raise your hand if you’re a lil bit of an asshole
i am so obsessed with how dumb and cute this scene is
steve and bucky just fighting dirty as hell, clint’s terrible hair
everything about this is genuinely delightful and i love the friendship shenanigans happening here
(hawkeye & mockingbird #1)
and the constant threat of losing the people he cared about followed by the pain of it becoming a reality wore at him. After this… he just couldn’t do it anymore. Going into his bedroom, Steve froze and even his heart seemed to stop beating when he saw Clint sprawled haphazardly across his bed. Practically leaping across the room, he shook the archer awake, barely aware of the tears that sprang into his eyes. “I could just kill you myself, you jerk!”
Clint was not happy about being shaken awake, especially because that just made his abdomen hurt even more. “Hey!” He huffed, trying to swat Steve’s arms away. He was only using one of his hands through, his other arm being held uncomfortably to his chest. If Steve looked a little closer, he would see that there was an obvious bump right under the skin of his arm about in the middle and it was probably luck that the bone hadn’t broke through the skin.
Though it was most definitely broken.
"What are you talking about?" He grumbled when he finally got a chance to sit up.
"No, I got this." Clint insisted, but he made no movement to get up. The thought of food made his stomach growl a little, but even so the archer still shook his head. His throat felt sore and he didn’t really want to try and eat anything right now even if he was kind of hungry.
The archer sighed, burying his head in his pillow. He had pretty much given up trying to get up even though he really needed too.
Frowning when Clint shook his head even though his stomach growled, Steve moved to perch on the edge of the bed. “Anything at all I can get you, Clint? If you’re not up to a full breakfast, I can make you a smoothie, something cool to make it easier going down,” he offered quietly, resting one hand gently on his shoulder. He watched as he buried his face into the pillow, his hand automatically moving to rub lightly over his back.
Clint didn’t have the strength to shrug Steve’s hand off. He sighed, nodding at Steve’s request. Anything to get him away because he was really tired of the pity that he thought he was getting from Steve.
He waited until Steve was gone before he pushed himself off the bed and ungracefully landing on the floor. He groaned, but was now more or less propelled to at least stand.
"Saving is a general term. I’m afraid that I don’t know what you mean." Clint told Lucifer, ignoring the look that he knew he got from him from his roundabout way of ignoring it.Clint hesitated, pausing in his cooking. The angel washed his hands, before going to the living room where Lucifer was. “I do not wish to die.” He said idly, standing above Lucifer. It was the only time he was taller then him. “But I have a duty to my brothers and sisters. If I could, if I had nothing, I would stay with you. I would love to stay with you, but I am unable to do that. I wish I could tell you otherwise.”
"Yeah, right." Lucifer snorted and glared up at the angel. "I bet you just couldn’t wait to get rid of me. Must be a big cramp on the angelic style to hang around with human fuck-ups.” It was weird to actually be looking up at the guy, but whatever. “Just don’t fucking die on me, ‘kay, angel? You’re a fucking immortal warrior of God, time that you should act like one.” Which, honestly, probably meant not slumming around with barely function alcoholics named after fallen angels.
Clint frowned. “I do not know what you are talking about.” He responded as he sat on the table in front of Lucifer. “I like you, I have told you this before. If I did not, there is noting stopping me from leaving. You know that better then anyone.” He pointed out, half shrugging. “Dying is not in the plan, but my plans do not seem to work out like I hope they do, so it is interesting what will happen.”
"It is." Clint agreed, moving back so that Yumiko could walk into his apartment. He closed the door behind her and started grabbing extra clothes and blankets so that he could warm her up. "What are you doing here?"
Yumiko took the blanket and curled it around her and over her head, still shivering. “I just… came on my own” she whispered, not knowing how to describe the pull. “You’re my SO. I need to be by you—” she stated firmly.
She shook and looked down at the floor. “What if I’m HYDRA?” she asked in a soft voice. She looked back up and shrank under the blanket further, still dripping on the floor.
Clint gently pushed her hair out of her eyes as he listened to her, eyebrows furrowed.
At her question, however, he looked resolved. “No.” He said firmly, but quietly so as to not scare her. “You are not HYDRA, and you would never be HYDRA. Okay?”
Benefits of having OTPS that can double as brOTP:
Always together (platonic or romantic)
Nobody can deny they aren’t important to each other
Their fucking friendships are a precious thing
A good relationship
Communication comes relatively easy
Simple things can’t shake their unbreakable bro-ship
Imagine Person A of your OTP suffers from incurable heart problems that shorten their life expectancy greatly, while Person B is basically immortal. Person B has to live through the pain of watching Person A suffer and get weaker with each day until finally their frail heart gives out.
Clint ducked his head a little, but did let go of Bruce’s arm. His other hand found the car door and he slowly figured out where the entrance to the car was. He found it with ease and he put his foot into the car. His other hand found the top of the door, just to make sure that he wasn’t gong to hit his head because wouldn’t that be insult to injury?
He easily put himself inside the car and felt just a little proud that he could at least navigate his way into a car.
Bruce makes sure Clint is able to get into the car on his own, not trying to offer any help because he didn’t think it would be appreciated. He smiles to himself when Clint manages to get himself in the car. He leans down and in, kissing Clint’s cheek. “I’m going to go to the other side now. It shouldn’t take me more than 10 seconds, okay?” Bruce whispers to him. “I’mma shut your door and I’ll be right back.”
Clint nodded, and his hand trailed over the door when Bruce closed it. He looked absently toward where he hoped the window was. He managed to find his seat belt and clicked it in. He was so determined to do this by himself, but he knew that he wouldn’t really be able too.
The archer would probably try until he couldn’t anymore.
"Like you haven’t seen everything crash and burn around you when you weren’t trying. The least you can god damn do is try.” Clint shot back, not taking kindly to the venom in her voice. He quickly tried to settle the anger in his chest though, because he knew that wouldn’t help and damn it he was trying. “I’m not saying that what you do is wrong, I’m just saying it’s not needed anymore. Things have changed. Maybe we don’t need SHIELD like we used to. Maybe we’ve never needed SHIELD.”
"If I didn’t have SHIELD, I would dead." His words hurt. They cut deeper than she wanted to allow, but dammit, this wasn’t how the day was supposed to go. Natasha knew what would have happened if SHIELD had taken her in, if Clint hadn’t been sent to take her in. "I would have died in a gutter with a bullet in my brain. It’s near impossible to unlearn loyalty to a thing that saved your life and gave you something worth dying for." Natasha stood up, dropping a few bills on the table. "This was a mistake." She turned to leave, every emotion she could think of bubbling to the surface and threatening to break free.
"So would I, but I’d be dead by my own hands." It was still his preferred way to go out after all these years, but for some reason being out of SHIELD was… freeing. He didn’t know why, or how. He was holding down a menial job that he hated, but the idea of going back and doing what he was doing was even worse. The moral ambiguity he had to work with sometimes was not something he missed.
He just never knew how much he hated it until he was gone from it.
"Right, I was a mistake.” Clint mumbled, but he didn’t follow her. He waited for her to leave, gave her time to get away from the little building and then he left.
Yes, he took the bottle of alcohol with him. He might be a bartender, but that didn’t mean he was tired of drinking.
You are the prettiest thing that has ever scared me.
((it has started
i have started typing cecil instead of clint))
Clint didn’t do anything at first, hesitant to move because he was afraid that he might break the kiss. After a moment, he slowly leaned forward and kissed Bobbi back, the familiarity all rushing back to him in a single instant.
Clint looked up when he felt her hand on his shoulder, smiling at her. His smile slipped just a little from his lips though. “What are you talking about?” He murmured, jerking away from her so she couldn’t see his ears anymore.
They were damaged when he was hurt and so he was extra paranoid when he was coming to her home. He decided to throw them out on the way. They were useless to him anyway. He didn’t have the resources anymore to fix them anyway.
Bobbi gave him a soft little look and leaned over, pressing a kiss behind his ear. “Don’t snap at me Barton—” she drawled quietly, still stroking his hair at the back of his head. She shifts, standing to go get him a cup of water. She returns, giving him a hard stare.
"I was just asking Clint—" she said plainly as she moved to her hall closet, pulling down an old cardboard box and sitting down on the carpet in front of him. Inside was old photos of them, some of his stuff she never gave back.
Inside, at the box, at the very bottom, was a pair of his old hearing aids and she got them out. Moving, Bobbi went over to the closet again and got a tool kit out and she opened up the circuitry and got her glasses on to see if they’d still work.
"I didn’t snap." Clint insisted, looking down at the ground. He didn’t hear the next things that she said, too focused on the ground. The next time he looked up though, he noticed what she had and what she was working on. "What are you doing and where did you get those?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed.
I’m taking this as a compliment to Elementary.
Not Featuring A Dude Who Makes Rape Jokes is `100% a compliment.
Not mayo on white bread.
Not a show helmed by a dude so racist he regurgitates Yellow Peril conspiracy theories circa 1898.
Not a show that reduces WOC to antagonistic shrews/wilting lotus flowers but rather casts a WOC in the lead to totally pwn a white British supervillain that tries to reduce her to a ‘mascot’
Not a show that constantly queerbaits its viewers and mocks them for daring to interpret the characters as anything other than cishet men.
a show featuring 100% canon trans and gay characters that handles them like real human beings
a show that turns misogynistic tropes on their heads
a show that calls its white male protagonists out on his shit
a show with an adaptation of sherlock who praises women
a show with flawless writing that showcases how women actually act
do i really need to go on
not a show that features orientalist ~chinese music~ every time joan watson is on screen
not a show that fetishizes lesbian women and has them fall for the straight white man