Hawkeye / Clint Barton
@deadlyaimhawk
-I just can't seem to miss. Sorry.- Experienced and descriptive. +21, MV, MS. The king of banter and bad jokes. Especially bad jokes. Roleplayer/ parody Account
"The city is flying, we’re fighting an army of robots and I have a bow and arrow. None of this makes sense." + Experienced writer + Descriptive + Mix of MCU and 616 + DM's are always open for plotting + Avengers SLs and Agents of SHIELD SLs, bring it to me.
🎶LIKE FOR A SONG!🎶 // I'll get longer replies eventually, for now, give this a like and Clint will sing a song to your character! //
Just a morning jog with his buddy. If anyone needs their morning exercise too, good company is accepted.
// I miss writing them together. Had some fun interactions with a lot of Wanda's in the past. And yes, I ship them, they're my favorite Clint ship and Jeremy and Lizzie have a lot of cute gifs together. If you don't like it..I'm sorry? Anyways, would love to write them again!//
He misses Wanda's laugh. The sincere one she only shows when she's fully comfortable with someone.
To be honest, Clint was holding on, his arms wrapped around her frame. He was cheating though, because when things seemed to gear to a jump scare, he would focus on pressing soft kisses along Nat's shoulders or simply not looking at the screen.
“ Good thing, I think I’d be curled up in a ball without you! ” She laugh softly before cuddling closer to him. Honestly, she didn’t expect to get scared, but she did want to be close to Clint. Basically melting into him as the movie started, she watched intently and quietly.
It's Friday and his voice can be heard on the Compound's speakers as he sings. "Some people call me the space cowboy, Some people call me Maurice 'Cause I speak of the pompitous of love 'cause I'm a picker I'm a grinner I'm a lover And I'm a sinner I play my music in the Sun"
"I don't think I'll do the "my type" thing. Honestly, if you're smart, funny and badass (that's optional), you're already my type." Shrugs.
"Who's a good boy? You are, Lucky, you are!"
"Yeah, we're not so different, honestly." They both had a rough childhood, they're both trained assassins, they both feel guilty about the blood they spilled. He smiled, a teasing and playful tone on his voice: "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you think I'm cool."
“ Good thing, I think I’d be curled up in a ball without you! ” She laugh softly before cuddling closer to him. Honestly, she didn’t expect to get scared, but she did want to be close to Clint. Basically melting into him as the movie started, she watched intently and quietly.