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stubborn ass

          name: clint barton.
alias: hawkeye.
      specialties: not many

[ exists in mcu ]
[ read notes for expansion ]

[ tracks #agentbartxn ]

i can't take them on my own

blandmarvelheadcanons:

Bobbi and Clint, and Nat and Bucky regularly go on double-dates at a local Paintball arena. They find regular dating places boring.

thewinterbuckaroo:

agentbartxn:

    Well. No.
           But you at least deserve an explanation, I guess.

     I got blood all over Steve’s new dish towels. 

   Bucky puts one hand on Clint’s back to keep him still while he dips a rag into the glass Clint set down before cleaning out the gash.

      “You sure you weren’t hit on the head? ‘Cause I got a handful of names and Butch isn’t one of ‘em”

    Oh, I forgot. You’re a thousand years old.

                     { he winces but he doesn’t pull away– he’s used to it by now.
           he got all the way here, didn’t he? that’s something. he refuses to pass out. }

                         Might have a concussion, but that’s… not the point.

thewinterbuckaroo:

agentbartxn:

    Well. No.
           But you at least deserve an explanation, I guess.

     I got blood all over Steve’s new dish towels. 

   Bucky scoffs and hands him a small glass filled a third of the way up.   

      “You drink bourbon while getting stitches. Coffee’s for the next day.

         Now, show me where you need my handywork.”

    Bourbon. Right.

              { he hesitates before he takes the glass
                       and doesn’t even look at the stuff inside. } 

          Thanks, Butch.

    { he sets it on the table next to him to pull up the back of his shirt,
              gritting his teeth to bite on the pain. sore all over. as usual. } 

thewinterbuckaroo:

agentbartxn:

    Well. No.
           But you at least deserve an explanation, I guess.

     I got blood all over Steve’s new dish towels. 

   ”Dammit, fine. I’ll go get my sewing stuff.

      If it’s on your ass, I’m kicking you out.”

    When people shoot to kill, they don’t typically aim for ass.

                        { a heavy sigh as he sits tentatively on the table like a child }

                Please tell me you have coffee.

thewinterbuckaroo:

agentbartxn:

    Well. No.
           But you at least deserve an explanation, I guess.

     I got blood all over Steve’s new dish towels. 

   ”Did you-

      You stopped by his place first, then came here because he wasn’t home, didn’t you?

         Wow. Wow.”

{ a pause. a smirk. }

    Steve has terrible bedside manners anyway. 
                     And I can’t reach where I have to stitch.

    Well. No.
           But you at least deserve an explanation, I guess.

     I got blood all over Steve’s new dish towels. 

thewinterbuckaroo:

agentbartxn:

agentbartxn:

    Lanky brunette, wicked jawline.
            And a missing arm. 

    Lanky enough to qualify.

   ”I’ll have you know that I have physique that can make men and women cry.”

    I don’t cry.
        Ever.

thewinterbuckaroo:

agentbartxn:

    Lanky brunette, wicked jawline.
            And a missing arm. 

   ”Ha ha. I’ll have you know I am not lanky.”

    Lanky enough to qualify.

    Lanky brunette, wicked jawline.
            And a missing arm. 

    That’s the plan.