#ch; clint barton

[brw]

Hank Pym taught me that there are choices beyond programming! Janet Van Dyne, that there was beauty in the smallest of people. Pietro Maximoff, that if one's father is evil, it does not mean the child must be! Clint Barton, that there is no such thing as a powerless man! And Wanda, my dear Wanda... taught me that even an android can love!

Universe X #X by Alex Ross, written by Jim Krueger and drawn by Dougie Braithwaite

[arnieroth]

thunderbolts #75 | thunderbolts #109

i'm obsessed with whatever these two have going on

[jasperarsonaurelia]

Clint : what do you mean I’m the most annoying motherfucker on planet earth? How many times have you nearly got me killed?

Kayla : NOT ENOUGH

[mxrvelouscreations]

comforting (Clint for whoever)

@iamthexweapon

send me    ‘ comforting ‘    for my muse’s reaction to yours gently wiping their tears away after they’ve been caught crying  (for Pietro)

The speedster hadn't been expecting for anyone to find him hiding away in the gym this late. He had been trying his hardest to get himself back to where he had been before the incident but it seemed that his body wasn't bouncing back as quickly as he had liked. It had frustrated him, so much so that he had collapsed into a ball in tears, afraid that he would be letting everyone down. He hadn't heard Clint come in, hadn't heard him sit beside him and so, he initially flinched as he felt him touch him, wipe away his tears. Upon relaxing who it was though, he crumbled.

"I don't know what to do..."

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

The devil of Hell's Kitchen had been working in the shadows since his return from the dead.

Since the Hand had been finally taking out all the way- That left territory open for new criminals to move into the area. The Yakuza had caught wind of the Hand's demise and hadn't hesitated to take the opportunity to take over the areas that were now absent of their influence. Unfortunately for them.. the ghost of Hell's Kitchen was coming to haunt their entire foundation.

The devil would not tolerate the Yakuza moving back into Hell's Kitchen.

The fight that proceeded with the member he had been tracking down was intense, to say the least. A scream could be heard when he slapped a hand over their mouth to quiet them, and in the darkness he had dragged them in he found himself dodging cuts from a sword, club blocking the attempted slices before using his strength to knock it out of their hands. Finding himself dodging kicks and punches now, he found an opening where he threw a hard kick to their back, knocking them to the ground out of breath when he grabbed their arm, dragging it backwards with a sickening crack.

In the darkness, it wasn't obvious who was fighting them- The only thing being seen was the vigilante dragging them into an empty, nearby abandoned building, cloaked in darkness.

While they were unconscious, he tied them to a chair. When they awoke, he threw his billy club, wrapping it around their neck and pulling roughly, foot on the chair. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.. Where are the rest of your crew?" When he was met with silence, he tugged harder, voice dark when he spoke. "Dare mo anata no sakebigoe o kikimasen..”

(translation: Nobody will hear you scream.)

[illbringthechaosmagic]

@thenexusofsouls

Wanda moved to sit herself down on the couch beside Clint, pulling her knees up to her chest as she did so. Things had been rough as of late and she needed a moment to just take a deep breath. That was why she had asked Clint if she could sit with him, since it might be a moment of peace. "Just your company," she replied, looking at him. "I just... it's been a rough day, rough week. I can't stand the silence anymore."

"Hey Clint? Is it ok if I come sit with you for a little bit?"

"Yeah, Wanda, course you can," Clint replied. He knew things were rough for her since coming back after the Blip and being thrust suddenly into a battle... and then right into a funeral for Tony. That was enough to give anyone emotional whiplash. "You need anything?" he asked, more to let her know that he was there for her, and not so much that he thought there might be anything specific she would ask for. But if she did need something, well... he'd get that for her too. It was the least he could do.

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Ch 1 Arachnophobia: Fear of Spiders

Series: Phobia series

Pairings: Wanda x R

Word count: 997 WORDS

Summary: Clint gets a pet spider plays a prank thats not very funny. Wanda comforts you and Nat is there as well.

TW: spiders, panic attacks, getting locked in a room.

A/n new series

He just had to buy one didn’t he. Stupid idiot. I knew something was coming since i first reacted. It had been the morning of a perfectly fine Sunday. I had my regular bowl of cereal and a glass of juice. I was going to go sit where i sit every Sunday morning but when I entered the room and saw Clint holding the mother of all spiders i turned straight back around and went to my room instead. But not before I saw Clint shoot tony a sinister grin. That couldn’t be good.

It was a week later and the tower was quiet. Most people were sleeping in because for once there wasn’t much to do. Nat was training and Steve was out for his morning run. Tony was probably still in his lab and banner was probably with him.

Yawning you stretched out and threw your legs over the edge of the bed. Standing up you walked to the kitchen still in your Pjs. Putting on a pot of coffee you decided to have breakfast in your room so the sound of the living room TV didn’t wake anyone else up. When the coffee was done you poured yourself some and made a bowl of cereal. Picking it all up you made your way back to your room. It was almost nine am now so people would be getting up soon. As you passed the living room your brow furrowed as you spotted Clint and tony watching Tv. Those two never did anything good together. Hightailing it back to your room you shut the door with your foot and set the tray down the desk. Peeling back the sheets to get back into bed you froze. Sat on between the white sheets was a big hairy tarantula. Clints stupid spider. The scream you heard took you a minute to register as your own. Laughing broke out behind your door and you quickly crossed the room and jiggled the handle.

“Jarvis.” You said your breathing startling to speed up. “Jarvis open the door.”

“Im afraid Mr. Stark has initiated a code green lockdown of your quarters Ms L/n”

“Open the door now.” You said again. “Jarvis open the door.”

“Im afraid i cannot do that.” The AI responded. You began banging your fists on the door.

“Stark let me out. Let me out right now over your lab is gone by tomorrow.” You yelled.

“Calm down L/n jerry is great company. Give him a chance.” Clint said through the door. “We’ll give you two some alone time.”

“So help me Barton if you leave me here with that ball of fluff its gonna die.” You yelled.

“I cant hear you over all your bonding.” He called back and the footsteps retreated. You smacked your head against the door and let out a lounge frustrated scream sliding down the door. A moment later you heard hurried footsteps and a feminine voice call out.

“Y/n?! Are you ok?” It was Wanda. You cried in relief.

“Wanda please let me out.” You begged.

“Y/n/n the doors stuck. Hold on stand back I’m going to use my magic to break it down.” She said and you stepped away from the door and the bed at the same time. A moment later the door flew open and you threw yourself into Wanda’s arms. She grunted in response before wrapping her arms around you not expecting to be met with such force.

When she felt the collar of her pyjamas start to get soaked and small sobs wrack your body she carefully pulled you away her hands on your shoulders while she looked into your eyes.

“Y/n/n honey whats wrong?” She said softly. You shook your head and placed your forehead against hers signalling for her to read your mind before your buried your face in her collar again. Wanda wrapped her arms around you again and the two of you sunk to the floor of the hallway. Wandas back against the wall opposite your room.

“Do you want me to look in here?” She asked tapping your head and you nodded not removing yourself from her neck.

“Ok baby hold on to me and take some deep breathes it’ll be ok my sweet.” She said and began shifting through your memories of that morning. When she was done she was furious and held you even tighter. She knew how much you hated spiders and what Clint and tony had done wasn’t funny at all.

It was at this moment that the elevator dinged and you stiffened thinking it was the boys again. Wanda held you tighter and whispered in you ear.

“Its ok honey its just natty.” She said and Nat came over cautiously.

“Everything ok here wands?” She asked tentatively with an edge of concern.

“No. Not really.” Wanda said and you curled into her more. “Clint and tony thought it would be funny to put Clint’s spider in Y/n/n’s bed because she’s afraid of them.”

“Damn it Barton.” She grumbled. “I’ll do you a favour if i see the spider I’ll throw it off the roof for you.” You giggled slightly still buried in Wanda’s arms.

“In the meantime would you settle for me giving them a solid lecture and maybe a smack or two?” Nat asked.

You smiled into Wanda’s neck and nodded and nat smiled.

“I’ll get on that right away agent L/n” she said with a mock salute and Wanda chuckled. After Nat left to go yell at the boys Wanda picked you up with your legs around her waist and face still buried in her chest. She held you and walked you back to her room where she set you down on the bed still in her lap and threw the sheets over the two of you. She picked up the remote and put one your favourite sit come and held you while your breathing evened out until you eventually fell asleep. Emotionally exhausted.

MASTERLIST

[mjolnirswriststrap]

Mjolnir’s Masterlist

🐻=fluff 🔪=angst 💚=smut 18+ ✔️=finished

Bucky Barnes

• Love In The Dark 🔪✔️

• Texture 💚✔️

• Scared 🔪💚✔️

• Silver Bullet 🔪💚

-Pt. One

• You’re The Reason I Smoke 🔪✔️

-Pt. One, Two

• Trying To Derail My One Track Mind 🔪💚✔️

-Pt. One, Two

• Just Another Notch 🐻🔪💚

-Pt. One, Two, Three, Four, Five

• Haunted 🐻🔪

-Pt. One, Two, Three, Four, Five

• Christmas Countdown Request 🐻✔️

• It Was Never Gonna Happen, Doll | X-Men Au 🐻🔪💚 (coming soon)

Natasha Romanoff

• Executioner | Renaissance AU 💚✔️

Yelena Belova

• Pickpocket 🐻✔️

Clint Barton

• Christmas Countdown Request 🐻✔️

Logan Howelett

• It Was Never Gonna Happen, Doll 🐻🔪💚 (coming soon)

Multicharacter

• I Know You Liked It Steve/Loki🔪💚 ✔️

• Not My Type Part 2 Bucky/Steve 🔪✔️

• Video Games Bucky/Steve 🔪💚

• The Neon Martini Wanda/Nat 🐻🔪💚

Rafe Cameron

• Home 🔪💚

- Pt. One

Aegon Targaryen II

• Aegon’s Shadow 🐻🔪 (on hold)

-Ch. One, Two, Three, Four

Daemon Targaryen

• Christmas Countdown Request 🔪✔️

• Christmas Countdown Request 🐻 ✔️

Homelander

• Super Hearing ✔️

[there-must-be-a-lock]

Clint Barton/Roy Harper ship manifesto and recs for @dc-marvel-crossovers Pool Noodle Party!

At this point I think more than half the fics in this tag were written either by me or for me, so I might be biased, but god do I love this precious little pool noodle. These two are so perfect together.

Not just the archery, but the self-esteem (or lack thereof) and self-destructiveness and big soft scarred hearts, and the stubbornness to keep fighting no matter what. They both deserve the kind of care and loyalty they’re always trying to give to others. I love them.

Taking ship name suggestions because I cannot keep calling this ArseEye.

Here, have some fics!

Hope It Leaves A Mark ch. 2 by @thepartyresponsible - every line of this ficlet is jam-packed with perfect characterization and gorgeously precise language. Features one of my favorite Clint/Roy parallels: their tendency to be underestimated because they look like hot messes. The juxtaposition of chaotic disaster and breathtaking competence is perfect.

Maybe he really is Arsenal. Because he might seem to carry himself with all the strategic acumen of your average inebriated raccoon, but so far every move he’s made has been absolutely beautiful. Clint’s prepared to admit he’s a little charmed by that.

To Have (and to owe) by @sammialex - peak mopey sad-sack self-destructive boys throwing themselves into a fight because they don’t value their own lives. Gorgeous use of imagery. Very whumpy, but they bring each other a little sunshine and hope too. This sums the pair of them up all too well:

…it’d been so long since Roy had a mission he wanted to complete, instead of a mission he half hoped he’d die for.

Soft target by @bill-longbow - Ronin!Clint and a Roy who’s struggling with sobriety. Angsty but so sweet. Something about Roy seeing himself in Clint but taking better care of him/having more empathy for him than he ever would do/feel for himself — yeah, that hits me right in the feels. Also with podfic and art!

There's something familiar about him Roy can't catch, but it might as well be because Roy recognizes that look from the mirror. Try and hurt me, nothing you can throw at me is worse than what I do to myself.

The Beverage Comrade by @sishal01 - pure fluff and adorable awkward flirting. The cutest pair of dorks. Also with podfic!

Okay earth, he thinks, I’m ready now to be swallowed up, please. Any time would be good.

To Roy’s surprise the crinkles around the guy's eyes only grow deeper, his mouth falling into an easy lopsided smile.

disasterosity by @bittercape - could function as a primer on why these two are fucking perfect together. Spot-on banter and wit and chaotic humor with just enough self-deprecation to ring true to character. Funny as fuck.

“You fished me out of a dumpster like two hours ago, nobody’s into that.”

“Don’t diss the dumpster life,” Clint says reflexively, and Roy laughs, loud and surprised.

[mxrvelouscreations]

@iamthexweapon

Pietro was excited. Sure, car journeys weren't all that fun, but he was getting to spend the day with some of his favourite people and that was what mattered. He had jumped at the chance to go out with his sister, Nat and Clint, even if it was just to go shopping and get some coffee. It was a pleasant change from their usual workdays at least.

By the end of the day though, Pietro had used up most of his energy. The coffee had given him a second wind but on the drive back home, he had found himself unable to stay awake. Soon he was fast asleep, head resting on Clint's shoulder. He only stirred when he felt Clint shaking him awake.

"Mmmph but I was comfortable!"

slump (Pietro for Clint; @mxrvelouscreations )

@mxrvelouscreations

Spending all day in the backseat of a car was the last thing that Clint wanted to do that day. However, when Wanda and Natasha drag you out to do something, you can't really say no. Pietro was tagging along because Clint was and again, you don't say no to Wanda. So the two of them were shoved into the back seat while Natasha and Wanda took the front.

It had been a long day and Clint was worn out. Shopping, eating lunch, getting coffee, a random hour long walk at a park, and even more shopping was a lot to do in one day. He reclined back against the seat and Pietro followed, falling asleep on his shoulder. Clint laughed but allowed the action.

When Natasha pulled back into the Stark Mansion garage, Clint took the cue to wake up Pietro, "Kid, wakey wakey, time to go inside. I'm no longer your pillow." He laughed.

[arnieroth]

thunderbolts #38 (2000)

[jasperarsonaurelia]

Kayla : come on, guys, have I ever put you in a dangerous situation?

Kate : yes

Clint : almost constantly 

Kayla : then you should be used to it

[mxrvelouscreations]

send me   “ you’re here…?”   for your muse to wake up in a hospital bed and find my muse holding their hand. TO ANDREW / FROM CLINT.

@reiignonme

Andrew had rushed to the hospital as soon as he had gotten word of Clint's injuries. Thankfully, his friend had covered for him at the pet store, having seen the state that Andrew was in. He had asked at the desk for Clint's room, making his way there and sitting down at his bedside, his hand slipping into his. He had held it up to his head, eyes closed as he prayed for the other to wake up and be ok. Upon hearing his voice, he peered up at him, eyes welling up when he realised he hadn't been imagining it. "Hey... hey yeah I'm here... how are you feeling?"

[mxrvelouscreations]

@voluntadfuerte

Bucky's brow raised at the other's comment, having not expected to hear that from Clint. Not that he thought Clint wasn't smart, it was more that this kind of lingo was usually coming from Tony or Bruce. "I have no idea really. All I know is... it's far more comfortable than the arm that they originally gave me. It doesn't feel like it's digging into my chest..."

Bucky.

Bucky watched as the other reached out to touch his arm, his brow furrowing for a second before he relaxed. He was used to having others touch the old arm, the handlers always checking to see if there were any defects. They were rough however, so the gentleness that Clint seemed to have wasn’t something he was used to. “It’s not, most people just assume that it will be for some reason. And luckily, it doesn’t freeze,” he muttered, “the last one wasn’t a fan in the end of the cold.”

“The reason is that it’s metal and metal is a great heat conductor. It wouldn’t be the same if it was ceramic,” Clint said, showing more of the fact he wasn’t an imbicile that he usually did. People tended to overlook him and he let them. Being underestimated often worked in his advantage. “But i guess Vibranium is different.” Clint was no vibranium expert. But considering just how versatile he had seen it being used, heat resistance wouldn’t be out of left field. “The real question tho is if magnets get stuck on it.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He had finally said his goodbyes to Karen and Foggy for the night after what was probably the first successful night out between the three of them in.. quite awhile. The tension was still there- But he was happy just to have them both in his life again. He had just exited the bar and walked down the street towards his apartment when he heard a loud, indistinguishable crash.. In a dumpster he was all too familiar with.

He hurried towards the sound,setting his cane aside momentarily to see who was there. He didn't recognize the heartbeat- But he could, however hear the strained, uneven breathing due to three cracked ribs, and said person being knocked out cold. He sighed, pushing his cane into a folded up position and hooking it to his belt loop, before slowly dragging the stranger out of the dumpster with a bit of strain; dead weight was harder to lift, and this was no light man, muscular arms and a toned body.. as he dragged him out, he hooked his arms under his legs and began to carry the unconscious man towards his apartment. If they ended up being bad news, then... well.

They'd cross that bridge when they came to it.

{ matt finding clint on the run from the UN; CACW era clintmatt/devilarcher }

[dc-marvel-crossovers]

Day 1: a magnificent slice of stardust by @bittercape. Roy Harper/Tony Stark, 857 words, rated T.

Day 2: An Adamantium Shovel by @notherdeadrobin. Jason Todd/Slade Wilson & Logan, 3496 words, rated T.

Day 3: The Stockings Were Hung by @betrayedbycinnamon. Bucky Barnes/Jason Todd/Clint Barton, 3945 words, explicit.

Day 4: Can’t Start A Fire Without A Spark by @mightymightygnomepriest. Frank Castle/Jason Todd, 1322 words, explicit.

Day 5: Winter Traditions by @carcrash429. Clint Barton/Ronon Dex (Stargate Atlantis), 1152 words, rated G.

Day 6: Barebow by @artaxlivs. Clint Barton/Jason Todd, 3421 words, rated M.

Day 7: Biggest Fan by @claraxbarton. Clint Barton/Roy Harper, art.

Day 8: Make It Up As We Go Along by @there-must-be-a-lock. Roy Harper/Clint Barton, 4922 words, rated T

Day 9: early next mornin’ (‘bout a half past nine) by @capriciouswrites. Karen Page & Jason Todd, 2212 words, rated M.

Day 10: Just Want You For My Own (More Than You Could Ever Know) by @there-must-be-a-lock. Dick Grayson/Jason Todd and Dick Grayson/Clint Barton, 4461 words, explicit

Day 11: Baby It's Hot Outside by @claraxbarton. Clint Barton/Jason Todd and Clint Barton/Diana Prince, art.

Day 12: Sit By The Fire by @darbydoo22. Steve Rogers/Dick Grayson, 746 words, rated G.

Day 13: On Target by @claraxbarton. Clint Barton/Roy Harper, art.

Day 14: Waiting For Something More by @wyxan. Peter Parker/Michelle Jones & Tim Drake, 2342 words, rated G.

Day 15: Nocking Point by @artaxlivs. Jason Todd/Clint Barton. 5042 words, explicit.

Day 16: any frontier, any hemisphere by @bittercape. Jason Todd/Steve Rogers, 719 words, rated T.

Day 17: Christmas Magic by TheologyDiscography. Clint Barton & Harry Potter, 1694 words, rated G.

Day 18: to hold saltwater in your mouth by @paprikadotmp4. Jason Todd/Bucky Barnes, 598 words, rated T.

Day 19: Wake Up by @claraxbarton. Clint Barton/Jason Todd, art.

Day 20: Birds of a Feather by @carcrash429. Clint Barton/Sam Wilson/Dick Grayson, 1291 words, rated G.

Day 21: all things nature’s given by @carcrash429. Clint Barton & Dick Grayson, 1327 words, rated G.

Day 22: I’ll Take The Dangerous One by @wyxan. Yelena Belova/Stephanie Brown, 2698 words, rated T.

Day 23: In Brightest Day by @claraxbarton. Clint Barton/Kyle Rayner, art.

Day 24: can’t start a fire without a spark, ch. 2 by @mightymightygnomepriest. Frank Castle/Jason Todd, 3468 words, explicit.