Y/n- Your name Y/l/n- Your last name Y/m/n- Your middle name
Y/h/c - Your hair color Y/e/c- Your hair color
Plot: You are the only girl of four kids, living with your older brothers you learned how to fight. Tony and You are dating, he watches as it takes you a minute to pin Hawkeye down and asks where you learned how to fight so you told him. It’s not what he expected but he knew he fell even more in love with you for it.
You grew up as a very family oriented girl, most things in your childhood related to sticking with your family. You learned that family was the biggest priority until love came along, then family was always in the top three. Because of your devotion to family you spent a lot of time with your brothers, learning to fight from this experience. “Y/n v. Barton” Natasha called, you stepped up into the rink and he smiled at you “Don’t go easy on me” You said with a smirk. “Not in my nature” He said, taking a running leap at you which you quickly slid under and got up onto your feet. “Wow Francis, I thought you were a great fighter” You taunted, seeing thee obvious frustration and agitation in his eyes as you circled each other. He makes motions for you to go at him with his pointer and middle fingers, you smirked and made it seem like you were going to copy his moves when you really ran up to him and used his chest as a staircase. Landing the hardest kick on his shoulder he fell back and you landed smoothly, one leg bent and the other extended at your side. You got up and put a foot on his chest, he looked up at you confused. “Winner is Y/n” Natasha said with a smirk as you hopped over the rink’s wall, Tony put his hands down for you to use them as leverage so you accepted the offer. “Where did you learn to fight like that?” Tony asks, pressing his lips against your temple and you smile “I have three older brothers”. He raises an eyebrow at you “Really?” and you nod with a small smile. “Yeah, James played first table on the chess team, David cries every time he hears a sad song, Alex can really rock a cocktail dress and six-inch heels, and I wasn’t going to let anyone give them shit for that. So, I learned how to fight much larger people fast” You said, pulling out your phone and showing them all your two brothers and new sister “And look where it got me”. Natasha was the first to speak up “Wow tony you actually found a hero”
You all laugh but Tony just stares at you, you are such a beautiful person inside and out. And he couldn’t wait to put a ring on it.
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Bucky just wanted for Tony and Steve to meet. He imagined numerous times how this could go, the two of the most important people in his live chatting a little, getting to know each other, preferably in a cozy hipster coffee that Tony would hate on a principle and Steve would love for the same reasons.
You have to be careful what you wish for, because it might just happen. Just not the way you imagined.
“Damn, Barnes, you went all out for lil’ ol’ me today. Is it a special occasion?” Clint gasped mockingly. “Did I miss our anniversary?”
Bucky didn’t grace him with a verbal answer and just flipped him off. He looked damn good so fuck ‘em. He closed the door in the Birdbrains face, but he could still hear his cackling outside. Why were his friends such assholes? OK, he WAS one of the asshole friends, but still.
“Don’t pay attention to Clint. I accidentally let him drink too much wine. It’ll wear off,” Steve called out from the kitchen. A few moments later, he appeared at the door separating their living room from the kitchen. His cheeks an the tips of his ear were a rosy red colour, which could only mean that he had been drinking the cooking wine along with Clint. Steve was nearly impossible to outdrink and Bucky could count on the fingers on one hand the times Steve had actually gotten drunk. Nevertheless, his pale Irish skin was always sure way to know if he was “cooking” with wine. The blond stared at him and he could see the moment the switch flipped in Steve’s mind.
“But I’m going back out there because this is my job, okay? And I can’t do my job and babysit. Doesn’t matter what you did or what you were. If you go out there, you fight and you fight to kill. Stay in here, and you’re good. I’ll send your brother to come find you. But if you step out that door, you are an Avenger.”
Clint sighed, the brush twirling carelessly between his fingers. Most of the time he liked his job, he really did. Being the makeup artist on sets of actors and models, making them gorgeous enough to be worshiped, flirting casually with some of the biggest names in society, definitely had its perks.
Today, though… Today was the special kind of hell that made him question if the others had been a hallucination. He’d been hired out for a men’s fashion magazine shoot. Men were even more particular about their makeup, because unlike women who were going for a certain look or effect, men wanted all the benefits of makeup without actually looking like they were wearing any at all. Today there had been a steady stream of haughty men who had either not spoken a word to him, or done so only to tell him what a terrible job he was doing.
And the very last model he was supposed to work on before he could get paid, pack up, and go home, was late.
I feel like Hawkeye is the secret prizefighter in the Avengers, because we all forget that he recruited Black Widow when he was sent to kill her; he’s not dead so he obviously won that fight and offered her amnesty. (At least in the MCU.)
SHIELD decided to send Barton after Russia’s deadliest spy. Why did they send him? They could have sent Fury. They could have sent literally anyone. But they sent Clint. Because he’s a lot tougher and better at his job than anyone thinks he is. He also did this all while deaf.
In order to make the choice to offer her life, he wasn’t sniping her long distance with an arrow; he bested her at hand to hand combat, avoided being killed or her slipping away.