The Bored Writer

Hawkeye getting shocked/knocked out AGAIN. I have like over 10 different clips (there are probably many more out there) of this man getting shocked. I miss this hawkeye his outfit and personality is much different from current versions of the character plus nothing beats the classic animation style for me <3

Some context, Hawkeye has gone back in time to before Cap joined the army and became a supersoldier so in this scene to past cap it looks like hawkeye is trying to steal intel. Poor cap just trying to do what he thinks is the right thing he's so innocent :'(

Just Tony getting electrocuted/knocked out, per usual. Anytime this man is not in his suit he's just getting absolutely obliterated. The whole show I kept wondering why he didn't ever try to learn hand to hand combat considering times like this he's pretty much defenseless without his suit. I swear Cap tried to teach him but he got all annoyed and went on a rant about how he didn't need to learn to fight when he had technology to do it for him lol.

On todays episode on hawkeye in peril we see hawkeye getting snatched up by a giant mech (this is one of the more normal things he gets caught up in). And the thing is it's just always hawkeye in this kind of situation lol dude can't catch a break. Anyway, hawkeye is cute thats all I gotta say :P

This whole last part of the episode was just *chefs kiss* tony is the such a punching bag in the series, along with hawkeye of course, the two powerless guys on the team. But man in any episode with ultron (which is alot) Tony just gets absolutely smacked around (not that I'm complaining). But Ultron got me feeling some type of way in this scene... idk maybe I'm crazy :P

I wish hawkeye got beat up more in this series but I mean this episode had been alone at the tower having to fend off a punch of superpowered villains without his bow so he was practically helpless. You would think a guy with no powers would be in a lot more situations like this in the show but I guess he's pretty resourceful. Hawkeye doesn't get much screentime but when he does it's usually worth the wait, i'd say surprisingly tony gets the most whump in the show lol.

Hawkeye being a damsel in distress... again. Is anyone even surprised anymore? Context of this scene is that black widow is kind of playing double agent and "betrayed" hawkeye and hes pretty pissed about it ended up getting captured while trying to track down black widow. Well, he found her, but now hydras got him. Currently trying to track down more of my favorite scenes of this man because man does he get beat up ALOT.

One of my favorite scenes from the show hawkeye always end up the punching bag because hes got no powers he gets knocked out, manhandled, tossed around, poor guy. Not that I mind though... Plus the hulk and hawkeye are pretty close in the show so hulk seeing hawkeye in pain here and feeling powerless to stop it since he's currently bruce banner and cant transform into the hulk. Man its so good. The layers to this, plus I just like hawkeye whump in general, might post more of my favorite whump from some animated shows.

The assassin groaned and lifted his head slowly. He felt disoriented only for a moment until the memories came flooding back to him. He was alert now, and the first thing he noticed was the shackles which secured his hands above his head.

He struggled against them for a moment but they would not give. Had they not been so tight he could have easily got them off. His eyes flicked across the dark room. He scanned his surroundings, coming to the conclusion this had to be some holding cell.

From what memories he could gather, and the throbbing feeling his head, he assumed he’d been caught and knocked out. But how? I never get caught! He thought to himself. 

His thoughts were cut short by the faint sound of voices and footsteps approaching. He couldn’t make out what they were saying just yet, but once they rounded the corner their voices rang clear. “You really want to talk to him? Why don’t we just hang him and be done with the matter.”

The assassin felt his breath catch in his throat at the ‘just hang him’ part. A huge beefy guard, a short stubby man, and a tall lean man approached the cell. The three of them together looked a bit ridiculous, like some misfit circus show.

“Come on Cas, this guy was sent to assassinate you for the love of god!” The stubby man crossed his arms to emphasize his anger. The tall man didn’t respond, he just turned to the beefy guard and motioned towards the cell door.

The sound of keys rattling echoed through the cell, then the creak of the metal door as it opened. The tall man stepped inside, and for the first time he spoke. “Lock the door behind me and leave. I want to speak with him alone.”

The stubby man protested but was ushered along by the beefy man. Now it was just the two of them. There was a drawn out silence and the tension in the room was clearly high.

The assassin was the first to break the silence, “So, your Cas? Been eager to meet you, my dagger too, it's been very eager to meet your throat.” The assassin gave sly smirk looking up to meet the man’s eyes. 

There was a silence again, until the man shifted and walked closer. The assassin kept up his confident facade, the same smirk plastered across his face, he would not falter. 

The man stopped about an arms length away from the assassin and stared down at him. “You gonna say something, or did you come here just to sight see?” The assassin snarled. 

The man finally spoke, but only said three words. “Who hired you.” The assassin chuckled and the shackles clanked. “As an assassin Its not good business to just give your employers name to just anyone, didn’t ya’ know.” 

The assassin could see he was getting under the man's skin and he thought if he pushed just a bit more the man might just crack. “So, how’s it feel to be a Deadman walking, huh? Bet im not the first assassin that was hired to kill you, and i’m sure I won’t be the last.” 

The man moved suddenly and it took the Assassin by surprise. The man was now on one knee face to face with the assassin, their eyes locked. The assassin could see the twisting anger which brewed in the man's eyes, he thought maybe he’d gone too far. At this point he believed his fate of being hanged was sealed. 

The man breathed in, then out. “How about we make a deal, assassin.” The assassin stifled a laugh. “A deal? A deal with the guy i’m supposed to off?” The man didn’t seem to find this amusing at all, he looked quite serious. 

The assassin weighed his options, if he said no he’d likely be hanged, and there was no getting out of this cell on his own. “Say we make a deal, what’s in it for me?” 

The man narrowed his eyes. “Your freedom, and more money than an assassin sees in a lifetime.” The assassin was intrigued, to say the least. “Go on.” 

I have no memory of what had happened before I had woken up. 

I blinked open my eyes to the bright LED lights which buzzed softly above me. I squinted my eyes letting them adjust to the light, then rubbed the tired blurriness from my sight. I sat up taking in my surroundings, the shiny white floor, the white walls and ceiling, a hospital? 

I pushed myself to my feet but my legs felt a bit weak so I stumbled and leaned on the wall to regain my composure. From what I could see the place was empty. I didn’t hear voices or footsteps, not even the beep of a heart monitor, just the deafening buzzing of the overhead lights.

I decided looking for someone was the best course of action to figure out why and how I came to be here. I started down the hallway my footsteps echoing throughout the walkway. As I walked, I peaked in every room I passed, nobody still. At this point I began to grow a bit tense and I picked up my pace pushing through a set of double doors.

When I passed through the doors I realized the layout of the room in front of me was identical to the one i’d just come from. I assumed maybe i’d just gone in a circle or something so I pressed on down the hallway. I checked every room as I passed, yelling out a short, “Anybody there?” “Hello?”

The next set of double doors approached and I felt my stomach grow uneasy. I made it to the door pushing it open slowly and peering in. My stomach dropped. It was another identical room, the same white hallway with those obnoxious buzzing lights. At this point I started to get a bit freaked out.

I picked up the pace, walking down the hallway yelling out in a shrill voice “Hello! Is anyone there! Hello!” I looked around for any sign of life, some sort of movement, anything. There was no way this place could be abandoned, everything looked new and shiny. I was becoming more frantic in my movements and my breathing was falling into an uneven pattern. 

My search continued until I came to the double doors. I froze, not wanting to pass through them. With a shaky breath I pushed the doors open. There it was again. The same hallway. 

I began to yell with desperation in my voice “HELLO! PLEASE! ANYBODY!” No response. I felt a whimper escape my lips, I didn’t know what to do. I was starting to get hungry and thirsty and I didn’t know how to get out. There was nobody to help me.

I just wanted to break down and cry just cry out and have someone hear me and save me from this nightmare. I walked down the hallway trying to hold on to a sliver of hope that I would find someone. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when I collapsed onto the floor.

I was starving and dehydrated just barely crawling through the double doors in front of me. The doors shut behind me and as I turned to look at the white hallway I saw something. Something was standing there, right in the middle of the hallway. A person? A person! 

I laughed and felt small tears of joy well up in my eyes. I called down the hallway, “Can you help me, i’ve been lost here for I don't know how long!” The figure stood there, unmoving. Perhaps they didn’t understand? “Do you know how to get out of here?”

Silence. I felt my blood chill, I crawled down the hallway towards the figure. I felt myself growing weak.. growing tired... “Please help me..!” I crawled closer. I finally made it to the figure my head was lowered and I reached up expecting to feel something. I felt nothing. I looked up and realized with a chilling shock. Nobody was even there.

I was growing more tired by the minute and I screamed out with the last of my strength, “HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME!”

The young cop lie there on the ground curled up into a ball and holding his shoulder. The bullet had passed clean through, but it still hurt like a b*tch and there was still the threat of bleeding out. 

He knew he would need to seek a hospital soon or he would definitely fall unconscious and slowly bleed to death. He groaned as he pulled himself up slowly.

He winced at every movement and when he was finally up onto his feet he felt even worse. He let out strained breaths and held his shoulder tightly. His upper-body was hunched over and he struggled walking forward, stumbling weakly on. 

Every step he let out a groan of pain and he’d squeeze his eyes shut tightly. He finally made it to the end of the alleyway but before he could walk out into safety a body rounded the corner to block his path.

He staggered back looking up with a shocked expression on his face.

“N-no, God no...”

The shock grew to fear and he fell backward onto his a*s as the figure moved forward at him. He used all his energy to push himself backwards on the ground away from the figure. Each push worsened his shoulder and he cried out in pain and fear. 

“God no..! F*ck! Stay away from me!”

He cried out now desperately as he was backed into the corner of the alley. The figure stopped in front of him just looking down at his pathetic state. 

“How the shoulder treating you? I was actually aiming for your leg, but I guess this works too.”

The figure smirked and crouched down looking into his fearful watery eyes. He Whimpered holding his shoulder and drawing in quick shallow breaths. The blood from his shoulder was starting to form a puddle and he could feel himself becoming weaker with each drop of crimson from his arm.

The figure moved quickly putting their hand over his hand, which rested on the wounded shoulder, and pushed, pinning the shoulder against the wall. He cried out in pain and after a few moments drew in a shaky breath.

“I wasn’t done with you when your ran away from me. Now we can spend some.. quality time together.”

A sly grin formed on the figures face as they moved in closer to look into his eyes. The figure watched him writhe in pain as the color drained from his face. He struggled with his other hand to try to remove the hand which restrained his hand and shoulder. 

It was pointless. He was too weak to pry the hand off and he sat there now drawing in slow, strained breaths. His vision was growing blurry and he felt weak. His eyelids felt heavy and he felt he’d pass out any moment now.

“Oh no, i’m not letting you pass out just yet.”

There was a light slap on the face and his eyes opened again. The figure then moved in and dragged him to his feet. He could barely stand, leaning on the body next to him for support.

The figure slammed him against the wall and he felt the breath knocked from his lungs as he gasped. Then a blow to the face, then the stomach. He lurched over holding his stomach gasping and groaning in pain. 

A hand held him up by the collar, half strangling him as a fist made its way into his ribcage. He gasped again and screamed out in pain. His breaths became shallow and ragged. He could only see through blurry vision now as he fell in and out of consciousness.

His shoulder was bleeding uncontrollably and he was aching all over from the punches. 

“Maybe i’ll take your home and make you my personal punching bag. How’s that sound Mr. Rookie cop?”

The figure laughed now drawing their face about an inch from his. He squeezed his eyes shut but he could feel the breath on his face. He whimpered and let out a pathetic whine.

“P-please... No.. Please..”

Slowly his eyes opened. His eyelids felt heavy, but he fought away the tiredness, blinking the blurriness of sleep from his eyes.

It was dark. When his eyes finally adjusted he could barely make out anything. Where his sight failed to see the restraints that held him, he could feel them digging into his wrists and ankles. 

Rope? No. Zip-ties. 

He struggled against them with a groan of effort to no avail. They didn’t budge. So, given what information he had at the moment, he knew he was tied to a chair, in the dark, in some unknown place. 

He blinked in the darkness. It was all silent except for the sounds of his own breathing. He decided that since struggling hadn’t helped, he’d try to yell out for help. Surely someone would hear him. 

“Hello... Anybody! I need hel-” 

Before the last word could escape his lips he felt a hand cover his mouth. He muffled out a shocked yelp. Then he felt something cold and sharp press to his neck.

“Make another sound and i’ll slit your throat.”

The voice was right next to his ear and it sent a shiver down his spine. His adams apple bobbed as he gulped, his throat felt completely dry now. He breathed in and out through his nose and he felt the sweat run down his temple. 

The cold blade disappear and he relaxed a bit, but the hand still remained clasped over his mouth. 

“Are you scared?”

The voice spoke again. Its tone was more mocking than anything, and it wasn’t really a question, more of a tease.

Suddenly a finger ran down his arm. He jerked a bit feeling grossed out by the touch. Then he felt the whole palm run across his neck and a little down his chest. He let out a muffled sound of surprise.

He struggled now yelling out muffled curses of anger and disgust. This led to the hand over his mouth tightening and pulling his head back. He was looking directly up into a pair of barely visible eyes.

“Struggle again and i’ll slit your throat.”

He drew in a shaky breath looking up into a pair of dark soulless eyes. He felt the other hand again gliding across his neck and chest. He let out a few muffled sounds as the hand made its way across his body. 

The eyes still looking in to his, one hand over his mouth, all while the other hand had its way at him. Then the hand reached down lower and despite repressing it he let out a muffled moan.

“So, you do like this?”

The voice mocked him. He could see amusement in those eyes he looked up into. He struggled against the restraints and the hand across his mouth in anger. Though he couldn’t make the restraints budge, he managed to get the hand from his mouth.

“The f*ck are you doing!? Where the hell am I!”

A figure stepped from behind him now standing directly in front of him. A tall and lanky shadow. 

The figure said nothing. 

“Answer me!” 

Silence.

Then the figure stepped forward and he flinched back. The figure reached down a hand and he closed his eyes turning his head away. The hand caressed his face. He tried to pull away from the touch but he couldn’t get his head back any further. 

“Your a f*cking psycho! Don’t f*cking touch me freak!”

The hand pulled away.

“When I get out of here i’m calling the cops on your freaky as-” 

Before the sentence was uttered two hands had him by the neck. They tightened and he struggled letting out a strangled scream. He was thrashing his arms and legs in the restraints as he choked. 

He tried to draw in a breath, but his throat was completely shut. His vision began to tunnel and he felt the consciousness begin to drain from his body.

But then the hands came off and he began harshly coughing and breathing in strained breaths. 

“Keeping talking and i’ll f*cking kill you.”

-Hero perspective

The hero sighed, “It’ll only take a moment or two, stop being such a baby.” The villain kept yelling in protest pulling away and struggling as the hero reachered towards their stomach. More and more blood soaked the bandages, the villain’s protesting was clearly worsening the wound. As the hero touched the villain’s stomach the villain raised their arm to swing at the hero. The hero easily caught the villains wrist and held it tightly, “Seriously, stop struggling!” the hero demanded. The cusses of protest, hisses of pain, and rattling of cuffs finally settled down now.

 The hero felt the villain’s arm go limp in their grasp. The arm was hot to the touch, “Jesus christ your burning up..” The hero let the villain’s arm fall back limply at their side. The villain was drawing in quick raspy breaths, sweat rolling off their temple. Without interruption now, the hero went to work slowly unbinding the bandages from villains stomach. “F*ck you..Don’t touch me....” The villain said weakly through breaths raising an arm to resist.

 The hero continued ignoring the villains protest, now removing the bloodied bandages entirely. They now took the clean bandages and carefully wrapped the wound once again. The hero then lowered the villains shirt and remarked, “See, now that wasn’t so hard was it?” The villain didn’t respond they only drew in weak gasps of air. The hero reached out their hand and placed it on the villains forehead, “Your fevers getting worse.” The villain had their eyes closed, their chest heaving in breaths.

 The hero turned back to the first aid kit pulling out a pill bottle and then returned beside the villain  taking a pill from the bottle, “This medicine will help bring the fever down.” The hero said moving the pill toward the villains mouth. The villain turned their head away from it. “Stop resisting.” The hero turned the villains face back toward them and tried again to give them the pill. The villain brought their arm up in an attempt to push the hero’s hand, and the pill, away. The hero easily overpowered the weak resistance and brought the pill to the villains lips.

 The villain refused to open their mouth. “Stop resisting and take the damn pill already!” The hero said irritated. The villain still refused, stubbornly keeping their lips sealed. “Okay, fine. I give up.” The hero said pulling the pill back. The villain relaxed for a moment and the hero took the opportunity to shove the pill into their mouth. The hero then placed their hand over the villains mouth to make sure they wouldn’t spit it out.

 The villain let out a few muffled screams, thrashing their head back and forth. The struggling made the cuffs clank against the metal bed frame again. “Swallow it and i’ll take my hand away.” The hero demand, sternly now. The villain looked up at them, rage in their eyes. The struggling continued for another minute or so but then began to slow. The muffled screams became nothing more then a few muffled groans of pain. “Swallow it.” The hero stared down. The villain closed their eyes and the hero observed the villains throat bob as the pill went down.

 “All that fuss over nothing.” The hero said removing their hand from the villains mouth now. The villain just kept drawing in quick raspy breaths, their eyes closed. “You really look like shit.” The hero sighed, looking the villain over. “That... coming from you..” The villain remarked weakly between rasping breaths. “Look at that, already recovering enough to make snarky remarks.” The hero teased. The gasps and quick breaths slowed now to a steady pace as the villain seemed to have fallen asleep. 

-Welp part 4 time ???

-Villain perspective this time

The villain slowly blinked open their eyes, blinded and quinting at the flood of light. They blinked away the blurriness from their eyes and focused now on their surroundings. They were in a small room, it had a small bed, a sink, and a toilet. They had seen enough rooms to know this wasn’t just any room, it was a cell. It didn’t take the villain long to notice the cuff on their wrist which attached them to the bed frame. Sudden panic rushed over them as they began to struggle against the restraint, it clanked loudly and repeatedly against the metal bed frame, “Where the hell am I! What the hell is going-” Before they could finish they groaned in pain doubling over and holding their stomach.

 Once they relaxed a bit, they then lifted their shirt and observed the wound, which was now cleanly bandaged up. Not only was their stomach bandaged, but their arms as well, “What in the hell...” Suddenly a sound came from outside the cell, the villain tensed up staring over to the door. The door then slid open and the villain turned drawing themselves into a ball, “No! Please! No more..!” Footsteps slowly approached, they stopped squarely beside them.

 The villain then felt a hand rest on their shoulder and turned swiftly now knocking it away, “Get away from me! Don’t touch me!” They groaned again in anguish, they had clearly moved too fast. “Stop moving around so much, your going to re-open the wound you idiot!” said an annoyed voice. The villain opened their eyes now to look at the person beside them, “Hero..!” The hero looked down at them now “Happy to see me?” 

“Not at all! Why the hell am I here!” The villain stared daggers at the hero. “Do you not remember? You sent a distress signal, and I just happened to be in the area.” The villain blinked staring blankly at the hero for a few seconds then spoke “I.. I must have sent it on accident. I had everything under control.” “Ah, yes of course. You had everything under control bleeding out in a cold dark cargo crate.” The hero remarked.

 “You know what, f*ck you. I’m not taking this sh*t right now. Just get these cuffs off and i’ll be on my way.” The villain said as they struggled against the restraint again. Each struggle caused more pain and amongst the clanking of metal was groaning and hisses of pain. The villain finally tired out and breathing raggedly gave up their pointless struggling. “You done?” The hero said still looking down at them. “Shut the f*ck up and get them off.” The villain hissed.

 “Their just for precaution, didn’t want you to attack me or something when you came to.” The hero said pulling up a chair now to sit beside the bed. “I’ve still got one hand free, and trust when I say, I can do alot with just one hand.” The villain threatened. “You may have one hand free but from what I can see your in pretty bad shape at the moment.” The hero said tauntingly. The villain steamed with anger reaching out for the hero “Don’t underestimate me!” The hero was seated far enough away that the villain couldn’t reach them. 

The villain winced again drawing their arm back and squeezing their eyes shut in pain. “You idiot, I told you not to move around, now you’ve gone and reopened the wound again.” The hero sighed. The villain stared down at the bandages fresh with blood. “I’ll have to rebandage your stomach.” The hero said taking up the bandages from the first aid kit at their side. “Its f*cking fine, I can bandage myself up!” The villain yelled pulling away as far as the restraints would let them. “Just leave the bandages here and i’ll do it myself.” The villain added. The hero sighed, “Your much to weak to do it yourself, just let me.” the hero moved in now, bandages in hand. “No, stay the f*ck away!” The villain protested.

The hero is headed out having received a distress signal. The location blinks on their map, though when the hero arrives to the designated area its quite abandoned and in the middle of what seems like nowhere. There is no sign of life anywhere but the hero continues to follow their map looking around, cautiously. For all the hero knows, this could be a trap of some sorts. 

The area is littered with large cargo crates, the hero assumes from the boats and dock it's some kind of ship port. The hero closes in on the final destination, turning the corner bracing themselves for some kind of attack. To their surprise what awaits them sitting on the ground is the device which sent out the distress signal. Puzzled, the hero bends down and picks it up, observing it closely. It only takes a few moments to realize it is covered in the deep crimson of blood.

 Still crouching, the hero observes the ground, more crimson, the hero’s eyes follow a crimson trail of blood droplets which seemingly leads into an open cargo crate. Standing now, the hero moves slowly and silently to the crate. It is dark inside, and so very quiet. Surely this is an obvious trap. The hero stood there bracing themselves as they opened the cargo crate’s door more to let the moonlight spill in. Under the, now illumination of the moonlight streaming in, the hero could make out a figure. The hero stepped in now, cautiously and alert. The figure made no signs of movement, it was just a small bundle on the floor, slumped in a sitting position leaning against the wall with its head down.

 The hero crept closer, nothing. No sounds, no movement. The hero was almost just above the figure now trying to make out exactly who it was, but their head was lowered and the hero couldn’t tell. The hero finally crouched down slowly and carefully in front of the figure, they took a moment to now observe the figure’s condition. From observation the hero could see there was a deep sizable gash across the stomach with scratches and bruises littered across their forearms. The hero could only assume their face was just as beaten and bruised as the rest of them.

 Slowly and with immense caution the hero reached out their hand to lift the figures head and identify who it was. The bloody and bruised face was now illuminated by the moonlight, the hero knew instantly who it was. The hero drew back their hand swiftly, letting the figures head fall limply back down. “Villain! I knew this was a trap!” The hero turned to glance behind them, expecting the villain’s henchman to be there waiting. To the hero’s surprise there was nobody. The hero turned back looking at the villain’s limp body. “Soooo... not a trap..?”