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Okay, so, can we talk about the trailer for a minute?

Like most of you, I was excited to see this thing when it dropped this morning. But my excitement was extinguished as I finished my first watch. So I watched it again, just to be sure, and yup.

No. Clint.

Not even a second. Not a flash. He’s not even in the montage of files and stills at the beginning when they talk about compiling the team.

People complain a lot about characters not getting respect in the MCU, whether it’s Natasha or other ladies needing equality to the men, or characters of color need equal representation. I’m all for that. Seriously. Give me a Black Widow movie, her backstory is great. I’m excited for the Black Panther movie coming out.

But can we get some love for Clinton Francis Barton? Because, canonically, he’s the only one of the original 6 MCU Avengers who is COMPLETELY human. Even Nat, in the comic world, has a version of the super soldier serum. Tony has the arc. But Clint is just him, just a normal guy fighting alongside all this enhanced people to save the goddamn world.

And that’s not even touching on his disadvantages. Clint is 86% deaf. That’s HUGE. For a good part of his childhood, he lived in a home of abuse and alcoholism. This guy could have been a damn dysfunctional mess as an adult. But here he is, saving the world with the best of the nest.

I’m not even asking for a Hawkeye movie. I’m not asking for that Netflix series someone rumored a while back. Hell, I would have taken the 60 seconds of MCU screentime that Natasha got to mention the Red Room and her sterilization for Clint to talk about his parents, Barney, the circus, his hearing–ANYTHING.

But what did we get? A half-assed cop-out backstory of a wife and kids that Clint regularly abandons to fight bad guys.

Anyone who’s read a Hawkeye comic will tell you that’s not Clint Barton.

I get that mistakes were made and unless there’s a remake of the MCU run down the road in a few decades, they’ll probably never be fixed. But can we please please please stop giving this character the short end of the character development stick? Can we stop selling him short and making him the butt-end of the jokes?

I can’t tell you how many “five superheroes and extra dude to fly the plane” jokes I’ve seen about Clint, okay. Hell, I used to make fun of him, too, when the first Avengers film came out and I didn’t know shit about him. But then I picked up a comic, and I read and I fell in love with this character. And so many other people could, too, if he was made out to be more than just a plot device in the film’s.

Clint Barton is more than just a guy to fly the plane.

Clint Barton is more than just a character to even out the number on a team.

Clint Barton is more than just a way to write in a safe house.

Clint Barton is so much more than the MCU is making him out to be.

So please, can we give him the credit and love and respect he’s due?

Me: my ideal love triangle is Steve, Sam and Buck-

Me: wait,,, make that a love square cause i gotta add Tony-

Me: *Gasp* can it be a love pentagon cuz how ‘bout Clint-

Me: nO stOP WAIT, is there such thing as a love octagon?


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Am I a Bad Person? ~ Bucky Barnes

Originally posted by you-didnt-see-that-cuming

Ever since you were young, you’d always dreamed of changing peoples lives. Making the world a better place. You hadn’t expected this dream to involve super powers and the Avengers. When New York was attacked by aliens you had been enjoying some lunch with a few friends when a few chitauri entered the building and randomly started firing off shots. They tried attacking you. In a moment of fear you pushed the monsters away from you. Glaring at them.

Suddenly they burst into flames. Screaming in pain until they all fell to the ground, dead. You stared down at your hands that were completely engulfed in flames. Yet it didn’t hurt, in fact it felt good.

That’s when you leaned of your ability. You could summon and control fire. You had helped save New York and was quickly given a spot on the Avengers.

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“No, you do not get to break other people’s things when you’re pissed off,” Clint said, maybe a little louder than usual, and glared angrily at the little boy. Cooper held the vase over his head, glaring back at Clint defiantly.

“Put it back!” Clint demanded when his son pursed his lips and lifted the vase a little higher.

“No!” he called and stomped his foot.

“Cooper,” Clint made a step in his direction but the boy stepped back again and missed a shard only by a millimeter. “Cooper, stop.” He didn’t wore shoes and he would cut his feet if he made another step back.

“No!” The boy called again and stuck out his tongue at Clint, his tantrum in full swing.

“Give me the vase,” Clint demanded and held out his hand.

“No!” Cooper called once more and stomped his foot again.

“Cooper!” Clint hissed now. He slowly ran short of patience.

“No!” And this time he threw the vase in Clint’s direction.

“Futz!” Clint cursed, jumped and barely caught it, but Cooper went back and finally stepped at one of the shards of the broken plate. He stared at Clint disbelievingly, before his mouth twisted and he started to bawl, tears running over his face.

Clint put the vase beside him, and hurried over to his son. He swept him off and hugged him tightly. “I have you, buddy,” he murmured and stroked the boy’s head on their way to the bathroom. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

From one moment to the next the boy’s tantrum was forgotten and he clutched Clint’s neck and cried onto his shoulder.

Clint put him down on the closed toilet, sat down on the rim of the bathtub and looked at the boy’s foot. He had a tiny graze in the sole, nothing deep and nothing he needed a doctor for.

“Dad?” Cooper asked, while Clint cleaned the wound.

“Yeah, buddy?” Clint looked up.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked now, his eyes wide and teary.

“No, Cooper. But you can’t just throw around stuff,” he said. “You’re going to hurt yourself,” he added and pointed at Cooper’s foot. Clint applied some ointment and then a band aid before he put on his socks again.

“So, and now you go to your room and stay there until I’ve swept up all the shards, okay?” Clint said, and Cooper nodded earnestly.

“I love you, Daddy,” he said. Clint took a deep breath to not roll his eyes at the sudden mood swing, but the he kissed his forehead and ruffled his hair.

“Love you, too, Coop.”

Marks - Clint Barton Drabble

Originally posted by howdoyourespond


NSFW - It’s smut and I also seem to have a bit of a potty mouth today…

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The Radar Technican

Original request from a v lovely anon: Hello, I was wondering if you could do one where the reader has really low self-esteem and doesn’t really like herself but Bucky or Clint helps her and shows her how much she means to them and the team? Thanks!

A/N: Okay, so, I changed this up a little bit and I hope you’re okay with and like it ;u;

Pairing: ClintxReader

Word Count: 1836

Warnings: Angst, slight language

“Alright, guys, it looks like you’ve got a battalion headed for you from the East.”

“Got it, thanks.”

“Just doin my job.” I say, casually spinning around in the pilot’s chair before rising and opening up multiple holographic screens to go along with the infrared monitor I already had up.

I watch the multitude of monitors in the cabin. Each of them shows a different image and provides information vital to the mission. One shows radar, another displays and infrared view of the battlefield, and another three show live footage at different angles of the team, close up and in full color. Each display allows me to have a sort of eagle eye view of all the goings on during the mission. It hurts to see everyone out there, fighting the good fight, only to be stuck on the monitors. I can’t help but feel… useless.

“How’re we lookin (Y/N)?” Tony’s voice crackles over the comms.

“Pretty stylish.” I answer. “Like you’re not trying, but it’s really working for you. Very twentieth century super hero squad.”

“It’s good to know we can make this shit look good.” Clint’s voice breaks through. I scan the monitors for him, my eyes locking onto him almost instantaneously.

“Clint get outta there!” I cry.

“What, why?” He asks.

“There’s a missile closing in on you, and it’s moving extremely fast!” I explain, tripping over my words. “Please! Just move!”

I watch in pure horror as he tries to get out of the way. It’s like everything is moving in slow motion, and there’s nothing I can do to help. He dashes to the side and manages to dive behind a wall as the missile makes contact with the ground and explodes.

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can we talk about how, in the avengers, when tony is flying up in the portal with a nuc in his hands jarvis asks if he wants to call pepper? like jarvis is up here saving tony’s relationship while tony saves the world

reggeliteam  asked:

can you or someone you know explain me why are Clint and Natasha soulmates? i've seen on Tumblr many people saying this. but i'm not really familiar with the comics. i'm currently reading captain america vol 5 so i don't know much about comic Clint but Bucky seems more - at least so far - like a soulmate to Nat for me because of their backstory

Oh, my friend, you have come to the right place.

First, let me be clear that my ship to end all ships is ClintBarton/Phil Coulson, and that my number one Natasha Romanoff ship is NatashaRomanoff/Bucky Barnes. Despite these ships Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff will always be soulmates to me. Why? Why are these two dorks soulmates?

Black Widow #6 (2014)

*brushes off old comic books and lots of feels*

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