jeremy renner au

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STRIKE TEAM DELTA AUfirst mission together: infiltrate a building, damage the bad guys’ servers. Except it turns out that someone has to jump down the ventilation shaft to get there, right past the giant spinning blades of death. Mission control has decided it’s going to be Clint, citing ‘You’re HAWKeye right? Fly there or something. You’ll figure it out~’

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IMAGINE A LATE 90’S/EARLY 2000’S AVENGERS THEMED HIGH SCHOOL ROMANTIC COMEDY IN WHICH EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING WORTH REMEMBERING ONLY HAPPENS IN THE 12 HOURS FOLLOWING GRADUATION WITH SEMISONIC AND BLINK-182 PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND OF ALL THE DRAMATIC ADOLESCENT MOMENTS THAT UNFOLD AND THE LAST FIVE MINUTES OF THE FILM BEING DEDICATED TO A VOICEOVER TELLING US WHAT EVER BECAME OF THESE TRAGICALLY MISUNDERSTOOD, OVERLY-HORMONAL TEENAGERS 

Robin Hood

Originally posted by steviepinkiepierogers

Clint Barton x Reader

Robin Hood

Prompt: Can you please do a Clint Barton AU where he is Robin Hood and views and royal family as rich assholes? He ends up one day trying to steal from the royal carriage but the reader (prince or princess) gives him money out of generosity and a few days later Clint saves the reader from getting kidnapped and falls in love with them? And your writing makes me love the Avengers even more.

Note: Awwwwww, thank you so much! This is a super cute prompt, and I’ve never written anything like it before, so it should be fun!

Warnings: Medieval times, violence, potential swearing. Hella sassy Clint.

“If I have to hear one more decree from those rich assholes, I swear, I’ll-” Clint Barton, one of the best shots in the kingdom, complained as he was walking through the woods with his friend, Sam Wilson.

“Quiet, you,” Sam warned, bringing a finger to his lips. “If one of the guards hears you, you’ll be done for,”

“Do you think I care? Living in these damned woods as a huntsman for all of eternity isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, my friend. At least you have it in good with the Stark Blacksmiths. They make the best armor in all of the lands and you’re their apprentice.”

“I’m not their apprentice,” Sam shook his head. “I’m a knight. Or, I will be. I plan to send a letter to Sir Stephen of the knights of Marvale so he might take me in to be a knight.”

“And you think because you work with the Starks, the knights will take you in? Good luck with that, buddy.”

“Oh yeah? You’re the best archer in the land and you spend all day out here hunting squirrels. Or worse. Trying to steal from the royals.” Sam poked his quiver full of arrows.

“Someday I’ll-” Clint stopped dead in his tracks. He knew that sound, the pounding of hoofs and the jingle of the royal bells. The carriage. “Get down!” he hissed, pulling Sam into the bramble beside the path. Thinking quickly, Clint unhooked Sam’s ax from his belt and swung it into the trunk of a thin tree. He pushed it over, into the path before the carriage came into sight.

“Are you mad?” Sam asked, wide-eyed. “What are you doing?”

“Wait here. I have a plan.” Clint winked. In a few minutes, the carriage came to a stop in front of the trunk. In an unexpected turn of events, the youngest princess, Princess (Y/N) walked out of the carriage, followed by her personal friend, Princess Wanda, who was visiting from the kingdom of Sokovia.

“What happened?” Princess Wanda asked, looking to the fallen tree.

“Tis no more than a fallen branch,” You told her reassuringly. “No need for concern.”

“Princess (Y/N), for your safety, I advise you to get back into the carriage. This could be an ambush.” said one of the knights, Sir Stephen, no less.

“It’s fine, Steve.” You told him. “I’m sure my father will understand the delay in our return.”

“If you say so,” Sir Stephen nodded hesitantly. He hadn’t realized that in the moment he had stopped to talk to you, Clint had snuck into the carriage. When you and Wanda went to climb back in, he was scurrying to get out.

“Thief!” Wanda shrieked. He jolted in surprise, meeting you with worry in his eyes. He had heard stories about the royal family, and he would no doubt be put to death for a move like this.

“What are you doing in here?” You asked slowly, carefully. The man was armed with a bow and arrow, notched and ready to fire. You couldn’t help but let your eyes be drawn to his muscular arms, revealed by his leather vest.

“What do you think?”

“Get away from the princess!” Sir Stephen ordered, pulling his shield off of his armor and unsheathing his sword.

“Wait!” you shouted, holding your arms out between the knight and the cunning and handsome thief. “What is your name, archer?”

“Clint, your majesty,” he answered, surprising not only you, but himself. He had spent all of his life hating the royals, and yet now, in front of you, he showed respect. “Clint Barton.”

“What are you doing here, Clint?” You asked carefully, meeting his eyes. He lowered his bow and slid the arrow back into his quiver.

“The village is starving, your majesty. Myself included.” He smiled sheepishly, but you could see the sadness in his eyes. “No one has enough money to buy goods, and the potato crops are dying.”

“Well we can’t have that, can we?” You shook your head and led Clint out of the carriage. “Sir James,” You called. One of the knights hopped down off of his horse and raised the mask of his helmet.

“Yes, your majesty?”

“Take a message to my father,” You told him. “Tell him to send the Creek Village carriages of supplies from some of the more affluent villages. And send an alchemist to help save the potato crop.”

“Right away, Princess,” he nodded before riding off to deliver the message.

“I’m on my way to the east castle to retrieve some of my mother’s jewelry,” You told Clint. “But I can give you this for the time being,” You handed him a large sack of coins.

“Thank you, your majesty,” Clint bowed.

“No more of this ‘your majesty’ business. Call me (Y/N). It is my name.”

“In that case, thank you, (Y/N),” he said, smiling. It was a great honor to call the princess by her name.

“I must be off. It was nice to meet you archer,” You old him climbing back into the carriage. Wanda got in before you, and you sat by the window, leaning out to talk to Clint. “I’m sure we’ll meet again someday.”

“It would be an honor,” he bowed one final time. The knights tossed the branch off of the path, and the carriage rolled away. Sam crawled out of the bramble.

“You’re insane. Do you realize what you just did?”

“I saved the village,” Clint said proudly. He stared at the sack of coins in shock. Never in his life had he ever seen so much money. He couldn’t wait to bring it back to the village. They would all eat well that night.

“That, and, you met the princess. The only eligible princess in the kingdom.” Sam poked him in the ribs. “And you like her.”

“Shut up.” Clint shook his head. “I don’t stand a chance with a girl like her.”

“Sure you don’t,” Sam laughed. “But a guy can dream, right?”

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It was a few days later that the carriage made its way past the Creek Village once again. You stared out the window wistfully, remembering the handsome young archer you had met only days before.

“If you sigh one more time, you’ll pass out from air loss,” Princess Wanda teased.

“I’m sorry,” You shook your head. “I just cannot seem to get that archer out of my head.”

“I can tell,” she laughed. “What are the odds you’ll ever see him again?”

“None,” You answered. “He’s not royal. My father would never approve, you know that.”

“He knows that his wife was not a royal, correct?”

“He claims she was different.” You sighed. “If only I could convince him that Clint was different too.”

“Good luck with that,” she smirked. Just then, the carriage stopped. “Oh no. Not again,”

“What could it be this time.”

“Princess! Stay in the carriage! It’s a trap!” You heard Sir Stephen yell from outside. There was the clash of metal, and then there was an arm around you and a dagger pressed against your throat.

“Not another move,” a low, murderous voice whispered into your ear. You caught sight of one of the other criminals out the window, a symbol on the sleeve of his leather jacket, a red skull with eight tentacles. They were from the Hydra Clan.

“Why, if it isn’t the former Sir Rumlow. Why am I not surprised,” You didn’t even have to see the man’s face to know who he was. He had once been one of your father’s best friends, only to become a traitor and begin a failed revolution.

“Shut it Princess.” he hissed. “I’d hate to get your precious royal blood all over your nice little carriage. Now come out here.” You reluctantly followed him outside, careful not to struggle. Another of the bandits apprehended Wanda and dragged her out of the carriage as well.

“Now, we’re going to send your father a lock of your hair as a message. If he doesn’t give us what we want, we’ll kill you and Wanda.”

“Not so fast,” called a voice you had been hoping to hear for days. “Unhand the princess or else.”

“Or else what?” Rumlow turned to look and came face to face with Clint, his arrow aimed directly at Rumlow’s head.

“Or else I’ll shoot. And I’d hurry if I were you. My hand’s getting kinda slippery.”

Sam took this opportunity to hit Rumlow from the back with a hammer from the Starks’ blacksmith shop. Rumlow dropped like a log, and the other bandits ran far, far away. You ran too, but not away. Instead, you ran into the archer’s arms, nearly taking him out.

“Oof, jeez, watch it, Princess,” he teased, smiling as he set down his bow to embrace you.

“You saved my life,” You whispered into his ear. “How could I ever repay you?”

“I need no payment, Princess.” he said, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Your safety and happiness are prize enough.”

“If you wish me to be happy, than perhaps you should come to the castle with me,” You offered. “Both of you,” You looked to Sam. “There’s a ball planned for my return, and you two are more than welcome.”

“Are you serious?” he asked, taken aback.

“I am,” You told him, nodding. “And I’m sure there are spots for each of you in the knights’ order of Marvale.”

“Well, how could I refuse a princess?”

when you spend all night writing a fic and it doesnt save

Thinking about civil war

How are they not cannoned 

when someone says your OTP will never happen.

(not my gif/pics)

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Clinton Barton  has a farm…