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#✦ ic: clint barton
normaltothemax · 3 months
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“M’fine. Why do you ask?” He’s facedown on the floor; sort of the definition of not fine.
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starsnheroes · 11 months
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@mr-tony-stark liked for a starter (post here)! you get clint barton!
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Visitors aren't unwelcome at the Barton-Pizza Dog residence. In fact, he gets more than he has fingers to count. Typically, there are two reasons that people come to his apartment unannounced.
They were angry with him, or they needed a place to lie low.
A secret third option which was really just option one was they were angry and they were his exes. That last part was important information because he's got a list of exes that were his fault things ended and they were relatively on good terms. For the most part, save for Jessica.
Clint's not even aware the door is being pounded on until Lucky is jumping on his chest and pestering to get to the door. It was suppose to be a lazy day albeit being a Monday.
Ugh, Mondays.
No one should be popping by, not even Kate. The super secret fourth option for reasons why people came to the apartment, Kate Bishop, mini-him with less mistakes.
"That's quite enough, Luck." He utters, knowing that the dog is barking as he saunters to the doorway and much to his surprise. It's Tony Stark.
What could he be doing here? He's not Kate Bishop, he is not an ex. There doesn't seem to be an angry expression on his brow, and Tony has money enough to buy a private island to lay low on.
Before he is standing there dumbstruck for too long, he points a finger up to his face. "Sign, text me, or let me gets the aids in." No way is he trying to lip read after waking from a nap, it'd be like fifteen percent less accurate than he normally could lip read and that was only about thirty percent accuracy most of the time anyways.
Wait. Tony would totally blow up his phone before showing up unannounced-
"Oh! Right, so my phone got dropped off a building."
Clint's leaving the door wide open, turning away to go retrieve his hearing aids from the kitchen while he lets Tony deal with Lucky whose sniffing at his knee and checking out the hallway.
"What's up? No Avenger business, right? I told you I'm off duty."
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marvel-lous-guy · 6 months
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Peter: I hate ice skating
Tony: ...why?
Peter: because someone saw a frozen lake, put on their sharpest shoes and somehow didn't die. And now it's a popular stupid sport.
Tony: I'm sorry, what?
Clint: their sharpest shoes...?
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lucky-bishova-42 · 1 month
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*Kate, staring at Natasha crushing on Wanda*
Kate: Oh ho! I know what you got! The “L” word…
Clint: Yeah! Leprosy!
Kate: No, Clint, no. Starts with “L” ends with “E”
Clint: Aha! Lice!
Natasha: …
Kate, facepalming: I can’t believe you are my mentor…
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gayspacedrawings · 11 months
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After mission pocket bag spaghetti
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3twindragons · 4 months
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Gift for the @helmistress for the winterhawk wonderland exchange.
Clint forgets his gloves bucky brings them. Clint is an ice skating teacher. Currently teaching Bucky’s daughter.
Clint is invited over to Bucky’s cabin to spend the Christmas with them. They are in the cabin. Maybe outside when its becoming night but isn't yet dark. And they decorate the outside with fairy lights.
And they spent the holidays very happy.
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mastcrmarksman · 19 days
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[text] call me this date is going so bad - nyota (academy daysss)
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[ Contact ; Nyota U. ⸺ Notes ; Miss That Girl ✨ Comms study buddy. ]
[ sent ] ⸺ woah woah woah
[ sent ] ⸺ you are on a date right now?
[ sent ] ⸺ whats he look like?
[ sent ] ⸺ or she or they!
[ sent ] ⸺ who am i kidding if its going bad its definitely a guy
[ sent ] ⸺ whatd he do
[ sent ] ⸺ alright ill rescue you
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Natasha: Every time I’m confronted with a problem that seems impossible, and I feel depressed and hopeless, I just look at this picture of us all together.
Stark/ Barton/ Banner: Awww.
Natasha: And I remind myself, if I can survive living with you clowns, I can handle anything.
Stark/ Barton/ Banner: :(
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Ice Cream- Clint Barton
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Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader
Characters: Clint Barton
Warnings: N/A
Request: Anon-  Clint Barton (Marvel) + “pregnant” please? Thank you!! 🖤
Word Count: 413
Author: Charlotte
Lazy days had been becoming more and more frequent as you got further into your pregnancy. All your energy was going into growing and developing body parts for the ungrateful parasite inside of you, leaving you exhausted and in pain from the slightest thing. Even just lying on the sofa watching a movie with your husband left you wondering if you could make it to the bathroom every time you needed to pee. 
Clint was falling asleep watching the chick flick you had picked whilst you were getting over emotional over the main protagonists of the film admitting their love for one another. 
“Ice cream would be perfect now,” you said dreamily, already tasting the mint chocolate chip ice cream on your tongue. 
“There’s some in the freezer,” Clint said creating a yawn as he stretched out his limbs, squashing you on the sofa. 
Even though he wasn’t looking at you, you began to flutter your eyelashes at your husband. “Can you get it?” You asked with a sing song voice. 
Clint didn’t open his eyes. “You know where it is.”
Instantly it felt as though you were seeing red, as though all your fury and frustration had bubbles up with you and was ready to spill out in your husband’s direction. Clint quickly realised he’d messed up. With your hormones completely out of whack, sometimes you were irrational but the fact that you were pregnant, you let the emotional misbalance reign free until it settled, and you’d apologise after. 
“I’m-“ Clint tried to speak but his words were lodged in his throat and you were quick to speak over the croak he was managing to make. 
“If you can get me pregnant, you can get me ice cream,” you snapped, the tears bubbling up in your eyes, past the tearful movie scene, to an emotional outpour. 
Clint shot up, stumbling from his place beside you on the sofa, waking himself up with a start. 
“I’m sorry,” he said, speeding from the room to grab the one thing that your mind was desperate to consume. Like a flash he returned with a pint of ice cream and a spoon. 
“Are you sorry for getting me pregnant or sorry for not getting the ice cream quickly?” You huffed. 
“Which do you want me to be sorry for?” He asked, watching you rip the lid from the ice cream like a rabid beast. 
You scooped a heaped spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. “Both.”
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dwarfstaralloy · 4 months
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'✉' (ofhawknests)
meme: five times text meme status: accepting (from mutuals)
[ unsent text: C. Barton ] how did you even get my number [ unsent text: C. Barton ] for that matter how did I get your number [ unsent text: the hawk ] buddy bud bud you never miss do you? [ unsent text: the hawk the legend the man ] shoot straight [ unsent text: the hawk the legend the man ] 'shoot straight'? OBVIOUSLY RAYMOND [ text: Clint ] see you soon.
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olliesmultimuse · 7 months
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@guardian-rocket || continued from here
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Kate then took her entire quiver of arrows back from Rocket as she smiles awkwardly. "Thank you..." She slung her quiver of arrows over her shoulder as she seems surprised. Wait, this-...talking raccoon knows Clint?
More importantly, why was Rocket interested in the lockpick kit? Before she could ask a few questions, Clint just showed up after going through a couple of bushes and leaves.
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"Kate, you can't just-..." Clint was about to lecture Kate for worrying him like that, his eyes moving over to Rocket. "...Rocket? What are you doing here?" It was clear that he wasn't expecting an unexpected visit from Rocket but he did appreciate seeing a familiar face.
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normaltothemax · 7 months
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🔪 [bucky @ clint -eyes emoji-]
Clint’s not sure what exactly set Barnes off. Not sure what he thinks is going on, or what he’s seeing. He is positive, however, that this is a terrible time for whatever the hell’s going on in that fucked up head of his. Thankfully, Clint’d had the forethought to drag the guy out of the way, into a shadow-filled alley, a few seconds ago, when he’d first noticed Barnes starting to get antsy. God knows what he might do in a crowd of people.
Now, Clint’s got his back to a wall, a knife to his throat, and this is not a position he likes to be in. He can handle his own in a fight, is well-trained and agile as hell, but there’s not an easy way out of the hold Barnes has him in, and Clint’s not stupid enough to think he can take the Winter Soldier on in a fight and win. So he stays where he is. Doesn’t make any sudden movements and keeps his hands where they can be seen, ignoring his racing pulse.
“You have terrible timing.” His voice is low, remains calm, his gaze locked onto unseeing, glaring eyes. He swallows, and there’s enough pressure on the knife that a bead of blood wells up beneath the blade and slowly rolls down the column of his throat. Fantastic. He’s going to get his throat slit by his fake husband on their fake honeymoon. Awesome.
“Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. I’m Clint Barton. We’re on a mission, pretending to be newlyweds on our honeymoon. It’s stupid and you complain a lot but you aren’t in any danger, right now. You’re safe, Barnes.” The only one in danger here is Clint. “Otoydi, soldat.” The switch to Russian is a gamble, and he's not exactly fluent, but Clint’s flying blind here. He’s just hoping to hell it doesn’t wind up setting him off worse.
@dramatisperscnae (x)
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starsnheroes · 7 months
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@mr-tony-stark -> (continued)
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By now, after all their years and a wedding between the two of them (if Wade was right about there being a fourth wall than that had to have been a plot twist), Tony should know how Clint would drop information or throw it at his husband than leave him with any collateral.
The both of them has been beaten, battered, and bruise; and he still wants children even after what he has lost. There was another opportunity right in front of them of them. She was sleeping peacefully, and he thinks that they were already pros (knows they were).
SO WHY DIDN'T THEY? They had already had their monthly chat about slowing down, Clint knows he's not recovering from being thrown into brick walls as fast as he use to.
TAP. TAP. And he's rolling back over onto his back to stare at his husband. HOW? ⸻ « Now is our chance why lose it? » He answers instead of actually answering who. « You are the brains you figure out how » Clint gives him a smile, looks expectant for that kiss good night he got every night « Think about it »
What he really wants to sign is say yes.
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trueblu3-a · 8 months
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      STARTER CALL.
      " can i tell you something? "   if someone started a conversation with you like that,   you're sure your heart would sink   &   your chest would beat so hard it rattled the memories that live there.   " i'm jealous of you,   kinda sorta. "   an important specification there at the end.   brown eyes catch @warbyrds quickly before you open your fridge,   pulling out two bottles of beer   (   it's the cheap stuff,   you could afford better,   &   yet you chose not to   ).   without even asking,   you offer one in her direction,   should she refuse..   more for you!   " the whole secret thing..   getting to just be someone   &   be someone else,   kinda jealous. "   you crack your beer open on already chipping countertops,   you take note:   should probably get that fixed.   " i didn't realize how damn famous i would be for just shooting an archaic weapon but here we are. "
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sunfoxen · 2 years
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I'm in need of an au winterhawk fic where Clint's a war vet and a pro archer and ends up developing a chronic pain disorder like fibro that makes him incapable of holding a bow steady or even drawing the bowstring properly... And it's frustrating and upsetting and Clint is going through the stages of grief regarding his own capabilities... But then he meets Bucky in PT and it's not a great first meeting and they don't get along initially but then they start helping each other and supporting each other and after a lot of physical and emotional pain and tears and effort Bucky makes progress with his prosthetic and Clint is able to shoot again. He's not cured -- he still has debilitating flare ups from time to time -- but he's learning to live with it and to not give up and that he can still find joy in life.
And yes it'd be the most self indulgent fic ever but I need it...
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could  trixie  be  the  one  doing  this?   absolutely.   as  a  matter  of  fact,  she  SHOULD,  only  if  it  had  been  earlier  and  if  their  daughter  wasn't  already  fast  asleep  on  the  couch  after  trying  to  wait  up  for  her  father.   instead,  it's  left  on  pepper  the  job  of  talking  her  husband  into  accepting  this.   she  hears  clint  walk  through  the  doors  and  slides  in  front  of  him  once  he  rounds  the  corner.  
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❝  hi!  ❞   giddy,  she  stands  on  her  tiptoes  to  give  clint  a  quick  peck  on  the  lips  before  she  takes  two  whole  steps  back,  hands  hiding  behind  her  back  the  whole  time  as  if  she's  hiding  something.   and  she  is. ❝  hypothetically  speaking...  if  beatrice  was  to  have  found  a  stray  little  kitten  by  the  main  gates  and  her  mother  was  weak  for  the  eyes  she  inherited  from  her  father  and  took  the  cat  in  to  take  care  of  it— ❞   virginia  tilts  her  head  to  the  side  a  little,  showing  that the  last  thing  he  should  do  now  was  interrupt her little speech. taking a deep breath, she continues.  ❝  could they...  keep  it?!  you  know,  most  animals  can't  get  inside  here  and  perhaps  the  family  needs  a  little  one  to  live...  here...    ❞
@alyafae — closed starter.
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