark, and Horitzontal. Originally, he had started out with Stephen being vertifcal but after Clint had banged his knee quite harshly in to the wall (there's a goddamn bruise the size of an egg like he was a little kid), causing for Clint to yelp and Stephen to laugh. Due the minor injury, the couple had ended up taking things to the bedroom. Where the bed wwould be there to comfort the parts of them that were forty years old.

From there, Clint had felt his mood shift to desiring to dote upon Stephen. DOTE, HE DID. If there was an inch that he hand touched, that his mouth hadn't been, then give him a several minutes after this delightful bliss that was being warmed by Stephen's most intimate place. Panting above him, barely holding himself up until....

❝ HEY GIRL. ❞ ❝ Come here often? ❞

Well, there kills that thought of a round two to make sure that Stephen was thoroughly taken care of. Here arrives caveat two which often the main cockblockers of the house would be Anton and Aleister. The twin serpents were always intent in making sure that any lustful mood that Clint was in got snuffed out or took particular joy in ruining a moment. A moment that Clint won't say he was a little desparate for, if the bruise on his knee wasn't proof of that.

That's it, this is the last time he wears his hearing aids. He doesn't want to hear them again or any of their dumb comments especially when they came at the expanse of his (their) sex life. If only because this very moment would be undisturbed for Clint at least if he couldn't hear them; it's something that he's been meaning to talk to Stephen about. That thought is on pause as Clint slips out of his boyfriend unceremoniously because the only thought on his mind, is his annoyance with A&A, desparately needing to shoo them away so they can enjoy any moment at all.

He pushes his hair back, groaning in complaint as his hand searches for a pillow. Clint lobs the pillow (it is his pillow; he will regret this) in the direction to where Anton and Aleister had silthered in from. ❝ YOU TWO! ❞ If he sound particularly whiny, that would be due to fact that his high got cut short (and he's not happy about it). Stephen's temporarily abandoned to see if his pillow had found his targets. At least one of the snakes is under the pillow (they are fine; a pillow is soft and they can slither out).

❝ GET OUT! Moment ruined, good job. ❞ He points out, for their satisifaction and does he have to get up to shoo them out further? That's another conversation he'll have to have with Stephen, these two bastards.

Once they've slithered out, only then does Clint turn back to his boyfriend. Delicately he folds his arms over his chest and props his head on his arms to stare up at Stephen. The sight that the sorcerer would see is a man pouting, it is the only waay to describe Clint's face. A wistful sigh before he's asking, ❝ Where'd they come from again and can't we trade them for, I don't know, two magical puppies? ❞

A few more moments pass as he just lays on Stephen before he speaks again. ❝ Was that good for you? Need anything? ❞ Still a bit pouty, red in the face. Mood for round two is definitely still killed.

#[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades #will clint ever get to enjoy nice things? not if A&A have anything to do about it #anyways its still sunday here #hope you enjoy this read next time <3 #strxngetimes #strxngetimes; anton and aleister

[mastcrmarksman]

"You can keep throwing stuff at Satana, but can you make them not my shoes next time? I'll really don't want to have to go to Hell with one boot."

The boot had been the best option, really the only option when it came to one pesky demonesss. The dynamic between Satana and Clint has not improved from the lap sitting incident; which no, Clint will still not admit that it was an odd decision on his part and he could have waited round for Stephen to hopefully arrive home. He hadn't, but Stephen's since been forgiven.

At the very least, Stephen is not going to deter him from flinging projectives when Satana appears like a cockroach once again. ❝ Hey! Hey, I wanted something with a little thud and omfpth! The next closest thing would have been the enchanted sword still stuck in the wall. ❞ It's become Clint's coat hanger, to which he has been explicitedly warned against welding it.

He missses on purprose since he really doesn't intend to hurt her; he's not that type of guy but if it annoyed her since she can't touch him (win). ❝ Besides, your boot is probably in hell. ❞ It's not, it's really not. They both know it's a pile of ash in result to Satana setting it on fire. ❝ So you go to hell and come back with two boots, unless you lose the other one. ❞

That will be all Satana's fault, as is the first boot burning.

❝ I promise I will get you new shoes. ❞ He can't promise that he won't throw Stephen's shoes again. That's impossible. ❝ When it happens again. ❞ Grumbled under his breath.

#at least he's honest #satana vc clint war is my new thing i desparately want to be done in print #[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades #[ VERSE; 616 ] All he ever needed was to trust his own wings #[ ic ] strxngetimes #strxngetimes

[clintismoved]

"If anyone asks where we are for the next 48 hours, we're dead," he grumbles while still half asleep.

That's the exact kind of thing he wants to hear when the purple hearing aids are put in only for a hand to grab at the back of his shirt, a half mumble coming from behind him. That's possibility the best thing that he could hear getting up, there's one glance to his phone before it's set aside and he turns over to lay on top of Stephen, staring down from on top of him for a moment. ❝ Well, can't argue with that. Dead don't check their cell phones. ❞ Clint lays his head down after that, when was he to complain about shutting out the world. There's over forty avengers, they can call someone else.

#I GOT THROUGH TO ANSWER THIS. #[ VERSE; 616 ] All he ever needed was to trust his own wings #[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades

[clintismoved]

The Cloak brings over a box of darts and tilts its collar to the side, as if expecting a game to be played.

He's dealt with a lot of strange things in his life, that's not even to count when he's playing with the big league superheroes. He's been to freaking space, hijacked while he naked and ejected into space with two of his ex-girlfriends. He grew up in a freaking circus, yet he had not put had a magical sentient scrap of fabric actually like a dog.

It's not fetch, but holding up darts to him was very dog-like behavior. Clint surveys the room, no one seems to paying attention to him or the Cloak. ❝ No tricks now, I just got my wits; so you can only use your wits too. ❞ He tells the Cloak in the conspiratorial whisper.

Playing a game of darts with Clint for anyone was a losing game (for the other person). He wasn't kidding when he said he could play a perfect game, when he called himself one of the world's best marksman.

❝ Now I warn ya, I don't miss. ❞ He takes a dart, looks for a far and good enough target because he doesn't see any dartboard. ❝ You see that over there? ❞ He points to a spot in the room, had he gone insane? Does the Cloak even have eyes? Actually, he doesn't want to do that. Clint tests the weight of the dart in his hand, rotates it around and he readies the throw.

ONE ⸺ TWO ⸺ THROW. Look at that, he's landed his intended mark! ❝ Your turn to throw or chose where I hit next? ❞

#THIS IS ADORABLE ! I love this for Clint and the Cloak #Clint's just it's like a puppy.... i think... is this weird? #[ VERSE; 616 ] All he ever needed was to trust his own wings #[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades

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[ Contact ; Stephen S. ⸺ Note ; Cute Stranger 💜✨]

[ sent ] ⸺ Bats is always the MVP i love him

[ sent ] ⸺ lucky will thank you and me too

[ sent ] ⸺ oh you dont have to take the time to

Stephen was only suppose to check on his dog. Not say he'll be here. Clint forgets that people will care if he ends up in the hospital. Not his favorite of places to be.

[ sent ] ⸺ Felton at Mercy

[ sent ] ⸺ its no big deal

That's meant both on the hospital front and the pinned conversation.

[ sent ] ⸺ its normally just kate and i gave her a key

[ sent ] ⸺ and nat

[ sent ] ⸺ and my other exs

[ sent ] ⸺ and spider-man

[ sent ] ⸺ and bucky once

[ sent ] ⸺ shield too

The list goes on, he's smart enough to leave out the people who've tried to kill him.

#clint you aren't helping your case here at all #LOL stephen being insufferable to hospital staff #but alo clint has literal dozens of doctors and surgoens so i cant wait for that to bite both his doctors and clint in the ass #that his boyfriend is a doctor. world class surgeon. #[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades #[ VERSE; 616 ] All he ever needed was to trust his own wings #strxngetimes #[ ic ] strxngetimes