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[ so if anyone who was following me here is still around, Clint is on a sideblog over at @arrowedavenger (which was actually only created as nostalgia for this account and wasn’t going to rp again, which is why it hasn’t been linked here before). gosh I miss you all. ]
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[why did my deaf clint poetry post explode overnight. why is it tagged with so many random ships. we will never know.
in other news, I've been absent here because of debilitating stomach pain, I apologize. I'm seeing a gastroenterologist on Wednesday so here's hoping it'll fix soon.]
❝I think everyone deserves the chance to fly.❞
wicked sentence meme
The rusting metal of the fire escape flakes beneath her palms as she shifts her weight in consideration. Forbidden territory, this crow’s nest over looking the city that spread out and splayed out, ripe for picking and choosing alike. This New York that politely ignored them in favor of ushering along its residents-like-ants, middling-sized people scurrying along several stories down below whilst street traffic trundled on and the occasional horn or voice blasted out across the evening
Sif sat solid beside Clint, the two of them faux-twins in night-light: joined at he thigh, the hip, the shoulder, leaned against his side for whatever body heat he could offer; she breathed and the night air was like cold water straight to her lungs, clearing her head, shaking off the heady memories of the childhood just recounted to him. She glanced sidelong, distracted frown disappearing into the depths of a heartfelt smile.
“Mm. Figuratively, of course. Unfortunately literal flight remains exclusively Thor’s area.”
[written on weaponizedhawk]
xv.
i think you understand how selfish i am i will want you in every way even if you destroy me let me be a masochist in your love hurt me and i’ll keep coming back for more.
like a faithful dog who has never learned not to forgive i will storm out of the room at your rage only to run back into your arms. when we shout because we will shout sometimes i want to remember it as an unspoken love song.
i do love you, you know and we’d never waste that energy yelling if we didn’t give a damn.
when you tell me that you don’t need me i want to hand you the sun and the moon to laugh at the stars and say "who the hell else would give you this?" i want to kiss you and tell you i’m okay with not being needed as long as i’m wanted.
you want a lot and i want even more. (because i want you and you are the world.) the universe in a microcosm have i ever dared mention how gorgeous you look when you kill even though it’s against every possible moral fiber in me.
(of course not. there are always things we can never say but it doesn’t matter if I’m yours.)
(c.b.)
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xvdova:
It was only right to invite him to sit. He’d been so sweet to her and the nice messages he’d been sending her way were really doing a good job at keeping her morale high during finals prep. Unless it was something he did for all the girls that come into the little coffee shop, but she had a sneaking suspicion that it was a special thing he did for her, and that made a slight blush rise to her cheeks even as he stood there in front of her.
There was a grin spreading across her face when he accepted her offer so quickly, and it only slightly faded by the time he backpedaled a bit. But Natasha nodded, the smile brightening right back up.
’I’ll be here for a while, I’m sure,’ she said while waving a hand over the books spread out on the table in front of her and with a quiet groan to punctuate the work she had ahead of her. ‘A little bit is perfectly fine.’
And one more big grin was directed at him before she took another sip from her coffee, made another sound in the back of her throat as though this was the most amazing thing she’d ever tasted, and turned back to the screen of her laptop.
Clint blushed and bowed out hastily, still beaming at her, and resumed her place behind the counter. It really was a slow day-- there were a few patrons that stuck around to work or study, like Natasha did, but for the most part, it looked like finals season meant most people were cooped up in the library or somewhere else. Even the other regulars he knew weren't stopping by.
He usually stood at the counter, but today, he pulled up the stool and sat down, elbows on the wood next to the register, chin in hands, and darted glances over to where the redhead sat. Was her hair naturally that red? he wondered idly. Was it as soft as it looked? What was she studying? Would she get along with someone like me, who hasn't even gotten a college education? Will she think I'm stupid?
He shook off that pattern of thought and checked the time. His shift was almost over, and he tried to convince himself that the knot in his throat wasn't because he was anxious to talk to the girl he liked. After all, he'd managed it before.
Finally his replacement walked in and he dashed to the back to change before coming back to slide into the seat across from Natasha.
"Um, hi again. Up for that break now?"
wings / clint & sam
notyouricarus:
Sam wasn’t really the self-conscious type, but he still felt inklings of it with his new appendages. He shifted a little at the way Clint was looking at his wings, not sure whether he was flattered at the attention or not.
"I guess not looking bad is a rank up from ridiculous," he said with a chuckle. "Apparently whatever that magic was also messed with my bones, so I’m flight-capable."
He worried his lower lip with his teeth at the request — he’d already been poked and prodded by the scientists for tests, but this was different, right? “Sure. Just don’t go plucking any feathers.”
While it was certainly a thorough sort of magic, Clint supposed it wouldn't be unexpected for it to have done what it did. After all, what's the point of giving someone wings if they couldn't use them?
Then again, what was the point of giving someone wings, period? Especially if they were an enemy?
Clint gently used his fingertips to skim along the feathers in front of them, marveling at their beautiful detail. Bird feathers had always fascinated him-- aside from using them in his early arrows, and still for some of his training ones (the ones he used in battle were inevitably polymer-blend fletching for durability in extreme environments), he thought it was amazing how they were both strong and delicate, how each feather of the same bird was slightly different, but fit together to make it soar.
"I'd never do that," he murmured in reply to the 'plucking' comment, smiling as he stroked over the top of the wing. "They're beautiful."
please tell me straight up if you don’t like a starter i post rather than just ignoring it because, honestly? i wont have my feelings hurt over you & your muse not feeling inspirational vibes with the original starter, i will NEVER get mad or upset over having to write a new one. it does, however, hurt my feelings a little bit when you ignore the starter and pretend like i never put any time or effort into trying to write with you. so please just be honest with me. (◡﹏◡✿)
nxghtwxng:
[ And Dick’s like “Purple’s nice but it’s too closer to red. Which is what my whole family wears.” Besides, when you think ‘night’ you think ‘midnight’ which is more blue than anything. Nightwing can’t be purple! They’ll start calling him ‘batwing’ to go with batgirl’s colors. Besides. Blue (robin’s egg not neon thank you very much) is a regal color all its own! It looks perfect with black, example one being MY BODY IN MY SPANDEX-ISH SUIT.” ]
Clint scoffs. "First of all, robin's egg blue is nothing like midnight blue, and midnight blue is really close to purple because it's basically indigo, which means purple wins. ALSO, you look good in red anyway, so it's not like having the color be one step closer to that is going to be a drastically bad decision. Plus, your shade of blue is like baby's snuggly blanket and hence not regal at all."
wings / clint & sam
notyouricarus:
He turned at the sound of Clint’s voice, and Sam couldn’t help smiling faintly when he saw the smile on the other man’s face. This whole situation was ridiculous, but at least he didn’t have to deal with it alone.
"They’re kind of strange," he confessed, his wings stretching a bit before they gave a weak flap. "I’m not used to feeling something being there, you know?" One wing curled in so that the tip was in front of him, and he tugged at a feather there.
"I must look ridiculous."
Clint couldn't help but be a little awestruck at the plumage, and almost gleefully shuffled closer to take a look. The feathers weren't all one solid color, like in the old paintings of angels, but he couldn't help but think that they suited Sam better like this.
"You don't look bad, actually," he chimed in. "I mean, I'm used to seeing you with wings, but these aren't your metal babies. I bet you'd be good with them though, since you're used to maneuvering in the air."
He hesitated, hand stretched out towards Sam. "Can... can I touch?"
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nxghtwxng:
Clint and Dick have had full on arguments that last hours about how there should DEFINITELY be more purple in Dick’s uniform. Definitely.
[Oh absolutely. Clint is just constantly--- "the blue is nice, but purple is regal instead on your slightly shiny almost neon thing that you've got going on. You can make purple flashy too, but clearly it's the superior color here. Plus, purple and black looks nicer! Example: my bow."]
Confess
meme: Send "Confess" for my muse to admit something they find attractive about yours.
"Well you're a cute brat, for starters. You've got really lovely shoulders that were meant for biting, and I'm a big fan of your eyes too." Clint grins. "Your color scheme should be shifted a bit to match mine though, just sayin'~"
wings / clint & sam
notyouricarus:
It had all happened so fast — Sam had been providing aerial support during a mission against magic users when it hit him. It wasn’t a solid object, but rather some kind of energy that raced through his system like fire and lightning. He was barely able to prepare himself for the hard fall, and he didn’t remember much after that.
And now… He had wings. Real, feathered wings that were a blend of gray, brown, and white, and Sam would have appreciated the beauty of them if they didn’t belong to him. He rubbed his temples as he padded around the suite they’d allotted him for the time being, trying to fold in his wings the best he could. "What is my life?"
Clint had been furious at himself, not being able to do anything useful as Sam fell from the sky, and two well-placed arrows took out the people who had been hurling magic in their direction before he rushed down the fire escape of the building to where his hurt friend had landed.
Only it wasn't--- well, it was Sam, but--- what were those? Wings. Holy hell, Clint thought, and then, how appropriate.
They got the other man to safety and Clint waiting by his side, but was called away for a briefing. After dealing with Fury, he rushed back.
"Hey," he said as he walked in, smiling. "Good to see you up and about. How do you like your new appendages?
Confess
meme: Send "Confess" for my muse to admit something they find attractive about yours.
"Are you actua--- you're really asking?" Clint chuckles, leaning forward until their foreheads touch. "You're a ridiculously kind person and gorgeous to boot. I think probably more than anything else, I really love your smile." His smile softens. "Your strength too. And I don't just mean on the outside."
forgivenunforgotten
If bones had voices, his would be singing. Or crumbling. Or something extreme because he's done it at last, he's caved and dropped a mission and killed people and run out on every organization that ever thought it could keep him. He texts Fury with shaking hands.
Sorry, it says, I can't do this anymore.
Not like he has a choice now. Three months undercover, three months away from any kind of comfort, any semblance of humanity in Hydra's hellhole because they managed to trust him. He conceded to do horrible things for their cause and he became part of the inner circle and found out how far their roots reached.
(Too far. Way too far.)
He tried to survive there. He tried to fit himself in and joke with people who genuinely thought they were doing this for the greater good and not throw up every day when he got back to base. He tried. He even tried to believe what they did to ease the agony of it all.
He failed.
And so he ripped apart what he could, shot officials, broke servers and sent information back to S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel that he trusted, and got the hell out.
(And where was there to go?)
It was too dangerous to go back to his friends. Hydra would be after him, after everyone he knew and loved. But there was one person who was used to dealing with them, with tearing them down at every turn. There was one person he trusted to survive. So bloody and beaten and broken, he showed up at Erik's door once again, and begged to come home.
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mutancyspeedandcharm:
“Mmm, convince you anyway."
Pietro repeats, and he settles his hands on the other man’s hips, leaning into his more-than-slightly-affectionate attention and making no complaint about it.
He’s skinnier than Clint is, for the sake of being aerodynamic, and a little short but by no means is Clint particularly big in comparison. Unless one looks to his arms, of course, but Pietro could say the same as to his own legs.
“Consider, if you will, the hot steam, the hot water… My hands gently sponging the fatigue from your skin…”
Pietro drags his lips over the top of Clint’s head.
”Though sex in the bath is both unhygienic and involving more friction than is pleasant.”
"That's... an entirely different kind of pleasant." Clint smiles anyway-- it wasn't like he'd been looking for sex, though it was fun. Any kind of intimacy means the world to him. "Also frottage in the shower is fun, and that still counts as sex," he adds for the sake of argument. "Unless you only count penetrative, but I seem to enjoy that more than you anyway."
He tilts his head up (for a change) to kiss Pietro properly, soft and sweet, especially today with how generous the other man is being, and tugs them towards the bathroom only to stop in awe.
"Holy shit." Clint's eyes go wide-- it's like it's brand new, better than new, and he hadn't even noticed the work being done, too absorbed in his own files and assuming that Pietro was working on some new project for Stark. But apparently those sounds were of an entire bathroom remodel. "How the... wow."
He stares at his boyfriend, then stares back at the room, then back at Pietro again and shakes his head. "You are incredible. And a little scary. But mostly incredible-- this is amazing!"
xvdova:
She smiles against his chest as he finds them a compromise to the not-really-argument they were having, and nestles herself in the blanket, and against him more comfortably.
It’s as easy as breathing, the way she fits there so perfectly, as though his arms were made to hold her and her body was made to fit against his like two puzzle pieces to make one whole. She tries not to think of such things for long.
Tilting her head up to press a kiss to his jaw, she laughs quietly.
“Perfect compromise, what would I do without you.”
And she’s warm in an instant, a mixture of the blanket and his own warmth permeating through her skin.
If she doesn’t fall asleep, she’ll be surprised.
What would I do without you?
It's odd hearing it from her (though of course it's a casual joke and he smiles and curls around her quietly in return) because he's thought the same on so many occasions. She's been his constancy, his solid ground (the back to his back when the world goes down), and sometimes it worries him how much he needs her.
His hands, so capable of cruelty, calloused from years of training, sit gentle in her hair. People forget that precious doesn't imply fragile, he muses, and kisses her forehead softly as he drifts.
Clint's not that tired, but work leaves them both with a bone-deep weariness. And seeing as he's not moving anytime soon...
