#aa clint

[justlous-art]

when you have a parasite in your vents

[askatrigenderlgbt]

Marvel prompt~♥

Tony: Clint?

Clint: *Munching on Pizza* Yeah?

Tony: *Sighing* Do you have to sit on my lap?

Clint: Yes.

Tony: Why?

Clint: *Hugs Tony.*

Clint: Bromance.

Tony: ...

Tony: Fine.

[xenocorner]

Oh

Oh no

I have fallen into a new hole

[schrijverr]

Avengers Assemble Tony breaks down when he comes home and sees they’ve wrecked the Tower again, because he puts so much time and effort into their living space and fixing it up every time they wreck it again. Like, I know it’s a gag, but this man has a job and is responsible for their house and they just keep breaking it and I can just picture him arriving after a long day of meetings (maybe he got yelled at for missing a deadline that he missed because he was off fighting a threat, but it never made it to earth, so the board doesn’t believe him due to his rep) and he just takes a look at the state of their living room and breaks down crying.

[cosm1cbrownie]

get a room! Clint and Janet being unwilling participants in the pining..

[grimreaperofroleplay]

Pov; me trying to convince people that AA Hawkeye is actually Asexual

[sadiecoocoo]

Anyone else ship hulk and Hawkeye, specifically the versions of them from EMH and Avengers Assemble? They had some moments that are really underrated

The rarest of rare pairs 😭

[airlocksandaviaries]

Steve and Tony’s passionate love affair in avengers assemble basically distracted everyone from the fact that Hulk and Hawkeye were fucking the entire time

[the-phantom-otaku]

It's true. He is the greatest.

[mithology-marveloholick]

Imagine Tony and Clint create a podcast as a joke and it blows up on the internet

Tony: Can we talk about please, what I have written down here which is Asian womanuses tampon as a weapon?

Clint: Yeah

Tony: *wheezes*

Clint: We gotta pay the bills. We gotta keep the lights on here. What about this Asian woman using tampon as a weapon?

Tony: You brought it up!

Clint: I did, I did. I saw the video. Listen, I've not- I've been in one physical fight in my whole life

Tony: *snorts* How many mental? *laughs* One physical fight. Many mental fights. *laughs*

Clint: Hundreds, thousands of mental fights. But, if you're in a fight, just a word of advice. I don't encourage violence or physical altercation. But if you see someone, go in their pants and rummaging around-

Tony: Time to go home

Clint: Whatever is coming out, is not good.

Tony: I'm calling my mom to pick me up.

Clint: Don't stay to find out what it is, because it's either uh-

Tony: It's either pee pee, poo poo or like bing bang

Clint: Or pew pew

Tony: Yeah pew pew, pee pee or poo poo *laughs*

Literally five minutes after posting the episode, the Avengers are seen fighting another villain

[justlous-art]

clint is stevetony #1 shipper!

[askatrigenderlgbt]

Marvel Prompt~~~

Tony and Clint are working in the same space, bouncing ideas of each other and making small talk.

Clint: *notices Tony slouching* You okay, man?

Tony: *jerking up straight* Yeah, yes I'm fine. Just deep in thought...

(Tony is lying. He nearly fell asleep and face planted on the desk.)

Clint:*knows Tony is lying* You tired or something?

Tony:*snorts* sleep is for the weak. *Focusing back on his work*

(Clint can see the bags under Tony's eyes, his body language screaming exhausted, and how his eyes slowly drifted before he forced himself to focus again.)

Clint:*moving to sit next to Tony* Then I am very weak, I kinda want a nap.

Tony:*takes a second to process what Clint said* then take one. No one is stopping you, Clint.

Clint:*puts a arm around Tony* yeah, but I want a buddy to cuddle! So can we...

(Tony couldn't stay awake anymore, his body finally giving in and falling asleep. Tony had fallen asleep and ended up resting against Clint, head on his shoulder.)

Clint:*starring at Tony's face*...*blushes hard* okay, this is fine...

Clint:*internally* Oh my god, why is he so cute! No one should be this cute, how is he this adorable! I just wanna keep him and protect him from everything... Maybe Nat wouldn't mind bringing Tony in. After all, he is a sweetheart.

(Clint's hand unconsciously moves to Tony's waist, rubbing little circles there. Tony sighs in his sleep, content and peaceful.)

Clint:*internally* Yep, I'm keeping him.

(Clint rests his head against Tony's)

???:Clint.

Clint:*eyes widen with panic* H-hey Steve!

Steve:*behind Clint stone faced, seething inside* What are you doing with Tony?

Clint:*Scared and wanting to live* we were working on different things, bouncing ideas off each other and I noticed Tony was tired. I did plan to take Tony to his room, after I tricked him into agreeing. But he feel asleep while I was trying. S-so here I am! I didn't want to move cause I wanted to let him sleep! Ya know?

(Clint is trying not to shake with fear, as not to wake Tony, but can't keep said fear out of his voice.)

Steve:*voice drops an octave* then why is your head on Tony's, Clint?

Clint:*pales* uh...

Steve:*frowns* I see...

(Steve separates the two, careful with Tony. Picking up the sleeping genius Steve walks out heading for his own room, as it's closer. He stops before he leaves, however.)

Steve: Clint?

Clint:*afraid* ...yeah?

Steve: Next time, just carry Tony to his room if he passes out like this. Understood?

Clint: Y-Yep! Understood loud and clear, captain! Carry the leader to his room, can do...

(Steve walks away. Clint finally lets out a shaky breath, the panic easing slightly. He stares longingly at the seat Tony had just been sitting, wanting him to come back and sit with him again.)

Clint:*internally* I swear Cap, you break his heart once, hurt him one time, me and Nat will take him faster than Thor's lightning. I promise you that. He is too cute to be taken by a meanie!

If anyone can make this fanfiction, I will praise your name.

[octav0h]

I’m working on a wip where Tony from the Avengers Assemble cartoon ends up in the MCU, and has to help out if he wants to get back home. It’s gonna be long and messy but I am excited to share this story with the world 🫶

[iron-niffler]

armored adventures tony my beloved

[izzysarchivedblogs]

ACTUALLY HE DOES NOT KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT AS HE WHEELS HIMSELF IN.

Suddenly everything built up in his head about this was, about the kind of people he'd see was all false. Actually he can't even think of the image he had anymore, he was anxious which Clint had never been an anxious person, not outwardly and not so feeling it.

Sure, he got overwhelmed and scared of split seconds in the moments when he remembers that he was a mortal human guy with just a bow and some fancy arrows he made going up things beyond comprehension of their true power. Has watched villains slay people down with more ease than it took to pull a two-hundred and fifty weighted bow. Something of which he did with great ease. He only gave him himself three seconds to feel that anxiety before he had to rush in.

Yet being here, in a room full of people of different walks of life, he felt anxious. Actually anxiety, like panic attack worthy feelings that he knows Kate's talked to him about her own anxieties and panic attacks. TINGLE IN THE FINGERS AND CHEST. It's casual for some, for most it seems tonight at least, being here.

CAROL'S THE CURVE BALL. He had known there was a possibility of her being here, Tony had even pointed out that this was meeting the two of them shared and went to. So there was the off chance she felt like going, or needed to go, or anything. Clint doesn't think that Tony would have checked in with about if she was still attending, but the paranoia thought crosses his mind but Clint can quell that one.

He's not even the most aware of focused on Tony anymore as they enter, as he tries not to stare at people and just take it all in. He doesn't really hate that Kate points out that Clint's forth of breathing exercises, which she had pointed out once or twice he had some unresolved anxiety which Lynette said that he may have some disorder developed as a result of another disorder, blah blah blah. Clint's not too annoyed, but a little peeved, that she was right about how he uses ARCHERY ONE - O - ONE as a form of breathing exercises and body check-in-list.

Posture, shoulders align and hips, than raise the bow. Hand here, other hand there. HE GETS THE POINT. NOCK THE ARROW. AIM. BREATHE, RELEASE. HIT THE MARK.

He doesn't even notice when Tony puts coffee and a donut in his hand, until he realizes his hand isn't empty and is now in fact WARM. Clint subconsciously drinks the coffee, sighs in relief, because it's terrible plus he thinks he knows the brand, and it brings him a sense of calm. CAROL IS WHO HE FIXATES ON.

She walks up, and Clint forgets how to speak. He tries, grumbles a HI Carol, and than wonders when was the last time that he actually talked to her. WHAT BRINGS YOU TO THIS NECK OF THE WOODS? Mouth gaps but nothing comes out, than luckily Tony talks and she just takes that as it was.

There's a lack of an obvious expression to read on her face, than she's talking with Tony. Catching up. He'll try to catch with her too, maybe. SHE KNOWS NOW. It didn't go so bad. He's eyeing her more than she has eyed him, and he feels not the greatest that he knows because she's became one of the bigger, biggest members of the Avengers, ran a team more times than him and she's friends with Jessica. He knows that Tony mentioned when he agreed to this place, that he trusts her to keep all of that private, because she knew what this was like.

People start to gather seats, a meeting leader he assumes go through some business, speaking to the room and talking about various things. HE'S TRYING. Suddenly overwhelmed, and very glad for the coffee in his hand now.

HE'S PRETTY SURE THE LAST TIME HE TALKED TO CAROL WAS A FEW YEARS AGO. Not the greatest last meeting, but he had asked her to trust him and she did. So he thinks he has to do the same now.

Clint looks up a couple times, to watch the people who do want to talk and share their experiences, their anniversary, and than the seat next to him is empty. TONY'S GOTTEN UP. His eyes look up from his lap, having mostly tried to absorb what people were saying and being inside of his head, looking at the coffee cup, his hands, his cast. Sometimes, looking to see at Carol who would catch his eye than look away.

When Tony goes up, and starts to talk. INTRODUCES HIMSELF. He listens, watches him the whole time and has to focus on his breathing. LISTENS TO TONY. Over two years, but Clint remembers that Tony has gone longer before and he recognizes that Tony may not be trying to show off. HIM HAVING THING DOWN TO THE HOUR OF HOW LONG, that's a very Tony Stark thing but 836 days sounds like a lot; a lot more than where Clint was at and it makes this whole sobriety thing even more a reality. Two years, 836 days to be exact.

That's a lot to throw away.

He's heard the other people's stories, tried to find the pieces to apply, and he's certain that Tony chose what he said because he was in the room. It's to help him, give him some guidance, and give him a sense of reality to what his world was going to be.

Then Tony's eyes meet his as he brings up HIS FRIEND. Oh, that's him and than Carol is looking him at him too. He's not sure what to do with the attenion, but he draws more when Tony says his name. CLINT. WELCOME TO THE FIRST OF SMALL STEPS.

Oh. Inhale. Exhale. Calm down. HE RAISES HIS HAND UP INTO THE AIR. There's a pause, a beat that drags on as some heads do turn to him. OH. HE SHOULD SAY HI.

❝ Uh, hi. I'm Clint... ❞ and the thing that everyone else was doing. THE TOUGH ONE. OWN IT. IT'S WHO HE WAS. The only thing to his whole identity right now, it felt but he was working on that part. He's thirty one days sober. By choice, not because he was in a holding cell or some reason. Willfully sober. Thirty one days. ❝ uh.. I'm Clint and I'm an a-alcoholic. ⸺ That's all. ❞ He withdraws his hand back down to his lap, stares at the lid of the cup, spins the cup in his hand slowly and jut breathes for a moment. Eyes turn off of him, and he's just left FEELING LIKE HE'S BURNING FOR THE ATTENTION, FOR ADMITTING TO A WHOLE ROOM OF PEOPLE.

Strangers and two not strangers. When he looks up again, Carol's eyes are still on him and she gives him a nod. Clint doesn't know what to do with that. Someone else talks next, and there's a brief glance off between Tony and Carol as the man passes back to sit next to Clint.

THEN CAROL GOES UP TO SPEAK. She talks about thinking she had been ABOVE IT, that she had known a thing about control and she could handle this, she could handle this. She could do what she wanted with drinks alone in her room, talks how that line of thinking was dangerous for her and lead to being drunk during time she really wish she hadn't. CLINT CLOCKS THE GUILT WHEN HER EYES GO OVER TONY.

Clint more or less knows the story about Carol's drunken crash and burn, but he thinks he knows more to that. Pinpoints she's thinking about Tony's coma, and she had been sober than and how than she talks about being in control now, but than that it was worth it and about who she could be now. How this, sobriety, was important to her. HE SEES THE GUILT AND THAN IT CLICKS FOR HIM.

The last time they had talked, really talked, and been in just room had been in the exact moment of spying on her. They had talked more than just how to end THAT THING. They had talked about guilt, about the thing they can't forgive themselves for. Bruce and Tony, even if she hadn't killed him and he was in this coma for his own.... That's when and it feels embarrassing, shameful that's the last time.

Now she sees him here, and he's known for what he was, and than Carol ends that off. Two more people talk, before things are wrapping up.

HE'S NOT SURE IF HE CAN MOVE, AT LEAST FOR THE MOMENT. He feels drained beyond belief, overwhelmed with a lot of feelings. Can't pinpoint anything exactly. People gather with each other, in little groups and chat for a bit more, at least until they had to close things and leave.

Carol comes over to them, and he still feels like he is forgetting how to speak BUT HE TRIES. ❝ Uh, hi, Skipper. ❞ She gives him a look because that's not what he meant to say. They used their first names at least, he could have gone with that.

❝ Skipper? ❞

❝ 'Cause it's anonymous, so... ❞ CAPTAIN MARVEL. He doesn't know how to explain that he struggles to call Steve and Carol anything other than Cap and Captain.

❝ Clint. ❞ He can't quite tell if she's admonishing him for that, but she holds out her fist to him and it takes him two seconds longer than he'd like to ⸻ ❝ Put it here. ❞ He had been getting there, and reaches to fist bump her.

OH THAT WAS A LOT, AND TONY'S STANDING HERE TOO AFTER HE SPOTLIGHTED HIM IN HIS SPIEL.

Clint definitely feels like he is burning up from this whole thing. Brain function dead. ❝ So. Uh. Hey long time, uh was it uh New Years firework arrows... Anyways, uh, sorry that apparently I've been stealing the uh- number one baby sitter, Tony, here. That's uH why, I heard you uh ⸺ ❞ He hadn't done the firework arrows in years off the avengers roof either, because Clint's prtty sure she's realized too that the last time they really talked to each other beyond passing or dire world ending event; had been THE BIG HEAVY TALK. The other thing he tries to bring up is when Brandy had been dropped off back in San Francisco and Clint knows that Tony had lied to Carol for him.

So this was awkward. Clint felt so awkward. ❝ You're full of shit. Can I ask...? ❞ But there's nothing tense in her voice, and she must see that he's struggling here because he wants, feels compelled, to say something.

❝ Yeah, no, you're right. ❞ He was full of shit, making this way more awkward than necessary. ❝ Thirty one days s-sober. ❞

❝ It's good to see you sober. ❞ Clint kind of resents that since he still has a cast on, but at least she didn't see him when he was sick with withdrawal. He looks clean and smells like soap. She stops him before he retorts. ❝ Well, uh, just keep going with this, 'kay? I get it, you know, and I'm gonna take off here, but you can.... ❞ Carol gestures to herself, which Clint picks up that she was in his corner too.

❝ Really? ❞ She nods her head, and then they both hit a realization. ❝ We don't have each other's numbers. ❞

❝ Yeah, no. ❞ Clint's pretty sure that's because of Jessica Drew break up and Clint's tendency to annoy people. They exchange numbers, and Clint's trying to ignore how Tony must be looking at him because he notices his eyes on him.

He doesn't know if he'd actually call her, HE MIGHT. The better thing was that they had this exchange, and now she knows why Tony's been vague with her when it came to Avengers business and Brandy.

❝ Thanks, uh, have a good one, Carol. ❞

OH. WOAH. OKAY.

A rush of SOMETHING hits him as she watches Carol leave out the door. There's some anxiety that he still feels and he was going again, tomorrow and the next day, and he dreads having to talk and the attention. BUT HE GOT THROUGH. It wasn't so bad.

Clint looks up to Tony, to actually mean his eyes after he crushes the empty coffee cup in his hand because he doesn't know what to do with himself. ❝ Roll me home? ❞ He asks up to Tony, with attempt at a smile.

Tony hold the door open for Clint and then follows him in. There's a mix of people there. Some who look like rock bottom has stolen everything from them and others who look like they're doing very well for themselves, and everything in between. There's people in suits with briefcases that have clearly come straight from work, a mom who looks like she's barely even had a chance to shower today and is carrying a bag that doubles as handbag and diaper bag. There's a couple of people who look like they might be homeless. Carol is even there. Tony's glad for the variety. In the expensive rehab Tony had paid for would have given Clint a very specific demographic of addict. Here he can see with his own eyes there's not a type. Alcohol can get anyone.

He's less glad about Carol. Not that he's not happy to see her - or - maybe he isn't happy to see her. Things were repairing between them, but they weren't exactly good. It was unpleasant for Rhodey to say the least. But he knew that Clint seeing Carol was likely to bring on some shame. Especially considering the shocked look on her face and the fact she came right over. Tony grabbed a couple of paper cups from the rack and began to pour both he and Clint a cup.

"Tony," Carol said. "Clint. What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

"Same thing as you, I'd wager," Tony said. "How are you doing, Carol?"

They talked for a little while Tony handed Clint a coffee and donut. Then the meeting was called to start. Tony sat down the back with Clint. They called up people with anniversaries first and they talked about how hard it was and how worth it. About their lowest points and their highs. And then the floor was open to anyone who felt like they had something to say.

Tony went up to the podium.

"Hello everyone. I'm Tony and I'm an alcoholic," he said.

There were the usual choruses of 'hello Tony' from the group. "I'm a little over two years sober. I say that as if I don't know exactly how many days that is. 836 days, he looked at his watch, 16 hours. I could break it down to hours. To minutes. To seconds. And I can still taste that drink. That last drink. It was mead if you can believe that? What kind of alcoholic chooses mead as their drink of choice?

"Sometimes I wonder if the world is actively trying to make it almost impossible for me to stay sober. The kinds of temptation thrown in my path doesn't feel like the normal kind. But then, maybe the normal kind is just as bad. Stress. Abandonment. Even just being at an event and everyone having a glass in their hand except you, because you have a disease. You're too weak to be able to handle just one. It's hard. It's hard every single day. Sometimes it's hard down to the minute. But it's worth it. Fighting it is worth it. And It helps to have people there in your corner, fighting with you."

He looked over to where Clint was sitting. "I have brought a friend with me today. He was there for me at my lowest. When all my friends had abandoned me and left me to rot, he stepped up and gave me a home and a purpose. And now it's my turn to do it for him. It's not easy to come to one of these for the first time. But he's the best fighter I've ever met. So I know he can do this. Clint. Welcome to the first of our small steps."

[mastcrmarksman]

clint! how's your therapy and AA work going?

❝ The last thing my therapist said to me last session that I've had to mull over is if you lie to yourself; then are you really getting anywhere? ❞ That shouldn't be the most shocking revelation, but he really had to be called out like that. He's got to start working on that, and he knows she said that as well because therapy doesn't work either if he just shows up.

❝ Therapy's weird. It feels like my therapist is on my side and she's been clear that she's been doing some extra reading for how to handle a superhero. ❞ That felt like a good enough start, it's been a good fit compared to his last one, and more similar to first one he's worked with.

❝ AA's, uh... well, first I gotta stop trying to handle all my shit alone. It's, uh, what I'm realizing. Carol's my sponsor, she's as available as she can be when she's on Earth; 'cause y'know she's got the whole magical space girl thing going on. I've got other friends I can call on, or I'm reminded I have other friends. ❞ Yeah, that's always been one of his biggest flaws. Ask Kate Bishop about that one, specifically. That one always hurts.

❝ I'm working on owning up, making amends. There's some tough conversations with some people I've been avoiding ⸻ ❞ That isn't good, he knows that, and he's mostly thinking of two of the bigger names in his life. Mommy and Daddy Avenger, Tony and Steve. ❝ I know, I know, avoidance is bad. I'm just not thrilled for their judgement and the crying I'll probably do. ❞ He owed Tony quite a few apologies specifically and Steve's opinion always mattered way more then he'd ever care to admit to. The crying part he was serious about too.

❝ There's one guy whose been at most the meetings I've been to that I've made buddies with George. I've lost money to George, but he's a good guy. ❞ The context he's leaving out is that he and George tend to make bets with each other or play cards with bets. That has not been going in Clint's favor.