#clint barton; shootsxruns

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Text Message Prompts -> Accepting // hey @shootsxruns, how much blood are you covered in if you need that much soap? -> [text]: I bought too much soap off etsy and now I don’t know what to do with it…I smell like Captain America. - to clint

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:01 pm ] -> wait which cap?

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:03 pm ] -> your dad or the old man one or sam?

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:10 pm ] -> wait a minute

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:12 pm ] -> katie bought a bunch of soap too

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:15 pm ] -> is there some new soap craze I don't know about?

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:17 pm ] -> at least you'll be able to wash away all the blood

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:20 pm ] -> that you left on my couch

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:23 pm ] -> when did i say my apartment was a safehouse?

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The huff that she gives in a sentiment that he could relate to. Any time he was told to sit on the sidelines too, he knew he would be sighing and bemoaning about it until he got himself involved anyways. Sometimes, to the determent of whatever was going on. Hell, he was curious now too.

❝ I've spent the better half of two decades being given vague to no answers from Nat. I think it's in her blood now at this point. ❞ Although, sometimes that usually came from uncertainty and from what he gathers that's where nerves set in, even for someone like Natasha.

Clint sits opposite of her, scratching at his own chin and snapping his fingers until Lucky comes over to let him pet him, give him something to do before he knows he'll inevitable have to pass the tv remote to Ana and be subjected to whatever she wanted to watch.

❝ Junk food is the only food I know. ❞ That's not actually true; he had raw ingredients for cooking when he felt like cooking or knew he'd need the good food boot for training days. Clint scoffs a laugh as she says she wants to learn to shoot his bow.

❝ My bow... or a bow? ❞ Without years of training and familiarity with bows, pulling and shooting from a two hundred and fifty draw weight wasn't just about pure strength. His pride with archery wasn't just spawned from ego.

Ana huffed in her chair, find herself collapsing just slightly at the thought of being stuck there while her parents were off fighting the fight that she had wanted to be a part of. More than once Bucky had mentioned how much like Steve Ana really was. There was a sigh as she looked out the window.

"No...Not surprising though...They tend to try an' not tell me how long there gonna be gone." Made it easier to not get pestered about when they would be coming home if they never knew to begin with.

She never really let herself stay more than grumpy about it. She knew her parents just wanted to protect her. She could respect that, it didn't stop her own desire to do the right thing and protect people. It was so easy for her to not remember that she just needed to worry about being a kid sometimes.

"If we're gonna be stuck here though..." She finally mused, looking up at him almost like she was sizing him up. Even through she wasn't. "Can we at least eat junk food? And I wanna learn how to shoot your bow."

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Marvel's The Order (2007) quotes -> Accepting // hey! be nice to your uncle, he is very tired and somebody did try to stab us !! @shootsxruns -> Hey -- toughen up, buttercup. - to uncle clint!

HE SQUINTS AT HER, TOTALLY OFFEND. LIP PARTING.

There's an internal debate of whether he takes the arrow shaft that he was working on to whack her or reach over to flick her on the forehead. It would absolutely be earned, considering he was recording from a stab to his shoulder. Trying to defend him and Ana from a hunter duo who had manged to get the jump on the two of them.

Some of his arrows got snapped in the ensuing fight, and considering he had a thing about using bows? They were taking the lull in infected to craft more, and let his stab wound heal. At least for day.

TRAVELING ACROSS THE COUNTRY WAS GOING LIKE THIS.

❝ Oh, I'm sorry, pigeon! Were you the one stabbed and thrown flat on his ass breaking most of my ammunition? ❞ He snips right back as he lifts up an arrow to wave it around. Clint huffs, grumbles to himself of nothing that could be made out as he finishes up another arrow.

❝ There should be deer up in these parts, and ARROWS are going to be a lot more effective in not scaring them away. So don't toughen up buttercup me. ❞ He doesn't see her being useful at the moment.

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difficult person test

You are a somewhat difficult person to get along with (55.71%).

Clint Barton is not an easy person :)) OH. I WONDER IF IT'S THE ALCOHOLISM

tagged by the kate to my clint @amethystarrows (clint is just kate x2; here's why he needs her to bring him down)

tagging; @wirwolff, @redheadarcher, @ir0nheir, @overclocks, @shootsxruns, @diaboluse, @grimmusings, @liibertysdream, @terminuszen, @cosmicrayed, @spinxeret, @vekovoysoldat, @mr-tony-stark, and you the viewer at home! (i wanna see everyone do this one tbh / so steal it and you may tag me)

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HE MEANS TO COMPLAIN ABOUT HIS ARROWS AS A JEST. That was something he could get over, craft them both more and if kept being clean with his shots? He could reuse them, which would always be a point he would use against the argument of why not use guns more. Bullets were not reusable like an arrow could be.

Clint looks up at the kid standing over him; his niece was the only living family and the reason that he's burning the oil, pushing himself as hard as he could. SHE'S BEEN THROUGH A LOT. They both had, but they had making this out alright.

At least he thinks so, given the world state and given how Bucky and Natasha left the both of them. IT WAS FUCKED BUT HE'S WORKING TO UNFUCK IT, YOU HEAR HIM? A sight passes his lips, Clint was trying not to be snippy as he could be, usually was.

HE SEES HOW MUCH ANA IS TRYING.

❝ With the arrows, nah, pigeon. It's alright, I can make more unlike bullets. ❞ Ana's already had to encounter and deal with Clint's thing about guns. A couple weeks back they were they moving a small group, and someone tried to put a gun in his hand. HE STILL DID BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE IN PROBLEM SOLVING.

❝ Show me your snare work than, I think I still remember how to make rabbit stew. ❞ He scratches at his chin, and he's trying to give her as many opportunities to feel like she's contributing. It wouldn't matter to him if she did less, SHE DESERVES SOME CUT SLACK. Clint sure as hell knew he needed that when he lost his wife Bobbi and his adopted teenager Kate.

⧗ ┉┉┉ Life without her parents was...NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE to get used to sometimes. Sometimes she would wake up in the morning, and expect to hear her mom or dad quip something about rising and shining, and while her UNCLE CLINT did the best that he could to make up where she lacked with missing them...When he would do things like try and help her when she fell, it was a CONSTANT reminder of her parents.

When he spoke, she paused for a moment, rolling her lips before looking down at the CANNED BEANS she had made her dinner for the night, and a stale dinner role she had grabbed when they passed through a settlement who offered to help them. Because they didn't know who SHE was.

ANA thought about adding that they wouldn't be in the situation of needing to worry about ammunition, but given his sore mood about being knocked over on them, she decided to keep her mouth shut for now, rolling her lips again.

"I saw rabbit droppings in the woods. I can make some snares and see if we catch any." She tried to help where she could. She was quite CAPABLE already, but she knew she was still just a kid, and being able to do something like trap often helped her parents...well when they were alive, not be so worried about her. "I'm...I'm sorry about the arrows. Can I help?"

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✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) ] -> Remember when you are at my funeral remember ✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) ] -> You killed your uncle ✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) ] -> the infamous card she wont let me buy a knockoff avengers figures with ✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) ] -> oh OH OH so you are like thousands in ✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) ] -> well first you hand a box of soap to buck and says this is how you lose the title greasest avenger ✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) ] -> eat them? if they smell good? ✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) ] -> become the soap assassin new identity ✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) ] -> we could throw them off of buildings, get the bugle to freak out about a soap invasion

✉ [ The Babysitter ( Uncle Clint ) / sent, 5:01pm pm ] ➙ OH IM TELLING HIM!

✉ [ The Babysitter ( Uncle Clint ) / sent, 4:28 pm ] ➙ He's gonna be so mad! LOL!

✉ [ The Babysitter ( Uncle Clint ) / sent, 4:28 pm ] ➙ as far as how much...

✉ [ The Babysitter ( Uncle Clint ) / sent, 4:28 pm ] ➙ uhh well I used mom's credit card...so don't remember the number.

✉ [ The Babysitter ( Uncle Clint ) / sent, 4:28 pm ] ➙ the box is the size of my desk.

✉ [ The Babysitter ( Uncle Clint ) / sent, 4:28 pm ] ➙ what do i do?!

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✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:36 pm ] -> Your dad smells like grease

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:37 pm ] -> Don't tell him I said that

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:42 pm ] -> But I am telling Buckaroo you think he smells like FREEDOM

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:44 pm ] -> how much if too much?

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:45 pm ] -> in dollar signs or in stacks of soap?

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:47 pm ] -> in the neighborhood.....

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:49 pm ] -> I know for a fact you don't live in Bed Stuy

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:51 pm ] -> FOR THE RECORD

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:54 pm ] -> I run OUT of first supplies because YOU USE THEM UP

✉ [ Better Bucky (Ana) / sent, 4:59 pm ] -> 44 is a respectable youthful age

✉ [ The Babysitter ( Uncle Clint ) / sent, 4:25 pm ] ➙ ummm...i mean don't they all smell like FREEDOM? ✉ [ The Babysitter ( Uncle Clint ) / sent, 4:26 pm ] ➙ LOL! Srry, couldn't resist! ✉ [ The Babysitter ( Uncle Clint ) / sent, 4:28 pm ] ➙ In all seriousness though...it's a prank. ✉ [ The Babysitter ( Uncle Clint ) / sent, 4:30 pm ] ➙ And I think I may have gone in too much with this one... ✉ [ The Babysitter ( Uncle Clint ) / sent, 4:32 pm ] ➙ Look I was in the neighborhood...And you really need to keep that first aid kit stocked. You never know when you might need to patch yourself up old man.

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There was no way he was caving this time, even if curiosity did kill the cat and he was the cat. It doesn't help that Ana wanted to follow and know just as much as he did, probably more. However, he was trying this time to respect the instructions he was given and trust that he wasn't needed there, or that they were part a different part of the plan.

Clint follows his eyes over to Lucky as well, whose happily wagging his tail and sticking out his tongue as he receives affection from Ana. ❝ Look at him, how could I not bring him into this? You'd leave him by his lonesome? ❞ He gestures his hand to the mutt.

Thank god that Ana had a sense of humor, mocking him for his slip up talking to her like she was Lucky who needed a walk. ❝ I think Lucky has one stashed under the entertainment center if you need to bite something. ❞

He mirrors her movements, leaning into the table with a sigh. ❝ Oh, uh- ❞ He hadn't asked, Clint really needed to stop saying yes to everything, at least when it came to threatening superspies. ❝ I don't know, anything get mentioned to you? It could be days, weeks... Wait, what if it's months? ❞ He was not prepared for impromptu god-fatherhood. This was more dramatic speculation than anything else.

Ana knew Clint and her mom were close. She was glad she had someone when the family had been separated. She allowed it to slide for now, though she was far from done with trying to get him to cave on trying to catch up to them. No matter how much that was NOT going to happen.

She smirked and looked to the dog at their feet, seeing his cute dopey face and reaching to pet him behind the ears.

"You would bring him into this?" She asked with a fake sense of drama to it. As if to say 'how could you?' "I'm sure he'd love having the place all to himself anyways."

A furrowed brow watched him as he asked his questions, actually looking to the dog at their feet by the table before looking back to Clint. "Now but I could use a chew toy if ya got one." She mocked before leaning her elbows onto the table. "So how many days do we have to do this anyways?

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Don't let her get involved.

That was all. His mission was as simple as that. Clint didn't know anymore than that. It wasn't like he could ask Natasha about what she would be up to. All he saw was the ammunition boxes and her steel herself as she always does. That's not for lack of trying on Clint's part that he know only five words.

The man asked and bugged for any details to no avail.

Don't let her get involved.

❝ You think you can out-puppy eyes Lucky? You're going to hurt his feelings if you do. Do you want to hurt my dog's feelings? ❞

He could play this game all day. Babysitting wasn't the worst job to get assigned. Blue eyes squint as she smiles at him, it's a marvel to look at her and see his two friends in her. Cute. He's so proud. When she brings up what they were supposed to do, that's where Clint realizes the flaw in these plans. What were they going do?

Boredom always was one of his greatest adversaries. ❝ I don't know. You hungry or need a walk? That came out wrong. ❞

━━━━━ * 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐌. She would have to try other methods. She huffed, her shoulders SLOUCHING in momentary defeat. She looked down and kicked at the ground with her booted foot, shrugging her bag over her shoulder and continuing into the house.

As far as people she could have ended up with while her parents were off fighting NAZI's...without her, much to her disdain, Clint wasn't actually THAT bad. He was funny at least. And didn't always act like an old man like some.

"What about the puppy dog eyes." She teased before walking into the house. "Mom and Dad say it's getting pretty good."

She joked MOSTLY. A very characteristic smile that she only could have inherited from her mom. She smiled brighter when he mentioned her mom being far scarier than her. "You haven't seen me with a knife." She countered before collapsing into a dining room chair dramitcally. "So what are we even supposed to do while their gone?"

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Why does he always get put on babysitting duty? It's not lost on him that it's because if he tried to fight either Natasha or Bucky on this. Super spies and super soldiers with their super serum. He wasn't going to fight them on this, but they had to at least know he'd be the worst possibly babysitter.

❝ Come on, don't do Buckaroo's grumpy cat face. It's not cute on him, it's not gonna work on me. ❞

He crosses his arms back, matching her in his stance and pouts just as much. It was simple, they stay put. That's all they had to do. Clint's not going to be swayed because his best friend's kid pouts at him.

Although, why they were leaving them behind? When Clint's known to go notoriously off script and interject himself into any mission.

❝ Your mother's looked at me with meaner looks than that while a holding knife. ❞

[ @oceansfirst ] 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒: " 𝐚𝐡, 𝐚𝐡, 𝐚𝐡... 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞. "

━━━━━ * Ana looked back at her mother's best friend, her arms crossed over the front of her with a bit of an incredulous look. "It seems to be pretty simple." She countered back, aware at how childish she sounded. She didn't WANT to be left behind, even if her parents explained it was for her own good.