Know your arrows.
Know your arrows.
They didn’t find him for a week.
Clint Barton is lying, bruised and bloodied, on the floor of a sparse yet expensive looking studio apartment.
His head is pounding, something that is not helped by that music. Is that his phone? Yeah, it’s his phone.
With a groan he opens his eyes.
Looking down at him from the sofa is a girl in a purple sweater and a mangy looking yellow lab.
"Someone named Natasha keeps calling," the girl explains as she hands the phone down to him. "And texting."
Clint takes the phone. Fifty two missed calls. Futz.
"Ok," he mutters. "This looks bad."
Avengers means Bros, and Bros means nobody gets left behind.
I gave up a lot for this life. I could have been happy with Mockingbir— Bobbi. We could have had a good, simple life. But I wanted to play with the big boys. And if I miss, it means I’m just another dude with a bow. It means I’ve been fooling myself this whole time. And that’s why I never miss.
You are welcome.
"No. I mean… uh, wow."Avengers Assemble #05
Secret Avengers #15
HE THOUGHT IT WAS HER AND HE CRIED I CAN’T EVEN HANDLE ANYTHING AT ALL I AM A MESS
There’s only so much pain you can deal with…
Not for Clint Barton
No, but can we talk about this. HE KNEW THIS MOTHERFUCKER WAS COMING. Either he’d sighted them before or (and this is my thinking, because HAWKEYE) he saw them coming in the windows of another building.
He makes split second calculations and looses an arrow WITHOUT LOOKING, and hits his target dead on.
This isn’t him showing off or anything. It’s tactical. It’s watching your own six while watching someone else’s.
This is years upon years of training, muscle memory, and straight up intelligence that puts most people to shame, all coming into play.
And let’s not forget, SHIELD’s physicists couldn’t figure out the tesseract opened from both sides. Yet Clint did.
When it comes down to it? This man is one of the biggest BAMFS in the Marvelverse, MCU or comics.
Clint’s human. He’s said it himself:
“You cowboy around with the Avengers some. Guys got, what, armor. Magic. Super-powers. Super-strength. Shrink-dust. Grow-rays. Magic. Healing factors. I’m an orphan raised by carnies fighting with a stick and a string from the Paleolithic era. So when I say this looks “bad”? I promise you it feels worse.”
And he does all this. And keeps up with people with superpowers.
I present to you: One of the baddest of asses ever to walk the planet. Clint. Mother. Fucking. Barton.
comics meme: five male characters. (5/5): clint barton. “earth’s mightiest hero, all right.”