#marvel clint Barton

[reveryfics]

anything with smut for clint (mcu)?

shield agent reader !!

Heat Of The Moment

Clint Barton x Male Reader

Summary: Clint finds you in the bathroom after a mission from S.H.I.E.L.D didn't go exactly as planned.

A/N: Loving all the requests that are flowing in.

TW: Gay Sex - Public Sex - 18+ - Females DNI

Clint leaned against the cool tile wall opposite you, arms crossed, his gaze unwavering. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken tension and lingering adrenaline. He watched you scrub at your hands, the water turning a faint pink before swirling down the drain. Finally, he pushed off the wall, the movement drawing your attention.

"Desk duty, huh?" he remarked, his voice low, almost a murmur. "Guess they figured that was light punishment for an 'unwanted death'." The air quoted the last two words, a bitter edge to his tone.

You rolled your eyes, a familiar weariness settling over you. Without a word, you reached for the hem of your blood-soaked vest, the fabric stiff and uncomfortable. The buttons of your once pristine white shirt followed, revealing the defined muscles of your chest and abdomen. Clint's eyes followed the movement, a slow smirk spreading across his face.

"Take a picture, Barton," you drawled, tossing the discarded garments onto the floor. "Heard those last longer." Turning back to the mirror, you ran a hand through your hair, still damp from the steam.

You didn't see him move, but suddenly he was there, leaning against the sink beside you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. "Still look good, even covered in blood," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you. "Suits you, actually. Makes you look…dangerous."

A chuckle escaped your lips. This was a familiar dance, a ritual played out after every mission that pushed you both to the edge. Clint's way of apologizing, of acknowledging the unspoken bond forged in the heat of battle. It was always physical, a raw, visceral connection that cut through the tension and left you both breathless. And you never objected.

Turning to face him fully, you placed your hands on his hips, the denim of his jeans rough beneath your fingers. You tugged him closer, closing the remaining space between you, and initiated a kiss. It was immediate and fierce, a desperate meeting of mouths. He responded instantly, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You lifted him onto the edge of the sink, the ceramic cool against the backs of his thighs.

Breaking the kiss, you dropped to your knees, your gaze locking with his. You reached for his belt buckle, the metal cool against your fingertips, and slowly unfastened it. He mirrored your actions, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his own shirt, discarding it carelessly onto the floor. You tugged his jeans and boxers down around his ankles, revealing his already hardening cock. You took it in your hand, the length surprisingly smooth, and began to stroke, your thumb tracing the sensitive underside. You pressed kisses to his thighs, his hips, the taste of him already intoxicating. He leaned back against the mirror, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his fingers tangling in your hair.

You licked the underside of his shaft, the vein throbbing beneath your tongue. He groaned, his legs tightening around your head, trapping you in his embrace. Slowly, deliberately, you took the tip of his cock into your mouth, the taste sharp and musky. You moved your head up and down, a steady, rhythmic motion, savoring the way he bucked against you. The sound of his moans filled the small space, echoing off the tile walls. It wasn't long before he pulled you away, his grip on your hair firm but not harsh.

You sighed, a frustrated sound, and stood, your own desire now a burning ache. Quickly, you undid your belt, the leather snapping open. You yanked your jeans and boxers down, the fabric pooling around your ankles. Taking a step forward, you positioned yourself between his legs, the hard ridge of your own cock pressing against his thigh. You pulled him into another heated kiss, the urgency between you palpable.

Clint moved his hips slowly, grinding his cock against yours, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through you. His hands roamed your body, tracing the lines of your back, the curve of your shoulders. The air in the small bathroom crackled with unspoken need.

A distant sound, the muffled thud of footsteps approaching the door, snapped you both to attention. You froze, holding your breath, waiting until the sound faded.

"You're taking blame this time if we get caught," you murmured against his neck, your voice husky with arousal. He only nodded, his eyes glazed over, lost in the moment.

The kiss deepened, tongues tangling, moans escaping your lips and his, filling the small space. You gripped his hips, pulling him off the counter just far enough to thrust upwards, stopping halfway to allow him to adjust before sinking all the way in.

It was slow, deliberate, each thrust a calculated exploration. You peppered kisses across his bare chest, hissing softly as his nails dug into your back, a sharp, pleasurable sting.

Clint's legs wrapped tighter around your waist, pulling you closer, your hips grinding against his. "Fuck," he moaned, his voice thick with need. "Harder."

You grunted, your hips snapping upwards to meet his with each thrust, the rhythm building, the tension coiling tighter.

You wrapped your hand around his shaft, jerking him in time with your thrusts, the added stimulation pushing him closer to the edge. Your lips trailed down his chest, leaving a trail of wet hickeys in their wake, before returning to his mouth, the kiss frantic and desperate. Your hips stuttered, his body clenching around you, and you both cried out, your names echoing in the small room as you reached your breaking point. You thrust once more, burying yourself deep inside him as you came, his own climax following hot on your heels.

You pulled out slowly, the slickness of your bodies creating a soft, wet sound. You took a moment to compose yourself, your breath ragged, and helped Clint slide off the counter. You both moved with a practiced efficiency, cleaning up the mess, wiping away any trace of your encounter.

Helping him off the counter, you made sure everything was clean before redressing yourself, the clean clothes feeling strangely alien against your still-heated skin.

Clint leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. "Bet you were a little turned on by the thought of getting caught," he murmured, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You rolled up your sleeves, a small smirk playing on your lips. "Wouldn't exactly complain," you replied, your voice low and husky. You reached for the handle, unlocking the bathroom door, and stepped out, leaving Clint standing there just as another agent walked in, a confused look on their face.

[ghostcattzz]

[luvlyycy]

calmly thinking abt clint eating pussy. 🙇🏽‍♀️

he's sloppy. and loud.

his hands are pushing your thighs open as he places kisses on your swollen clit. tongue dipping into your hole to lick up your juices before spelling his name across your bud.

he has his eyes stuck on you, dark and you can't tell but he's smiling. he moves one hand from your thigh to push two fingers past the restraints of your tight cunt. curling them upwards right into that particular spot— you moan out his name, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as your hands hook into his long hair.

he laughs into your pussy, face drenched— "ya like that, baby?" and you feverishly nod. you pull at his hair to rub your cunt over his face, fat pussy lips rubbing against his cheeks and your clit being bumped against his nose.

he lets his body be your pleasure device, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he does so. hump, hump, squelch, squelch.

"mmnn.. i'm g'nna cum.. clint..— " he simply hums, using his two fingers to fuck in and out of you at a rapid pace— good hands and all that . . .

your legs shake around his head, long strands of blonde hair tickling your inner thighs as you lock them around his head. he lets you ride it out, feeling the soft trickle of squirt running down from your clit and onto his open mouth— he almost cums right then and there.

he's winning the pussy eating contest !

link for all ur troubles ! 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️

[woods-and-adlers-left-hand-chap]

Clint Barton would be a great faceless character he's mostly already forgotten even when talking about the original six avengers he's nearly always forgotten.

I was looking at blankets the other day(for my dog who I should be getting in a months time) and nearly every thing I found not just blankets had the original six but Clint was always replaced with another character or forgotten all together.

I absolutely love Clint and think he's a drastically underrated character even though he's got his own show,I also think that if he was a faceless character he would of got more recognition.

jeremy renner is also an amazing actor

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Clint Barton/Hawkeye (18th June)

Marvel Comics

[katebishopsleftshoe]

clint barton x younger!avenger

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a/n: my first headcanon-post on here aahhh I'm so excited! I hope you guys enjoyy

word count: 1.2k

warnings: age gap (reader is 24, clint is in his 40s), reader is fem!

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• clint barton is not the type to go for younger girls

• usually he leaves that to tony stark, who is basically leonardo di caprio reincarnated

• "noo don't turn 25 you're so sexy aha" - literally tony

• but then this young woman joins the avengers, probably just turned 24, amazing fighting skills

• everyone in the compound is all infatuated with her, watching her every move with heart eyes

• clint barton can't help but admire her too, but he knows that such a young gorgeous girl like her would never want an old guy like him

• miss new girl has already wrapped steve rogers around her little finger and clint knows he stands no chance

• until things take a twist

• you have an upcoming mission which clint is supposed to train you for

• you're both very nervous to start training together, mostly because you've both been eyeing each other for a while (not knowing that it's mutual)

• greetings at first training are kept very short, just because you're both very nervous

"clint", you nod, greeting your new training partner. he was just walking into the gym, water bottle in his hand. his training clothes consisted of grey sweatpants and a black long-sleeve compression shirt. jesus christ. you had to stop yourself from drooling.

"y/n", he greets back with a tight-lipped smile.

• clint obviously showed up to training like this on purpose, wanting to see if you'd have a particular reaction

• spoiler alert: um yeah you did

• basically it only increased the little crush you were harboring on him

• when clint saw you stare at his muscles for a little too long, he had to bite back a smile

• eventually, when the two of you would become more comfortable with each other and he would wear similar things, he would ask you stuff like: "like what you see?"

• you just roll your eyes, overplaying the fact that obviously you do 🙄

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• after a while of training, you and clint become a well-coordinated team!

• you notice that you guys actually have the same type of humor, so training sessions are always filled with lots of laughter

• before training, clint braids your hair so it doesn't get in the way (i'm screaming)

• he knows a few braids because of his daughter and he's glad he remembered them so now he can do them on your hair

• he's soo afraid to hurt you during training and always goes easy on you

• freaks out when you fall

• "baby are you okay?" and he says it so worriedd

• the "baby" just slips out 🤭

• both of you get so flustered

• clint is like "why tf did I just say that" to himself

• you only murmur that you're fine, allowing him to help you up, but he accidentally pulls you up against his chest

• he literally freaks out even more when you touch his torso with your hands

• you quickly distance yourselves from each other, awkwardly avoiding each other's gaze

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• moments like these only get more frequent between you two

• for example when you have to sit on clint's lap on the way home from a mission because there isn't enough space in the car or when you bump into him the hallways of the compound, him being shirtless because he just took a shower

• you both know you like each other as more than just friends / teammates but you don't know what to do about it

• so you just quietly pine for each other and flirt during training

• but of course it's always just "friendly" and "casual"

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• clint and you obviously have banter, his sarcasm and playfulness is at its peak when he's with you

• the two of you like having little verbal play fights

• clint during training with you: "that's the best you can do?"

• and he says this while smirking and wiggling his eyebrows which makes you want to jump him 🙄

• but you counter: "your ass must be pretty jealous of all the shit that comes out your mouth"

• this makes clint laugh loudly and he wraps an arm around your shoulder for a moment saying "good one" while grinning

• in general he lovessss that you always have comebacks for his sarcastic remarks

• sometimes, when he wants to tease you even more, he picks you up, slinging you over his shoulder 🤭

• "clint, put me down!!!"

• "sorry princess, no can do! not until you agree to stop whining about me paying for your lunch"

• "clint-"

• "no y/n, I don't want to hear it. I really don't mind paying from time to time. anything for you"

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• a few days later, you, clint and the other avengers went out to party to celebrate another mission gone well

• you're eager to dance and you wanna dance with clint

• he refuses first, which annoys you

• "come on you grandpa"

• "y/n I have many skills but dancing isn't one of them", he laughs

• "come onn, try at least!!", you encourage him, smirking

• he sighs, reluctantly letting you drag him on the dance floor

• you both start dancing while the other avengers go to the bar to order drinks

• they come back to their seats only to see you and clint making out on the dance floor 🤭

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• that evening basically kick-started your relationship

• literally, clint can't believe he pulled you

• he feels so lucky to be your bf

• but he's also so scared you will dump him for any other younger guy you meet

• he definitely thinks he's not good enough for you :(

• so you gotta reassure him sometimes

• you guys are the goofy couplee

• you make dad jokes to each other all.the.time and your friends are soooo annoyed by y'all

• you even make jokes during missions like when there's a weird ass looking alien you have to fight you tell clint:

• "omg clint look he's literally you"

• clint: 💀

• honestly he loves you but sometimes he's also so done with you because why are you showing him the 5th meme in a row??? XD

• clint does take on the more dominant role in your relationship bc he's always watching out for you, does a lot of things for you (he once built you a shelve from Ikea you really wanted for your books)

• he likes to take the lead so when you're with him and for example exploring a new city / traveling, you can just relax and because you know clint already took care of everything that needed taking care of!!

• maybe he also has a slight arrogance and thinks he knows things better just because he's older and more experienced 🙈

• that's probably his only red flag though, other than that he's naturally a golden retriever bf

• when you're sad he always knows how to lighten the mood and make you feel better instantly

• his kids also love you and after laura left clint you're definitely not the stepmom but the mom THAT STEPPED UP!!

• you and his kids are clint's #1 priority and he intends to spend the rest of his life with u :))

i hope you guys enjoyed!!

[mikeluciraphgabe]

Oh Clint Barton, how the MCU massacred you

[mohish-ko]

★ Hear evil, See evil, Warn of evil

[morgangalaxy43]

The Avengers 2012 era was the best time ever in the fandom

Thor loves pop tarts, Clint lived in the vents, Bruce and Tony did science together, Steve was the mom friend of the team and did art in his free time, Natasha was cool aunt of the team, Loki was there too and a bunch of other characters like Peter, Sam, Bucky, Vision and Wanda all lived in the Avengers tower together

It was a much simpler time where everyone in the fandom was chill and having fun together

[smerfols]

Bunch of sketches themed "me and bro when we instalock DPS on marvel rivals"

[insertsarcasmhere]

Just saw a GIF of Clint Barton in casual clothes holding a bow and am now convinced that in universe he has the same famous person situation as Tony Hawk. He is completely unrecognized in public unless in the vicinity of That One Object. ‘It’s random middle aged guy.’ He picks up a bow. ‘Holy shit it’s Hawkeye!’

[reveryfics]

Challenge Accepted

Clint Barton x Male reader

Summary: You and Clint had made a bet, whomever loses in a friendly game of archery buys the other dinner. However Clint highly underestimated you.

A/n: Trying to branch out and not do so many Loki and Bucky fics. Requests open.

You and Clint had been friends for as long as you could remember, a bond forged in shared childhood adventures and a mutual understanding that went beyond words. Over time, the sibling-like affection evolved into something deeper, a quiet yearning that neither of you openly acknowledged.

Clint, ever the stoic archer, consistently downplayed his feelings, convincing himself that his admiration for you was purely platonic – the affection of a close friend, a confidante, a partner in crime. Yet, their playful rivalry, fueled by a desire to impress you, constantly pushed him towards deeper waters.

Their daily training sessions were a constant battleground, a playful exchange of banter and challenges. You, with a mischievous glint in your eye, would often declare your superiority, a claim Clint, despite his initial skepticism, found himself eager to dispute.

"Alright, how about a bet?" Clint leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a challenge gleaming in his eyes.

You raised an eyebrow, wiping sweat from your brow, "A bet? For once, just admit I'm better, Barton."

"Beat me in archery," Clint countered, "and I'll admit you're better. And the loser buys dinner."

"Challenge accepted," you grinned, patting his shoulder as you walked past. "Meet you at the range."

The archery range was their sanctuary, a place where the weight of the world seemed to melt away, replaced by the rhythmic thrum of their bows and the satisfying thunk of arrows finding their mark. Today, the air crackled with an unspoken tension, a playful rivalry laced with a deeper current of unspoken desires.

You, with a mischievous glint in your eye, drew back your bow, the arrow humming in your grip. "Ready, Barton?" you challenged, your voice a low purr.

Clint, his gaze fixed on the target, nodded, a slow smile curving his lips. "As I'll ever be."

The first few shots were a flurry of arrows, a dance of skill and chance. You, with your uncanny accuracy, consistently found the bullseye, a smug grin playing on your lips. Clint, initially dismissive, found himself struggling to keep pace, his usual effortless grace disrupted by the unfamiliar flutter in his chest.

Each miss, each near miss, fueled a growing frustration within him. He yearned to impress you, to prove himself worthy of your attention, but the pressure was mounting. He felt the heat of your gaze on him, a burning intensity that ignited a fire in his belly.

"Come on, Barton," you teased, your voice laced with playful mockery. "Surely the great Hawkeye can do better than that."

The barb stung, but it also spurred him on. He closed his eyes, focusing on his breath, on the rhythm of his heartbeat. When he opened them again, a newfound determination steeled his gaze.

The next few arrows were a testament to his skill. He found his rhythm, his shots finding their mark with increasing precision. The air crackled with anticipation, the silent competition escalating with every arrow.

You, watching him with a mixture of admiration and playful rivalry, couldn't help but be captivated by his focus, by the raw power and grace he displayed. Your heart quickened, a strange warmth spreading through you.

Finally, with a deep breath, you fired your last arrow. It soared through the air, a perfect arc, and pierced the bullseye dead center.

Clint, watching the arrow find its mark, felt a strange sense of defeat, but also a strange sense of exhilaration. He had pushed himself harder than he ever had before, driven by a desire to impress you that surprised even him.

"Well," he conceded, a slow smile gracing his lips, "looks like I owe you dinner."

You grinned, your eyes sparkling. "How about the pub we like?”

Later that evening, you and Clint settled into a quiet booth at the pub, the dim lighting casting a warm glow around them. You ordered beers, the silence comfortable, filled with the easy camaraderie of long-time friends.

"You know," you began, breaking the comfortable silence, "you could have just asked me out. I would have said yes."

Clint, caught off guard, choked on his beer, his cheeks flushing crimson. "I- I didn't think you'd... I didn't think you'd feel the same way."

You chuckled, "You're an idiot, Barton. But you're lucky I like you."

A comfortable silence settled between you, a shared understanding hanging heavy in the air. Clint raised his beer bottle. "To whatever the hell this is."

You clinked glasses with him, a smile gracing your lips. "To us."

As the evening deepened, you found yourselves drawn into a conversation that flowed effortlessly, a comfortable intimacy blossoming between you. You talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories, dreams, and fears.

Clint, emboldened by the shared laughter and the growing warmth in his chest, reached across the table, his hand brushing against yours. You met his gaze, a silent question hanging in the air.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your skin. "Maybe," he whispered, his voice husky, "we could try something more than just friends."

You smiled, your heart pounding in your chest. "I think," you replied, your voice barely a whisper, "that would be a very good idea."

And as Clint leaned in to kiss you, you realized that this was just the beginning of your story, a love story years in the making, finally taking flight.

[ghostcattzz]

Comic Hawkeye

Sobs my baaabbby ugly crying and sobbing

Hawkeye my beloved EeuagH CRIES

[asherashedwings]

This is how the first Avengers went, right?

[hurtspideyparker]

If Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lived together Part 2

Read Part 1 and Part 3

Tony: Why is Underoos mopping the ceiling?

Sam: Told him since he's sticky that's his chore

Bucky: It's only fair he helps out around the house

Tony: Hm. Makes sense

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Vision cooked dinner:

Peter: *pushing around food to make it look eaten*

Natasha: *surreptitiously spitting into napkin*

Steve: *taking small bites with tons of water*

Bucky: *just stares at full plate*

Tony: Well this is disgusting, I'm ordering pizza

-

Sam: C'mon man stop moping around, you gotta get yourself a girl

Bucky: Ok.

Sam: Ok? Okayyyyy! I know-

Bucky: Give me your phone

Sam: Oh you got a number in mind already hotshot? *hands phone over*

Bucky: *ring* Hi Sarah ;)

Sam: BOY-

-

Peter: Ned thought you would seperate your colours from your lights but he also thought you'd be homophobic so I don't pay him much mind cuz clearly I'm more of a superhero expert than him but he does have a 2% better average than me in history so like maybe you do hand wash your clothes and that's why I asked what underwear you wear because-

Steve: *listening intently with apprehension and alarm*

Natasha: I can't believe you found the one person on Earth who talks more nonsense than you

Tony: I know right, it's incredibly unnerving. I'm planning on adopting him

-

Peter: Mr. Stark I have to tell you something. I think Vision is a... *whispers* pervert

Tony: Um, why?

Peter: He keeps floating through my room without knocking! He saw me changing, he saw my nipples !

Tony: Well if anyone's a predator here it would be you. I mean showing your nipples to a 2 year old? Deplorable.

Peter:

Peter: Oh god, I'm the pervert...

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Bucky: Y'know animosity isn't good between teammates. I think we should spend more time together

Sam: Am I being punked right now? Where's the camera

Bucky: I'm serious. I think it would be healthy for us to bond

Sam: Okay fine I'll bite... what did you have in mind

Bucky: Wanna go for a run?

Sam: *slams door in Bucky's face*

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*staring at Bucky's sparkly clean metal arm*

Bucky: Dishwasher?

Peter: Dishwasher :)

(later that day)

Bucky: I've decided to let the child live

Peter: YoU wHaT?!

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Thwip

Tony: Who took my coffee cup, It was right here

Thwip

Bruce: Um, has someone seen my book? I just had it

Thwip

Steve: I could've sworn I was holding a pen a moment ago

*giggling from the ceiling*

Tony: Young man I will take those webshooters away if you use them for shenanigans and rascality

Peter, muffled: Mr. Hawkeye told me to!

Clint: Oh so you're just gonna rat me out like that?

Peter: Sor- OOF

*falls out of ceiling vent*

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Sam: You're in my spot

Bucky: There are no spots, it's a common area

Sam: Well that's my spot

Bucky: Did you buy the chair??

Sam: No, but everyone knows that's where I sit. Right Steve?

Steve: Oops I forgot something in my car, be right back *leaves*

Sam: Still my spot

Bucky: Still not

Sam: *sits on him*

Bucky: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL THE COUCHES ARE FREE-

Sam: IT'S MY SPOT YOU CAN'T TAKE A MAN'S FAVOURITE CHAIR-

BUCKY: YOU HAVE ISSUES GET OFF ME-

(one hour later)

Steve: Hey so turns out I don't have a car! Isn't that funn...

Sam & Bucky: *Squeezed awkwardly on the chair together*

Steve: I think I left something in my car

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Steve: Leave the bedroom door open when you have Vision in there

Wanda: UGH you're so protective

Tony: Teenagers, am I right? Caught Pete reassembling my particle accelerator at midnight because he needed to neutralize a miniature nuclear bomb he nabbed off some guy he neglected to tell me was trying to kill him

Steve:

Steve: Wanda y'know what do whatever you want

Wanda: Really?

Steve: Yes just keep being normal. At least I can read about our issues in a parenting book

-

Thor: Ah, new warriors I see! Good to make all your acquaintance. But why are you so grumpy my friend?

Bucky: *glaring*

Peter: He's always like that. It's um, P- P- PMS? Wait -

Natasha: Yes it's PMS

Wanda: He's got it bad

Steve: *genuinely concerned* Bucky you didn't tell me something was wrong. What can I do to help?

Bucky:

Bucky: I like chocolate

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Wanda: Welcome to the first annual girls night! This place reeks of men, so I thought we needed some women time

Pepper: Why is Vision here?

Wanda: I get sad when he's gone

Natasha: Why is Pietro here?

Pietro: Slay queens

Wanda: Moral support I think

Maria: Why is Peter here?

Wanda: He looked really upset when I said he wasn't included and I felt bad

Wanda: Anyways... yay girls! Who wants me to paint their nails?

Peter: ME ME ME

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Steve: Pancakes or waffles?

Natasha: Pancakes

Steve: Good because I don't have a waffle maker

Natasha: Then why would you ask-

Steve: It's important for your voice to be heard, as team leader I value your opinion

*2 minutes later*

Steve: Good morning Clint, pancakes or waffles?

Clint: Waffles

Steve: Oh no.

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Some of these were based on requests (ex. more Sam & Bucky, dad Steve w/ Wanda) so if you have certain dynamics you enjoy let me know !

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Clint Barton/Hawkeye (18th June)

Marvel Comics