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.]

Dreams and Fantasies - Magic!Anon RP

This was new. Well, not exactly too new, it started out at the tower most of the time. Sometimes Clint could tell he was in a dream, sometimes not. He was sure this was one, though. Like those dreams where everything seemed real and you just knew…but it made it worse.

Clint was no idiot, he had dreamt night for night kind of the same stuff. He knew what would happen. He knew at some point he would start to feel insanely cold, or not be able to move anymore. At some point there would be shadows and demons and faces he knew. Barney, Loki, Hyde, Zemo…faces that had haunted him in the past, were still haunting him, hurting him. He just wondered how long it would take them to appear, his heart already racing, shivering because it was kind of cool. He had turned the heating on before he went to bed, right? 

With a slow moan, Clint tried to find his path through the dark. He didn’t even bother to steady himself on walls or stuff like that…this was a dream and in dreams you always found the way, whether it was good or not.