A Shadow In The Dark
Too small to turn the tide
too stubborn to give in
pushed by pain and pride
to face these fears and win

Clint Barton. Ronin. Former Hawkeye. Ex criminal. Ex SHIELD agent. Now rejoined Avenger and part of whatever is left of SHIELD. I might have swapped the bow for a sword, but don't let that fool you: I am still one of the best.

[Clint Barton RP blog, post CA:TWS by default, but accepts other verses too. Part of the Assvengers, but open to everyone. Semi selective. MCU with dashes of comic canon (Ultimates/616) and own headcanons.]

secretagentclintbarton:

The place was…strangely familiar, though Clint could not recall how he had gotten here. He knew that time had passed, but equally he couldn’t say what had happened in that time and he knew the outcome of certain events without remembering that he had attendet them.

It was, to say the least, strange, but he was sure that his Lord had answers for it, so he began looking for him. There was, after all, still buisness that they had to finish.

(Source: whatisaloki)

kissofmistletoe He would love to though

I don’t think I can do all the “who are you”s in my inbox tonight, there are so MANY

box-of-scraps-sold-separately sent:

"Who are you?"

He had spent the past few nights at the hospital bed, refusing to leave, and only letting the nurses take over when he had to shower or eat, but even then he did so quickly.

When Tony finally moved, Clint glanced up, close to welcoming him back…and then Tony spoke and his smile dropped. “You don’t remember?”, he asked, letting his thumb run over the back of Tony’s hand. “We’re…I’m Clint. We’re teammates, and well…I think you can saying we’re dating. For a few weeks actually already. You….you really don’t remember?”

tags:
#ooc
Anonymous sent:

I love you and a Rhodey are RP'ing in the comic verse they are actually bro's and I'm sad MCU didn't make this happen. You are a great Rp'er and I love you. Wait...was that a confession , cause I don't have a ring and society's kinda picky about that.

Aww, as much as I appreciate this ask, I am not quite sure if you got the right Clint? Unless you count the drabble I wrote for Rhodey today I haven’t actually interacted with one yet (not that I wouldn’t love to).

That being said, I love them being bros in the comics and hey, they are both in Avengers 2, so there’s still hope!

tags:
#fuascailt
#wow idk
fuascailt sent:

"Who are you?"

He doesn’t even know while he’s here - Nero and Clint had never really liked each other, and still Clint had went to check on him as soon as he had heard. He still can’t understand why. That Nero starts moving while he is in the room is just bad luck, really, and Clint freezes.

He realizes that if he doesn’t fuck this up, maybe their irrational hatred could stop now - even if Nero regains his memory, if Clint just acts decently now they could somehow come around, but his mind feels empty and he can’t find any words. 

"I’m the…just the nurse. Sorry. I’m gonna go and get your friends in."

tags:
#isaaclorand
Homecoming

isaaclorand:

Leaving Clint’s old apartment in shambles, Isaac soared through the New York skies. From where he was floating, well above the rooftops, he could see Stark Tower, rising above the other buildings, reaching towards the sky. The tower drew closer and closer as Isaac free-fell towards it. The world rushed by him. 

When he was nearly upon the tower, Isaac plummeted down towards the pavement. He heard people screaming as they saw him, descending like some human meteor, falling head-first towards the ground. At the last moment, he slowed and turned so his feet came down first. He landed, a bit too hard to be graceful, but controlled all the same.

Walking towards the front door of Stark Tower, Isaac did not seem to care what was in his way. People parted as this strange man who had somehow survived that fall moved through them- and those that didn’t found themselves falling out of his way. Crossing the street, Isaac all but stopped traffic, forcing cars to come to a hault.

On the other side of the road, he paused before the steps and looked up at the entrance.

"Tell Barton," he shouted, "That a Mr. Lorand is here to see him!"

It was only a matter of time until Isaac came to the tower. He had shown himself in broad daylight and he had not managed to finish Hill off…soon he wouldn’t care about masses of people seeing him anymore. Clint had enough time though to get to his room, thankful that even though he wasn’t Hawkeye anymore, he still kept his old bow. He had seen what Isaac could do, and he couldn’t hope to get close enough to get him with a sword, so arrows it would be.

Besides, there were enough variants of arrowheads that maybe Isaac could get unharmed out of all of this. If he could tranquilize him or trap him or anything…well it was better than the alternative.

For all his preparation, it still took Isaac a surprisingly short amount of time to get there, and Clint was cautious enough to let Jarvis send a warning to everyone in the tower who might be good to help, whatever hero they had here at the moment, before he stepped out.

"Why don’t you tell me yourself?"

The place was…strangely familiar, though Clint could not recall how he had gotten here. He knew that time had passed, but equally he couldn’t say what had happened in that time and he knew the outcome of certain events without remembering that he had attendet them.

It was, to say the least, strange, but he was sure that his Lord had answers for it, so he began looking for him. There was, after all, still buisness that they had to finish.