#Clinton F. Barton.

[midnightwinterhawk]

Soft Headcanon

Clint Barton is a well known technophobe so his teammates are shocked the first time they see him hack into a heavily encrypted server in under 30 seconds.

"Clint. How- I've never even seen you touch a computer before today."

"Well yeah man, computers just aren't safe, you know?"

[purple--queen]

Just a little Moonhawk moment... 

“You shouldn’t wear it”

Clint turns around just to see Marc leaning against the doorframe. “Or what?-”, Clint starts saying with a smile which is definitly provocative. “i’m getting cursed by that little moon god?”. He knows, he should not say that. But annoying Khonshu became a new hobby and if he would get paid for that a fulltime job. “Kind of”, Marc says and start to move forward. 

He graps the cape on both sides and pulls Clint closer. “I let you alone for five minutes and-” “Maybe you should not let me alone then”, smiles Clint amused and leans closer to steal a kiss. Marc sighs softly and moves them toward the bed. “Uh”, exclaims Clint, when he falls down and hits that super soft and super expensiv mattress. 

Marc looks at him. The eyes are soft, but their is a desire in them, that makes Clint always feel things. “You like what you see?”, Clint ask with an wink, but the hood of the cloak is in the way. “Always”, Marc answers with an grin and leans down to kiss is boyfriend stupid. 

[delicatebarness]

the manuscript | faculty members

(📚- Indicates which classes Student!Reader takes. )

Dr. James B. Barnes: English Literature. 📚

Steven G. Rogers: American History.

Samuel T. Wilson: Psychology. 📚

Natalia A. Romanoff (known as Natasha to most): Social Studies & Language Studies. 📚

Anthony E. Stark: Engineering & Computer Science.

Robert B. Banner (known as Bruce to most): Mathematics & Medical Science.

Clinton F. Barton: Sports Development.

Thor Odinson: Drama and Theatre Studies

Nicholas J. Fury: Dean

[thegoldenarcher]

btw the F in clinton f. barton stands for Fucking

[winterhawkkisses]

Now I want a wanted poster for Clinton F. Barton, least successful small-time bandit in the west.

[stripesofbrooklyn]

Clint takes advantage of Steve failing asleep on him to write "property of Clint f barton" on his forehead in purple permanent marker.--@deafarcher

"....Clinton Francis Barton."

[curryalley]

Me: Clint Barton's full name is Clinton Barton.

My brain: No.

Me: What?

My brain: Clinton is the surname of a popular president, not the full name of an avenging archer.

Me: What's Clint short for then?

My brain: ...Climothy.

Me:

My brain: Climothy F Barton.

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

In His Wake

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/EaH1GXA

by Dianetti_Doomer

The retired Avengers assemble to honor the memory of their friend.

Words: 1071, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Natasha's Happy Ending

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Black Panther (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: T'Challa (Marvel), Maria Hill, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Okoye (Marvel), Liho (Marvel), Nicole Clinton Hill, Stephanie Philippa Hill

Relationships: Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Lesbian Maria Hill, Lesbian Natasha Romanov, Gay Steve Rogers, Gay Bucky Barnes, Lesbian Okoye (Marvel), Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Flashbacks, United Nations, Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Children of Characters

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/EaH1GXA

[yourgirlsarchived]

Phototags a - c

[puns-and-musicals]

Clint Barton is the best Avenger change my mind

[hitsharderold]

▌│█║▌║▌║  ➽  ❝ I tell the younger heroes to always wear a condom. ❞

[diffcall]

@polyfacetious ( ➳ )

       the thought of that? 

                         in the middle of a big bite? 

    things go so wrong. as he closes his chompers on that god tier snack, he imagines it. it’s perfect. the single most poignant brain picture he’s ever developed. thor, rearing his thick arm back with a grandiose demonstration, heaving in a deep breath just to cry the word, YEET.

       he laughs and gasps; a savage pepperoni makes a beeline for his gullet hole. he gags and chokes; it’s not fun but the joke is still going in his head and there’s some crying. lucky makes worried whuffles until he realizes clint’s pizza is nose level and ganks it with a self-satisfied look. owner, who? 

                “GOD.” he half-cries, half-cries, still spitting out a laugh that doesn’t have an end in sight. it’s reached the point of belly status, gaining a soreness that rivals nothing else. that nice sore quality. it occurs to clint violently that he hasn’t laughed like that in ages -- over something so stupid and simple. “god,” he repeats as if in peter’s praise, “i really, really need to see that. i have a whole kidney i would sell just to --- if i could just have that happen.”

[ahawkinthevents]

[viva-la-pictochat]

2 !

sjsjsj, funny a hawkant pal should ask this one!!

I drink both tea and coffee, however, I didn't always like coffee, used to hate it in fact.

I forced myself to like coffee because of one Mr Clinton F Barton. I'm not even joking, I wish I was. Clint drinking coffee from the pot was just too much of an iconic move that I re-trained my taste buds to enjoy coffee. I like it a lot of different ways now, but my favourite is peppermint lattes with an extra shot of espresso to keep the caffeine flowing through me. When I'm at home however it's just the cheapest instant coffee my mom could find and a bit of milk, no sugar though.

I'm also a big tea drinker (being british n all) and probably have about 70 different kinds in my cupboard right now. My favourite is a strong but super sweet milk tea with tapioca, but I also really enjoy plain black earl grey or assam. I either have my te with enough sugar to justify the sugar tax, or none at all, there is no in-between, same with milk, either all of it or none of it.

What I'll end up drinking though heavily depends on the mood, my current hyperfixation's favourite drink of the two, and the current state of my caffeine addiction.

And of course, my usual go-to drink is monster because I'm a caffeine addict, and if I could brew coffee with it I would, but my mom has banned me from ever doing such things under her roof.

[avengerscompound]

It’s You and Me - Chapter 6

It’s You and Me: A Hawkeye Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Clint Barton x  F!Reader

Word Count:  1588

Rating:  E

Warnings:  Nothing much this chapter

Synopsis: You and Clint Barton go way back.  Since you joined the circus as a child, he took it upon himself to keep you away from the people who really wanted to hurt you.  For years the two of you danced a line between dark and light.

When he chooses light the two of you go your separate ways.

Fifteen years later he tracks you down.  Those feelings the two of you shared never went away, but now he is not only an Avengers but a single father.  Can the two of you make it work after all this time when your lives have gone in such different directions?

A series told in flashbacks and current day.

Chapter 6: Then

Clint swung the sword in a lazy arc from left to right and back again as he watched you stretch.  The springboard was set up between the two of you, and Clint hadn’t quite worked out how they’d hide that in the arena to make this look like you could get as much air as you needed without assistance.  That was if the two of you could get it to work at all.

You’d come a long way since you first came to him for help.  In the year and a bit since it happened you and he had started performing together.  To begin with, Clint had just started training you to use the sword and the bow.   While you learned he had incorporated you into his act doing simple things that didn’t require you to have any actual skills.  Shooting an apple off your head.  Putting you on a rotating wheel and firing arrows around your body.

Jacques kept complaining that it wasn’t enough.  He tried to argue that anyone could stand there while Clint shot at them.  Thankfully it was enough for the Ringmaster, and so Jacques couldn’t touch you.  Maynard Tiboldt was the head of the circus, and what he said was law.  Clint had known that it wouldn’t be long until Jacques got in the Tiboldt’s ear and he’d come for you again, and if not that, that Tiboldt himself would think up some criminal activity he needed you to do.  So Clint honed his act as you got better.  New tricks were added and he trained you in more things.  When he started training you in acrobatics, he knew he was on to something.  You took to it even faster than you took to the sword.  You were a natural and Clint ended up roping in the other acrobats to help train you.

The act gradually grew as your skills became more honed.  Little routines were added that had you backflipping out of the way of his arrows even though he was aiming not to hit you, and having you do handstands while he shot through your spread legs.  As you got better the routine became more complex.  Most recently Clint had you doing flips over the arrows he shot at targets as they traveled through the air.  You’d even gotten to the point you could fire an arrow with your feet while you did a handstand.  You weren’t particularly accurate but it served as a good starter for Clint to copy and spit your arrow in two.

He knew - the way he knew it about himself too - that you needed to keep getting better or it wouldn’t be enough anymore and they’d drag you right down into the pits with them.  So he kept planning out more things you could do together.  You were good with the horses, so he thought about incorporating them somehow.  He thought about trick arrows and how the two of you could use them together.  Anything that would keep drawing in a crowd and make the circus money so neither of you had to make it elsewhere.

“You ready?”  He asked.

“Yeah.  Are you?”  You answered.

He nodded and thrust the sword forward as if he was going to stab you.  You jumped rotating straight up through the air and landed with both feet, on the flat of the blade.  Clint’s shoulder strained and the blade wobbled.  You managed to stay standing on it for less than a second, but Clint couldn’t hold the blade steady and you slipped.  You managed to get some leverage off the blade as you fell and turned mid-air, landing in a crouched position on the ground.

“Shit,” Clint cursed, rolling his shoulder.  “Sorry.  It’s the weight when you land.  It’s hard to keep steady.”

“I could just immediately backflip off again,” you suggested. “Make it look like I kicked you in the face.”

Clint laughed.  “I mean, sure we can start with that.  But I think the crowd would appreciate it more if they get a moment to applaud it.”

“Yeah, but if I wrench your shoulder you’re not going to be good for anything, are you?”  You said.

Clint looked down at the blade.  “Reinforcing the blade helped with its stability.  I wonder if we could rig something for me.”

“I dunno, Clint,” you said.  “You’re better with those gadgets than I am.  But wouldn’t that make shooting an arrow harder?”

“We can do an overdramatic jacket removal,” he suggested.

“Anything to get your shirt off,” you teased.  “You trying to scare the customers away?”

“Why you little shit,” Clint gasped playfully and lunged at you, you ran but he got his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into a headlock and ran his knuckle back and forth on the top of the head.

“Clint!”  You squealed, trying to struggle out of his hold.  “Stop it!”

He stopped rubbing your head but kept you held under his arm.  “I dunno if I should.  You’re a big bunch of trouble.”

“I’m gonna kick your ass!”  You shouted as you struggled.

“Yeah, yeah.  How are you gonna do that when you’re trapped under there?”  He teased.

The sound of someone clearing their throat cut through the clearing and Clint turned you to face Eden who was standing at the side of the tent.  “What are you doing, Clinton?”  She asked.

Clint rubbed the top of your head again.  “Someone seems to think I am some kind of hussy that likes to use his body to get attention.”

“And you’re not?”  Eden teased.

“Not you too!”  She said, and dragged you after his girlfriend, as she backed up against the tent.

“Clinton Francis Barton, you had better not!”  She shouted.

He wrapped his arm around Eden’s shoulders but instead of putting her in a headlock, he dipped her back and kissed her passionately, which only made you struggled under his arm more.

“Stop it!  I don’t wanna be pinned here while you make out!”  You yelped.

Eden pulled back laughing and Clint looked down at you with a smirk, before letting you go.  You backed off of him scowling.  “You suck.”

“Oh come on now,” Eden said. “You could have broken out of that, surely.  Clint?  Aren’t you teaching her how to fight?”

“Well I could have punched him in the nuts, but who knows where those have been,” you teased.

“Why you little…” he said and lunged at you.  You ran away laughing as Eden caught his wrist.

“Let her go,” she said.  “You spend entirely too much time around her anyway.”

“She’s in my act,” Clint said.  “We have to rehearse.  I was thinking of adding horses… I saw this thing where people did this act, riding them standing up.  Jumping on and off.  I reckon I could do that and maybe we could do the handstand arrow while riding next to each other.  I bet that would…”

Eden stopped him by pressing her lips against his and pushing him up against one of the tent poles.  He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her even closer, trying to push out the thoughts of potential acts as her fingers tangled into his hair and ran along his scalp.

“I think you spend entirely too much time with her,” Eden said.  “I thought I was your girl.”

“You are, baby,” Clint assured her.  “She’s just a kid.  I only have eyes for you.”

“She’s not so much a kid anymore,” Eden said. “She’ll be turning seventeen soon.”

“Pfft,” Clint scoffed.  “She’s a kid.  You don’t trust me?”

Eden raised her eyebrow at him.  “Do you always trust me?”

Clint furrowed his brow.  The truth was he wasn’t sure if he did always trust her.  Which had nothing to do with Eden at all, and everything to do with him.  It was hard to equate trust and love together when all the people who showed him any kind of affection always hurt him so much.  Even his brother who had spent his life protecting Clint was just as likely to hit him as he was to save him.  So despite the fact that Eden hadn’t done anything to make him not trust her, anytime he saw her even next to another guy he felt possessive.

“See,” she said.  “Maybe we just need a little extra reassurance.”

Clint nodded and pressed his forehead against hers.  “You don’t have to worry about me and her.  It’s just our act and I gotta keep it fresh so Jacques doesn’t make us take part in his schemes.”

The shadow of a frown fell on Eden’s face so briefly that Clint wasn’t sure if it was really there at all.  “Do you worry about me like that?”

“Of course I do, babe,” Clint said.   “You and me, we’re gonna keep our noses clean.”

“What if they tell me what I’m doing isn’t enough?”  Eden asked.

Clint cradled her jaw and looked into her eyes.  “Who said that?  Did Jacques - “ he pulled away and squared off his shoulders.  “I’ll fucking kill him.”

Eden grabbed Clint’s arm.  “No one did anything.  It was a; ‘What if…?’  I’m fine.”

“You’ll tell me… if he does?  You’ll tell me?”  Clint asked.

“I’ll tell you, Clint.  It’s fine,” she assured him.  “Hey.  How about you and I find somewhere quiet, so we can… you know?”

Clint smirked, the worries about trust and Jacques quickly pushed away.  He took Eden’s hand and the two of them went to find somewhere private together.

// NEXT

[pizzadogssidekick]

Clinton F Barton, mortally offended by pumpkin spice lattes.