clint hawk barton

I’m completely absorbed in the idea of Clint adopting the twins. Like he comes down to breakfast and they’re perched on the counter eating cereal straight out of the box, and he hip-checks their swinging legs on his way past, telling them to use spoons. He goes out shopping with them and knows it’s useless trying to buy Wanda sweaters because she just wears Pietro’s all the time. He goes jogging with Pietro and it ends up with an on-your-left situation except nobody can take it seriously and he ends up halfway stuck in a hedge laughing his ass off. They play Super Smash Bros while wrapped in blankets and drinking lemonade straight from the bottle, Clint vs them and then Clint and Wanda vs Pietro. Wanda is handy to keep around for when the TV remote is on the opposite side of the coffee table and they’re all too lazy to lean forward. Wanda and Pietro teaming up to prank Clint in plain sight until the archer is half-convinced there’s a ghost haunting him. Pietro discovers 90s music and they jam in the kitchen in their pyjamas to Montell Jordan until it’s two in the morning and Wanda is asleep and drooling on last week’s newspaper

Do we have a cat? [Clint Barton x Reader]

Word count: 965

Warnings: Language

Storyline: Loki turns you into a cat and besides Tony who finds it very funny, Clint is pretty decided to kill the vilan.

Author’s note: That was a difficult one, I’m sorry if it sucks.

Originally posted by stormxpadme

“Since when do we have a cat?”, Clint asked as he watched the cat trying to climb on his lap. If it wasn’t because he wasn’t crazy, he’d think the cat was trying to say him something. Suddenly, she had appeared in the hall, she had meowed and she had followed him everywhere.

“I don’t know but Tony’s going to freak out if he see it”, Natasha said as she looked at the feline that was still trying to get Clint’s attention. Tony hated cats; he thought they were traitors. 

“Maybe we should leave it here”, Clint half-joked, making Natasha laugh.

“If Y/N sees the cat, she’ll want to adopt it. You know it, right?”, she added. A grimace appeared in Clint’s face. As much as he would like to see Tony afraid by a simple cat, he didn’t want to argue with his girlfriend about having a pet. They’d had that talk many times and every time they finished arguing. Clint thought they didn’t have enough time to take care of the animal, while Y/N thought that with effort, everything was possible.

“Okay, time to go, little one”, he said grabbing the cat. Just when his hands touched the cat, she began to purr. “You won’t convince me. It’s not you, it’s me”, he said. Natasha softly laughed.

When Clint was ready to take the cat outside, she began to stir in his arms and she started meowing like crazy. “What the hell!”, he shouted when the cat scratched him. He dropped the feline and he watched as she ran away, disappearing from his sight. “I think she understands me when I talk”, Clint said as he observed his arm, looking for damage. 

“And she’s crazy in love with you too. Y/N, be careful! Clint’s has a new suitor!”.

Suddenly, they heard a high-pitched scream. “Who the hell let a cat in here?”, Tony screamed. They heard steps approaching the kitchen, which was where they were. “You”, Tony yelled pointing at Clint. “You let that thing in”. 

“That thing is a cat and no, I didn’t let her in”, Clint answered calmly. 


“It’s a female, I’ve checked”, Natasha confirmed. Tony was stunned for a few seconds, then he shook his head.

“I don’t care, we have to find that thing”, he insisted. “And kick it out. I don’t like cats, they’re traitors. I don’t want one in my house”. 

Natasha rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything, after all, that place had been built with Tony’s money.

Clint and Natasha followed Tony to the surveillance room, where there were a lot of computers and screens that showed what happened at the Avenger’s base, just as it recorded everything that had happened in the last twenty four hours. “Let’s see where the hell is that cat”, Tony muttered as he searched in the screens. Clint leaned against one of the desks, he crossed his arms over his chest and waited for Tony to find the cat. He wanted to finish with that nonsense once for all.

“Don’t you think it’s strange that, out of nowhere, this cat had appeared?”, Natasha asked.

“What do you mean?”, Clint said with a frown.

“There’s absolutely nothing around the base and it’s to far for a wild cat to come here”, she explained. “Maybe we should look at how it entered here”.

“That’s not important”, Tony mumbled.

“For God’s sake, Tony. Do what I said”, Natasha demanded. Tony muttered some offensive words as he did what Natasha had told him. Clint paid more attention because he was curious about what his best friend had said. And what appeared in the screen left him shocked.

“What the hell…”, he mumbled. It was Y/N arguing with Loki and, suddenly, becoming a cat. The cat he had held a few minutes earlier. “I’m going to fucking kill him, do you hear me?”, Clint yelled. “I don’t care he’s Thor’s brother and I don’t care he’s trying to win to earn heaven, but it’s clear he’s not trying a damn thing”. Natasha grabbed his best friend and stopped him.

“Stop, Clint. We don’t even know where Y/N is. Or most important, Loki”.

“Maybe he has to kiss the cat”, Tony said.

“Stark, this isn’t a fucking Disney movie”, Clint grumbled. “Where the fuck is Loki?”, he asked looking at the screens. Finally, Natasha pointed one of the screens where Loki could be seen threatening a cat with his rod. Clint ran out of the room, followed by Natasha telling him to calm down and Tony chuckling. When he found Loki, he jumped on him and started beating him until Natasha and Tony got him away from him. The cat, or Y/N, was standing there, swollen like a balloon and grunting.

“You need him alive to get Y/N back”, Tony said, trying to calm him down. Loki laughed and laughed, clearly amused by the situation. Tony had trouble keeping a straight face, he was amused by the situation as well, although havin a cat next to him was making him hysteric.

“You just need to ask”, Loki said before Clint could threaten him. He pointed the cat with the rod and, suddenly, Y/N appeared. Say that she was angry was an understatement. She looked at her boyfriend and friends, and then he looked at Loki. She hit him with so much force that knocked him down.

“Next time you decide to have fun with someone, you know with whom you don’t have to play”, Y/N grumbled.

“I fucking love you”, Clint mumbled as he went to hug her.

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.

“That was a little too close for comfort.” Clint sighs from his hiding place.

A loud beeping comes across the intercom and I spread my arms, bringing up seven more screens, one for each of the team. Steve, Tony, Wanda, Nat, Rhodey, Sam and Bucky all have red dots trained on them. My eyes flit over the rest of the screens. Zooming out on the infrared, I see eight other heat signatures trailing across the sky. I can only assume they’re meant for the team. Tony’s thruster boots are damaged and he can’t get out, Rhodey is pinned down by a couple of heavily armed enforcers and everyone else is, basically unprotected.

“Guys, take cover.” I say, plopping down in the pilot’s chair and lifting the craft from the ground.

“What, why?” Steve asks.

“You’ve got eight missiles inbound. Someone really wants you guys dead.” I answer. I try to maneuver the quinjet up through the thick canopy of trees as quickly as possible so I can assist the team. “I’m gonna try to shoot down as many as I can, but I can’t promise anything, so I need you get as far away as you can.”

“(Y/N), no, what if one of those things hits you?” Clint’s voice cuts through.

“That’s a risk I have to take.” I say, angling the jet so that I’m in the path of the incoming explosives. “You guys are the important ones, and you have to get out.”

There’s a chorus of shouting protests, but I block them out. Arming the quinjets projectile weaponry I watch the screens for any sign of them moving. One by one, they gather each other and flee the area, taking out as many of the opposing forces men as they possibly can on their way. I lock onto the missiles with the targeting system and fire.

I miss the first, second and third shots before deciding that firing a single round at a time wasn’t going to get me where I wanted to go and that point and spray is the way to go. I quickly switch the settings and pull the triggers. The projectiles are a little too far away for me to see clearly, so I just shoot off five to ten rounds at a time in the general direction of where I want them to go. I manage to take out two of the missiles, but miss the other six. I have to wait till they’re closer to stop them.

“(Y/N), what’s the plan here?” Steve asks.

“I didn’t really get past blow shit up and not die, so, there really isn’t one.” I hear him sigh and I try to ignore the growing worry as I wait for the missiles to get closer. “You’ve got everyone out of the area right?”

“Yeah, but, (Y/N), you have to be careful. We can’t lose you.”

Yeah, you can, I think. But I’ll try not to die.

“Okay, got it.”

The missiles are approaching quickly now. I can see them a little more clearly and I take my shots. I manage to take all but one of them out and the last one is headed straight for me. There’s nothing I can do, it’s too close.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” Steve asks, his voice stern.

“Sam, you think I could get a ride?” I ask, opening the back of the quinjet and rising from my seat.

“Sure, when?”

“Um, right about now.” I run  down the ramp and launch myself out of the aircraft. I make sure I’ve got my hands over my head to make it easier for him to catch me.

I’m free falling for a moment longer than I had hoped to and I panic a bit. I close my eyes and hope for the best. Suddenly I feel two strong hands gripping my wrists and.the wind blowing across my face. I realize Sam caught me and I quickly grip his wrists in an attempt to reduce the strain on his arms.

“Shit, (Y/N), you are heavier than you look.” He jokes.

“Sorry about tha-” A massive explosion cuts off my words. The force of the blast propels us forward and forces Sam off balance. He loses control and opts to pull me to his chest, wrap us in his wings around the two of us and brace for impact. We hit a few trees before bouncing onto the hard packed dirt of the ground and rolling to a stop.

When Sam unfurls his wings I roll off of him and stumble to my feet. When I’m finally upright someone immediately pulls me to their chest, one arm around my shoulders and the other hand is on the back of my head. I slowly wrap my arms around their middle, unsure of what else to do.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” Clint’s tone is reprimanding. “You could have gotten killed!”

“I didn’t though.” I say quietly, my eyes going wide. Clint sighs as he pulls me away and holds my shoulders, looking at me very seriously. He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, but someone cuts him off.

“That was reckless and irresponsible, (Y/N), how could you even think to do that?” Steve says angrily.

“Oh, like you’re one to talk, Mr. Jumps-out-of-planes-without-parachutes. I know what I did was stupid, but no one died and had I not put the quinjet in the path of the missile you guys would have been little itty bitty meat chunks and it would have been my fault. I don’t know about you, but if I had died, I think still would have said that it was the right call.” I scowl at him. “I’m not like you guys. No one knows who I am, I don’t see action, I’m expendable. Don’t dress it up and act like I could be anything else.”

“I-I… (Y/N),” His eyes widen with shock at my words. I pull myself out of Clint’s grasp and walk away from the two of them.

“I’m calling for another quinjet right now.” Tony mumbles, slowly turning away from the group.

I sigh quietly and slide my back down a tree to sit on the cold, hard packed dirt ground. I don’t know why I did that. I don’t know why I got so upset. I shouldn’t have said what I did. It was unreasonable and unprofessional. I know what I did was stupid, but I still feel hot tears prick at my eyes at the thought of everything that had just happened. I rub away the impending waterworks with the heel of my hand before trying to curl in on myself and disappear for good.

The sound of a twig snapping pulls me out of my half hearted pity party. My head snaps up, looking around for the source of the noise. I scan the area until I see someone leaning on a tree nearby. Slowly, Clint comes into view, hands raised at my hostile expression. He ambles over to me and plops down beside me.

“So what was that all about back there?” He asks.


“Oh please, that shit show wasn’t just “nothing”. Something’s wrong.” I turn my face away from him so he can’t see the tears forming in my eyes. “Come on, (Y/N), what’s going on with you? You’ve never acted like this before.”

“I don’t know.” I shrug.

“Oh you definitely do.” Clint wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his side. “But I won’t push you if you don’t wanna talk. It’s okay.”

“I know what I did was stupid. I fully realize that,” I say. “It was dangerous and I could have died.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“I don’t know, I guess I kind of feel like I’m interchangeable and a throwaway. When you find someone more qualified, you’ll just let me go and move on to them.” I release a long breath. “At least this way I would have gone out with a bang.”

“Ooh, harsh wordplay there, (Y/N).” I snort disdainfully. “Do you seriously think you’re unimportant?”

“I don’t know, I guess so.” I shrug again.

“Damn, okay.” He’s silent for a second, rubbing his hand up and down my arm like he’s trying to soothe me. “You think you’re unimportant, but if you were, then I wouldn’t have listened to you earlier. I would be dead.”


“I would have been the one going out with a bang.”

“Clint, please,”

“Splat.” He exaggerates the ‘t’ sound, smacking his hand against his leg. He tilts his head so he can look at me. “The point is, you are more important to the team than you think and you’re more important to us than you’ll ever know.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Do you trust me?”


“Well then I guess you’ll just have to operate on that until you can realize it for yourself.”


“Come on.” He quickly stands up and offers his hand to me.

“Where are we going?” I ask, placing my hand in his. Clint hauls me to my feet before answering.

“I think the Captain owes you an apology.”

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Requested:Can you do a Thor x Reader and the reader and Thor have a cute and cuddly day? Thankyouuuuu

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Warnings: None

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