#sad clint

[frenchfriedgiraffe]

from all-new hawkeye #5

this comic is so sad but this one line is too funny not to draw

#also this panel only covered like a teeny part of his face so i had to fill the rest with a few educated guesses #i have so many problems with this issue but love this part #also its just so sad :( #hawkeye #clint barton #clint barton fanart #all new hawkeye #dare i say hawkeye whump #my art

[hainethehero]

Steve Rogers as the unknown artist headcanon...

I always have this headcanon that no one knew about Steve's love for art or his talent for painting and drawing. So when they keep finding amazing portraits and paintings of themselves in their purest forms - not their superhero counterparts- but them doing the most mundane things in regular clothing, they get sort of wary that it's some art-themed villain who took the joke too far.

But then one day a stupid villain crashes the Tower through Steve's room and they all burst in ready for a fight, only to see that Steve's already got the guy wrapped in rope and secured to the floor while he grumbles softly, covered in paint, trying to gather what's left of his art supplies.

And Tony almost goes to make a sarcastic quip but Bucky and Natasha stop him when they see Steve's sad little pout as he picks up his broken easel.

#steve rogers #sad steve rogers #captain america #artist steve rogers #avengers #tony stark #clint barton #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #chris evans #rdj #stony #stucky #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #the winter soldier #bottom steve rogers #steve rogers is a sweetheart

[pasta-pardner]

ok so u know that feeling when u go out to a store and you notice that the cashier is Obviously Gay-- bc their hair/pins/vibe/whatever are a giveaway-- and u wanna let them know that you're Also Gay, but you cant mention it verbally bc that would be Weird, so u just sort of stare at them real hard hoping to telepathically communicate???

thats what this scene is to me.

#mantimer #mancomer #for a few dollars more (1965) #i need every grocery store clerk to know that im gay . cant for the life of me explain why but i need that. #on another note! im rewatching fafdm for the billionth time (but now in 4k uhd bc i finally bought the disc) and uh #wow . good fucking movie. love it so much . i think more movies should have silly scenes where two rivals get into bespectabled stare-offs. #or-be-binoculared? be-telescoped? to be quite frank-- im not sure what the term for this is: they are looking at each other thru Equipment. #no one is doing it like them (this is so sad) #dollars trilogy #tmwnn #manco #douglas mortimer #clint eastwood #lee van cleef #westerns #🤠 #🍝 #videos #pardner posts

[taz-metamals]

Not me listening to Dream It To Now! on repeat while I avoid dealing with my feelings from the Steeplechase finale

#it was beautiful #and left me with so many questions #also I’m sad that it’s over #I’m just gonna pretend it’s not for a while #Justin really did such a fabulous job with this campaign #i love it so much #the adventure zone #taz steeplechase #dream it to now #justin mcelroy #travis mcelroy #griffin mcelroy #clint mcelroy #beef punchley #montrose pretty #emerich dreadway

[dctrlover1969]

#him talking like that about himself is sad 😥😥 #clint barton #hawkeye #tony stark #iron man #avengers/defenders war #marvel comics

[littlepawz]

It’s been one of those weeks...

#sad but true #dumb folks #ignorance is bliss #shaking my head #Clint Eastwood #LOL #sometimes you have to laugh #on my last nerve

[iriel3000]

Goodbye, my Spider

Whumptober day 24: Goodbye Note

Goodbye, My Spider

Summary: There is a note on the nightstand. Post Snap. Why Hawkeye became Ronin.

The afternoon sun beamed though the curtains forcing her awake. Natasha rolled over to discover she was alone in the king sized bed.

"Clint?" She listened for the usual sounds of him in the kitchen in the morning.

Nat swung her legs over the side and stood, only to ease back down, hand to her forehead.

“Clint?” She called louder, looking around the bedroom. A couple of dresser doors were open and hangers she swore had clothes on them the night before hung empty in the middle of the closet. His bow and quiver were in the corner, but the pistol was missing.

A folded piece of paper under her tea cup on the nightstand caught her eye.

Nat,

Sorry, but I drugged your tea last night. I knew you’d hear me when I left. Please don't bother with any of the safe houses, I won't be there.

Natasha rubbed her eyes trying to shake off the effects of what he gave her.

You once called me your anchor and said that I grounded you, but I've only held you down.

“What? No.” Was this a joke?

I was supposed to be there for you and have your back but I failed. I stayed home because I thought family was what I was missing.

It wasn't. It was you.

And because of that I have to leave.

tbc, please click link above

#whumptober2023 #no. 1 #goodbye note #marvel #clintasha #fic #sad #hawkeye #clint barton #black widow #natasha romanov #strike team delta #clint x natasha

[seadem-on]

#the good the bad and the ugly #eli wallach #clint eastwood #tuco ramirez #art #fanart #i love them #Instagram #pls check out the artists’ page #its so cool #tuco catching up to blondie after sad hill #blondie did not expect him to catch up so soon but deep down is happy to hear his laughter again #he understands tuco turned up as a friend when Tuco puts his gun away saying it was just a joke #blondie freezes as tuco places a hand on his hip and squeezes #arent you gonna buy me a beer my friend

[katethewriter]

What do you think Clint’s letter was like in “last wish” and his reaction to her death

Oooooo I actually thought a lot about this while building the story, sooooo..........

here's a little drabble in bullet format :)

Clint's Letter

words: 850

If you haven't read Last Wish, you should probably read it first :)

Clint tried to call you immediately after getting off the phone with Wanda.

When you didn't answer, worry gnawed at his stomach.

He immediately grabbed his keys.

He’s almost there when Bruce calls and tells him to come to the compound.

When he got there, Clint saw Nat sitting in the common area with her head in her hands.

He was actually happy to see her for like 0.0001 second before he realized she was crying...

crying like she did when Wanda was dusted

His heart falls to his stomach. He’s too scared to ask.

Bruce enters with a very broken Wanda lingering in the doorway.

“Where is Y/n?”

No one speaks. The two women only cry harder at the sound of your name.

“Where is my sister?!?!”

Bruce is the one to answer him, "she brought Nat back.”

"How?"

The green gentle giant looks up regretfully, "she traded herself."

Clint turns to the widow.

All she can say between sobs is “I’m sorry.” She repeats it over and over again. "I'm so sorry."

He shakes his head in disbelief, “no.”

He didn't want to believe it. You wouldn't leave him. You wouldn't leave your family.

Would you?

But here Nat is, and Clint knows the constant, excruciating pain you have felt since you came back with the soul stone.

Pain tears through his body as the reality of the situation sinks in.

You're gone.

His baby sister, his teammate, his partner at game night, his best friend, all gone.

As quick as it came, the pain melted in unfiltered rage. He turns to Wanda standing in the doorway,

and the screaming begins...

"YOU DID THIS!"

"You resented her from the moment you came back!"

"What did you say to her?!"

"SHE LOVED YOU, and you hated her!"

"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO HER?"

"She did this for you! YOU MADE HER DO THIS!!!"

"ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!?!?!"

Bruce has to grab him before he does something he can't take back.

"If I ever see you again-"

Bruce drags him out of the room to cool off.

Once they're alone in the conference room, Clint collapses onto the floor. Lying on his back, he stairs up at the ceiling.

Grief overcomes him, and he sobs, crying your name every so often.

Eventually, he works up the courage to go home with your unopened letter shoved in his pocket.

He refuses to read it.

Reading it means accepting them as your final words, and he's not ready to do that.

He wants to destroy the letter, but you wrote it for him. It's the last thing you'll ever write for him.

So, he tosses it in a drawer in his bedroom and leaves it there.

... until the day Nat shows up on his doorstep looking for a place to stay.

She tells him about the fight, about the memory Wanda shared, about the guilt and pain on your face when Wanda blamed you for Natasha's death.

How nothing is worse than the moment Wanda said she'd trade you for Nat.

She tells him about your letter to her. How she's trying to honor your wishes by forgiving the witch, but she's not sure she can.

Clint's anger returns, but more so, does the pain.

The regret of knowing you were hurting so much, and there was nothing he could have done to stop it.

That night, he finally opens your letter.

There are so many "I'm sorry"s.

Sorry for leaving him. Sorry for not being strong enough. Sorry for not telling him your plans. Sorry for not saying a proper goodbye.

There are equally as many "thank you"s.

Thank you for being my big brother. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for always being there when you needed him.

Then you make a request.

You ask him not to blame Wanda. You love her deeply, and you made this decision, not her.

You ask him to look after your girls. You don't want them to be alone. You want them to be happy together. You plead for him to help them get through this.

You end with an "I love you" and "until we meet again"

Clint cries that night..... and for several nights after that.

but he makes a promise to do as you ask.

He starts with Natasha, building her back up while she stays with him. He can't fill the hole that's missing, but he can help her learn to live with it.

Several times he tries convincing her to reach out to Wanda, but every time, she says that she is not ready yet. He respects that.

Eventually, he works up the courage to check on Wanda himself.

It's not easy, but she has to check that she's ok. He promised.

When he learns of her desperate plans, he runs home to get Nat. She's the only one that can pull Wanda out of this.

He's the one to finally convince her to go back to the house.

He's the one to bring them back together.

Now, for the really hard part:

the healing,

and he'll help them through that too.

#wandanat x reader #barton!reader #clint barton x reader (siblings) #last wish #clint's letter #grief #mourning #loss #wanda x reader #natasha x reader #wanda x natasha #wandanat #fem!reader #angst #all the angst #with a happy ending? #this is sad #grab a tissue #avengers #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #clint barton #bruce banner #wanda x nat x reader #wanda x reader x natasha #askkate

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Hii!! First of all, I think it’s obvious but I have to say it, you are the absolute best Kate bishop writer on this mf app, honestly I adore all your fics because you get her character perfectly and it’s just amazing how on point she is.

So I wanted to request, if it’s possible and you feel inspired because I know for a fact that angst is just about luck for inspiration, a Kate bishop x fem!reader in which reader is a red room black widow and they are in a relationship (Kate doesn’t know about her being a black widow), and then reader gets assigned to kill Clint, she knows that Kate and him are close so reader decides to break up with Kate to make things easier when inevitably Kate discovers reader’s occupation. The point is that reader wants to break up with Kate in a way she knows Kate will hate her enough to not be hurt when she kills Clint. I hope it’s clear ;( English is not my first language I’m so sorry. Anyways thank you for your time even if you don’t feel like it’s your kind of thing, I know you haven’t written anything too angsty like this. 💙

Killer

Summary: You can’t live two lives forever.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x female!reader

Warnings: angst, death, violence

Word count: 1248

a/n: ahaha I’m nowhere near the best, but I’m very glad you like the way I write Kate! And please do send me angsty requests!! I love writing angst. And please never apologize for English not being your first language <3 it’s not mine either :)

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13

The next target is Clint Barton.

Pursing her lips together tightly, Y/N stares at the text. It’s from an unknown number, but she knows who it is. This isn’t the first time she has gotten a kill target after all. However, usually the targets were people Y/N didn’t know. They were easy kills. Clint too would be easy if she didn’t know Kate, her girlfriend of one year. He is almost like family to her.

“Shit.” Y/N mumbles, rubbing her forehead as she tosses the phone away. She stays standing in the middle of her living room while coming up with ideas on how to successfully do the mission.

She thinks about the consequences of killing Clint and not killing him. As she paces around her apartment, she makes her decision. At the end of the day, Y/N is a Black Widow assassin over anything else.

Y/N knocks on the door. Her hands are steady and her heart beats normally, but she still feels slightly nervous. As the door open, Kate pops her head through the crack, huge smile spreading to her face when she notices Y/N behind the door.

“Hi!” She opens the door wider and lets Y/N inside her apartment. “What’s up?” Closing the door, Kate leads Y/N to the kitchen to pour a glass of water for both of them.

“Just wanted to talk.” She mumbles and takes a sip of the water.

“Okay.” Kate continues smiling, but it falls a little. She’s worried. Having known Y/N for a while, Kate has learned some of the way to tell what she is feeling, though it was very difficult at the start. “What did you want to talk about?”

“We need to break up.”

The way Y/N says the sentence makes Kate freeze. It’s so emotionless and quick, like she doesn’t feel anything while saying it. “W- what?” She frowns, tears immediately building up in her eyes.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

“But..but why? I don’t get it.” Kate takes a step closer. “What happened? I-I don’t understand. I love you and I thought you love me too.”

“I just need to-“

“What do you mean you need to?” Kate’s voice raises a few pitches as she tries to desperately understand where this is coming from. “I love you!”

“I don’t love you. I have never loved you.” The words are harsh, but they’re needed. They hit Kate like ice.

“What?” Kate whispers. “Stop. We can talk about this.”

“I do not love you, Kate.” She emphasizes every word of the sentence, as if talking to a child who doesn’t understand words properly. Kate goes to open her mouth, but Y/N cuts her off quickly. “I was never really in a relationship with you. I’m an agent and all I wanted with you was intel on the Avengers.”

A cold flash goes through Kate’s whole body. Her mind is going everywhere at once. She knew there were risks and obstacles if she became an Avenger, but she never thought she’d get fooled this badly.

“It’s too bad you’re so naive and desperate for love. You never saw this coming, huh?” Y/N forces a mocking grin to her face. “So stupid.”

Kate stays mute, eyes wide. She doesn’t know what to say or do.

“For a year.” Kate gasps silently, feeling like all the oxygen around her disappeared. “You didn’t love at any point?”

Y/N holds on to the doorknob, clenching her teeth together. Without an answer, she opens the door and steps out of the apartment, leaving Kate crying alone.

Y/N is wearing her Black Widow suit, having multiple weapons attached to it. Today is the day she is going to kill Clint Barton.

She’s standing on top of a roof, giving her advantage to see further away as she waits for the target. He should walk through a street near the building soon. That gives Y/N a perfect opportunity. It’s further away from other people and a lot of the buildings are abandoned. So she doesn’t have to worry about witnesses.

Y/N curses when she finally notices Clint walking through the street. He isn’t alone. Kate is there right next to him. This isn’t what she wanted, but she has to work with it. Luckily to her, they don’t seem to have any weapons on them.

Jumping from roof to roof, Y/N finds a latter to descend from so she’d be in front of the pair. She waits for their steps to get louder behind a wall, gripping a gun on one of her hands.

When they are close enough, Y/N steps around the corner, her fist forward to shoot a widow’s bite towards Clint. He groans and falls down to her knees.

Kate gasps and snaps her head towards Y/N. Her eyes widen when she recognizes the person in front of her. “Walk away.” Is all Y/N says to Kate.

“Y/N…” Kate tries her best to keep her voice calm and collected. Slowly she lifts up her hand towards Y/N, not wanting to do any sudden moves. “Don’t do this. You don’t want to this, please.”

“Walk away.” Y/N’s voice is stronger now. It’s clearly a warning.

“Run away, Kate.” Clint grumbles, starting to recover from the shock.

Glancing at Clint, Kate shakes her head. She goes to charge towards Y/N, but falls to the ground as a widow’s bite hits her as well. “No!” Clint yells as he stands up.

He and Y/N start fighting by hand, the assassin clearly overpowering him. After a few minutes Kate gathers up her power and stands up to help Clint with fighting, but as she steps towards them, a shot rings out.

Kate grimaces. She falls back down to the ground. The bullet hit her thigh, not any important vein, but it still hurts too much to move. She screams when Y/N slashes her knife against Clint’s face, cutting deep. He falls down as well. He is breathing raggedly as he stares at Y/N.

“What do you want with us?”

Y/N doesn’t answer. She throws away the used knife and points the gun towards Clint.

“Please, please Y/N, don’t do this.” Kate starts pleading. “If you ever felt anything towards me, please stop.” Y/N takes the safety off of the gun, slightly tightening her hold of the trigger. As Kate realizes she can’t get through Y/N, she turns her attention to her mentor. “I’m sorry, Clint, I’m so sorry.” Kate cries, looking at the scene in front of her. “It’s my fault. This is all my fault.”

Tuning off Kate’s cries and pleads, Y/N takes the shot, successfully completing her mission. She stares at the body in front of her, before putting her gun back to the holster. She glances at Kate, who is kneeling on the ground, sobbing her heart out.

“No! Why did you do that?!” Kate shouts on the top of her lungs. Nothing changes in Y/N’s expression as she continues staring at her. Kate presses her lips together as she holds eye contact. “There’s nothing inside you, is there?” Her voice cracks. “You are a monster.”

Y/N doesn’t even blink. She walks away as Kate starts crawling towards Clint’s lifeless body. Taking out her phone, she clicks her contacts number.

Target is eliminated. Waiting for next one.

#marvel #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #mcu fanfiction #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop fanfiction #kate bishop x you #kate bishop #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x y/n #angst #angst with a sad ending #no happy ending #clint barton #kate bishop x clint barton

[scavengerssuccotash]

How do Clint and Natasha deal with nightmares?

Ohhh the nightmares! The kinds of nightmares that plague are duo pale in comparison to our own. It’s only natural that their fears would manifest in truly frightening ways.

This will not be a happy read unfortunately. :(

Clint’s nightmares before Loki were a walk in the park. Memories of his foster father and the abuse he dealt jolted him from sleep so many times over the years that he’s had to develop a way to catch sleep wherever he could. Cue the power naps. (Thanks Jeremy!) The aftermath of his Pre-Loki nightmares usually meant a change of sheets since he sweat through them and a quick shower. He always keeps a cup of water by his bed too, getting ripped out from his dreams makes him parched. Once him and Natasha started sleeping together his return back to reality was less of a cinder block to the face and more of a pat on the cheek. Literally. While it’s generally advised to not wake a highly trained assassin in the throes of a nightmare, Natasha’s able to dodge the haymaker and bring him back to the present with a firm and quick, “Clint!”

The after-Loki nightmares are Clint’s own personal hell. His imagination, supplemented no doubt by Loki’s promise to have him kill Natasha “slowly, intimately in every way he knows you fear”, is far too powerful for a slap to the cheek to overcome. They had to get creative as a necessity. Even though she wants to touch him when he cries out she can’t. Of the times she did she ended up on her back and Clint woke with his hands on her. Natasha’s usually able to slip out of his holds, but there’s something about the abject pain in his voice that decimates her and overwhelms her better nature. She has to let it play out, and watch on the other side of the room with her face in her hands until Clint fights out of it on his own. She knows he’s awake by the time he falls out of bed and sobs into his hands.

Eventually, through time, patience and a lot of observation they figure out the triggers that induce these nightmares. It’s usually after a particularly difficult mission, one where he makes a mistake or slips up or the ones where he can’t keep her in his line of sight. After those, and afraid that it can trigger a nightmare they prep him with calming teas, long cuddles sessions and even longer assurances that she’s safe (and more importantly safe with him). They switch the bedding together, all soft sheets and even softer pillows. Calming scented candles are lit and weapons are removed from their bed side drawers. Once he’s asleep Nat waits outside the bedroom for a good thirty minutes, if she doesn’t hear Clint thrashing around it’s safe to say that he won’t be having a nightmare that night. On the good days when he wakes without a nightmare they make very gentle very tender love in the morning hours. It’s painfully tender and breaks Clint’s heard every fucking time. (Yeah, Loki really fucked them up both. I wish this was happier but it’s just not. It’s sad and angsty and it makes me incredibly sad. But they still have each other and that somehow makes it easier to bare)

The aftermath of Natasha’s nightmares is scary at the least and downright terrifying at most. Clint’s woken up more than a few times with her hands around his throat. Clint’s forced to get physical, which he hates because unlike on the mats Nat doesn’t pull her punches when she’s in the throes of her nightmares. She goes for the kill and fights like hell. Gradually though much like what they’ve discovered with Clint’s they find the triggers. Strike Team Delta will only take the child trafficking missions if it’s a last resort, the aftermath just takes too much out of the both of them to be fully operational the day after. They tried the teas, they tried meditations but they aren’t that effective long term. Strangely enough white noise seems to help though they don’t know why. Nat alternates between rain and nature documentary. Natasha’s a crier after, completely soaking her pillow with snot and her eyes are puffy and swollen by the time she’s able to calm down. Before Clint she had no one to talk to so she just bottled it up and let it fester. Now though Clint will force her to talk it through and she’s grateful even if they are both dead tired the next morning. Clint’s always comforting too, all hushed warm tones and hair brushing with the occasional dropped kiss to her forehead. They don’t have sex after but he does shower with her in the morning and help braid her hair.

Sleep doesn’t come easily for either of them, but it gets better with time, patience and most importantly with understanding that their nightmares are just their brains working through the trauma. It will pass with due time and as long as they have one another at the end of it they’d gladly sacrifice their sleep schedule in the meantime.

(Hi, yeah that was sad! But hey don’t worry it gets better I promise, now here’s a tissue. Good. Now blow! Good! See all better!)

#ask me #this shit was sad man #sleep and assassins #like oil and water #clint barton #hawkeye #clintasha #natasha romanoff #black widow #personal #fandom #headcanons

[bilbao-song]

do any of you live in/near nashville and want to go to this??? i have two tickets but i can’t go :( i will give u the tickets for free just let me know in the next few hours

#:( i am Sad #clint black #i’m too far away to make it happen lmao rip #nashville

[hainethehero]

Headcanon of Steve just having isolated moments of utter nostalgia, and the resultant melancholy from it is so debilitating that he has bouts of depression for days...

Like, one day while they're hunting for some random villain of the week, they get caught in a heavy downpour. And everyone filters into whatever shelter is available to keep out of the frigid wetness, but Steve... Steve remains. He stands as still as a marble statue, raindrops pelting down upon him, dripping down his skin just like it had all those years ago.

It's so oddly profound to him in that moment... that, the rain smells the same.

It looks the same.

It even sounds the same!

Then he'll remember his sweet Mama, the Howlies. Peggy's easy, confident smile. Hell- even Phillips. And Bucky. He can feel the blazing warmth of Bucky's strong hands around him, keeping him safe and cosy. The memory is so real that he takes a step forward to touch it.

That he can close his eyes and almost take himself back to the good days.

But then Tony's voice crackles to life in his ear. He's back in the future. Back in the never-ending machine of robotic nonsense. Back in the twenty-first century where the cold never seems to melt away from his skin. Where Bucky is just someone from the history books. And where there's no one on the planet who can remember him from his time.

He returns to his team with a shattered heart, thankful for the rain only because it hides his tears. But they can all see how they're red-rimmed from sheer grief. They don't poke fun at him, not even Tony is that cruel.

Instead, they get him safely back to the Tower where Bruce swaddles him in piles of blankets, Tony makes him a hot cup of cocoa and the rest of the team curls around him and keeps him warm. Safe. Protected.

After a few days of the cuddle pile (because they refuse to leave him alone, especially Thor), the nostalgia doesn't seem so bad.

#steve rogers #steve rogers headcanon #captain america #bucky barnes #stucky #tony stark #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #clint barton #thor #the avengers #avengers 1 #mcu #marvel #depressing shit #steve rogers is depressed #sad steve rogers #steve rogers whump #let steve cry #steve rogers trauma #i acknowledge your pain bby #cuddles #snuggle pile #sad thoughts

[benjinoff13]

I often think about how many things there are that natasha just couldn’t do before she joined shield, things that seem normal to people like clint and maria but that nat was just never taught

The clothes she wore were provided by the red room or they were clothes she bought herself for undercover assignments, she wore her clothes until they smelled bad, got tears and holes in them or until they were covered in blood, either way, she never learned to wash them, so maria teaches her, one night they meet in the laundryroom of the helicarrier and maria teaches her to separate her lights and darks, to wash her delicates separately, and to always check if her whites are just white so she doesn’t end up wearing a baby pink shield shirt that should have been white to a debriefing again

When nat first stays over at clint and laura’s farmhouse she watches in awe as they keep the house neat, nat wonders how they know which product to use for which services, who taught them how often you should vacuum and why their bedsheets always smell so nice, they teach her all of that

Maria teaches her to cook, she’s excellent at cutting vegetables, not so much at not burning things, they eat their meal after an hour of chaos and maria having to put out a small fire, maria wipes the marinara sauce from the corner of nat’s mouth after finishing their meal and then kisses her on the tip of her nose

Clint’s kids teach natasha how to play catch, what the rules are in a water fight, and where the best hiding spots in the house are

Laura teaches her what a period is like, it doesn’t apply but she’s still curious, it helps her understand other women better, the next time maria has her period nat buys her chocolate and some flowers, maria stays grumpy but whispers a quiet “thank you” when they’re in bed that night

Clint teaches her to always eat breakfast, even if you aren’t hungry (she might have passed out one time)

Maria teaches her about consent

Laura teaches her different hair styles she can try out

Maria teaches her that it’s okay to just ask for attention and a hug

They teach her so much

#I love being sad #mcu #marvel #blackhill #natasha romanoff #maria hill #clint barton #laura barton #black widow

[claryxjackson]

OC VALENTINES CHALLENGE 2024 ➣  second chance romance

abra griffin and clint barton

taglist: @kentaroranda, @foxesandmagic, @lizziesxltzmxn, @phoebestarks, @lovehermioneforever, @jewelswrites-ish, @kiara-carrera, @heavenlysurf, @decennia, @stanshollaand. @ocfairygodmother, @raith-way, @lucys-chen, @daughter-of-melpomene

#abra x clint #clint barton #ovc24 #my edit #fic: damage control #abra griffin #mcu ocs #marvel ocs #they're so <3 #also sad #they're so sad #it's that coworkers to friends to lovers to parents to complicated spouses to divorced couple to lovers again ark #why are they like this?

[madeworth]

send 🎲 to generate a kiss! - me rarely sends these things. like ALRIGHT. here we go.

A kiss while one or both parties are crying

it could be rain, he thinks, it had just been raining and that was his fault actually.

it could be sweat, he counters himself, what they have been doing is incredibly strenuous, even for himself.

but whatever it is, the tracks cutting wet across clint's cheeks are going to be tears in about one minute, if they aren't already, given the state of the archer's mangled fingers. thor might have tried to find something to put between clint's teeth but there was no time, the battle was still going on around them and they needed hawkeye at his best, not down for the count.

"i'm really, really sorry about this," thor said mournfully, sincerely.

and then all at once he was cradling clint over his knees with one arm tight at the waist. the other grabbed the injured hand and tugged hard at the already fractured fingers, a sort of strange blue glow accompanying the motion and sinking into clint's skin, past gloves and all.

thor kissed him. or maybe, more accurately, he was giving him a distraction, something unexpected and something that would confuse the brain just enough to make the healing spell less painful for the hot second it was worked over freshly set fingers.

clint could scream into his mouth, bite at his lip until it bled, hell even bite his whole tongue if he wanted, whatever he needed thor would take.

but at least within a minute the spell would have healed those fingers, even if it didn't anesthetize first.

#mastcrmarksman #IM EXCITED THAT I CAN WRITE HIM USING HIS HEALING MAGIC HE LEARNED #but sad its at the expense of clint's poor fingies