This is my bridge now goatman!

“Hey, Cajun. Welcome back.”

Creed says. Jean Luc stretches a little, limited by the tightness of the cave. 

“Bonjour. Snow stop yet?”

The man asks, rubbing at his eyes. Creed shakes his head.

“It's still coming down, but not as hard.”

Jean Luc's stomach grumbles. Creed opens his kit, and Jean Luc does the same. They find little to eat. They were supposed to have been at base by now. 

“I'll go out and hunt-”

Creed starts, and Jean Luc cuts him off.

Creed twists and swings his claws down into his enemies. He and Jean Luc had been separated from the others into a locked room and they are fighting to be able to get back out since the door got locked behind them. He steals the gun off of the dead body and fires off a round into the man rushing at Jean Luc who is a spinning tornado of death with his gun and knife dancing about. Creed grins and then…

A bullet cuts through his throat. Another through his heart. He falls back, the metallic tang of blood splashes up his throat and onto his tongue. He gurgles and his eyes flit to Jean Luc who rushes to his side.

“Creed!!”

He tries to say that he will be okay. That Jean Luc just needs to wait a little bit and the he will wake up soon. Jean Luc crashes to the floor beside him, hands a flurry of motion. Cloth is pressed uselessly to a gushing wound and panicked eyes lock with his. Strands of hair fall across Jean Luc’s face and Creed finds himself distracted by them. He reaches up and brushes a few strands away as his hearing starts to white out.

He hopes Jean Luc is alright once he wakes up. His sight fades and he slips into that odd not asleep, not awake, not dead, not alive in between, where his mind goes when he is hurt to the point it should kill him. No thoughts reach him in this place of calm and death. 

He first visited this place at the age of thirteen, freezing to death down in that cellar. It had been the most peace he had gotten in months. It made it all the worse to wake up in the cold and realize that death refused to take him. No one wanted his soul was his thought at the time. Too sinful for heaven or hell, so rejected back to life by both.

He got over that thought later in life.

Creed slowly feels a sense coming back to his body. His chest aches from ejecting the bullet, and his throat aches from the entrance and exit wounds healing over. He tries to open his eyes, but they are still too heavy. His hearing feels like a weak radio signal, crackling in and out, and he is not sure what is going around him. He slowly recalls how he went down and knows that he needs to get up. 

Now!!

He forces his eyes open with a snarl and shift upwards. He finds quite the site infront of him.

Blood drips from the walls and there is corpses littering the floor. A small pile of them is right in front of the door. He searches quickly and to his relief, Jean Luc is the last one standing.

…

Well.

Standing is the wrong word. 

Jean Luc is curled up in the corner shaking and trembling, small little noises slipping out of him. 

Creed slowly rises and crawls towards Jean Luc, newly healed skin aching with each movement. But he needs to get to Jean Luc and make sure the other is not hurt. He presses close to Jean luc, nosing his side. The man is covered in blood, snot, tears.  Jean Luc stiffens and stares at him. 

“Non. Non. You're dead. You're dead dead. Dont haunt me!!”

Jean Luc wails, eyes wild and afraid. Creed makes a soft noise and speaks.

“Its okay. I'm alive. Touch.”

Jean Luc shakes his head violently, tears dribbling out. 

Jean Luc shifts further back into the wall. No.

No!

Creed is not losing one of the only people that is willing to put up with all of his weirdness!!! 

He takes Jean Luc's right hand and puts it to his throat. Over his heart beat. Over the closed wound. Jean Luc freezes, his brown eyes shimmering and glinting.

“Not… dead?”

“Not dead.”

“You- you- *sshole!!”

Jean Luc tackles him in a tight fierce hug.

“I thought you were gone! Dead! And me with no coin to give you for the ferryman!!!”

Jean Luc smears Creed with blood, and Creed does not care. Jean Luc yells and cusses him out and holds tight and Creed clings back. No one had mourned or cared about his death before. No one but his mother would have thought to and she never new of him dying.  Jean Luc smells of relief and care and its a little intoxicating. So is the fact that the man killed an entire room of enemies to avenge his death. 

Jean Luc runs fingers through Creed’s hair, across the closed wounds, and Creeds face. Jean Luc has shifted from yelling and swearing to rambling about how glad he is alive. Creed preens a little under the attention. He knows that it stressed Jean Luc out that he died. But… it is nice having evidence Jean Luc cares about him. 

“Mate.”

The word slips out and Creed immediately wants to snatch it back, despite the beast within purring loudly at the thought of someone being so caring being his mate. Someone who would stand with him so that he was not alone anymore. Someone to watch his back. Someone who he could watch over a pack with and defend to the death. 

Jean Luc blinks, eyes a bit unfocused..

“H-huh?”

The man looks wrung out. Tired. Needs to be put in nest, his inner beast insists. 

“Camp. We need to get back. Lets go.”

Creed gets up and Jean Luc hops up too. 

“I-”

Jean Luc wobbles a little. Creed sees the gash on his side and is immediately checking the wound.

“How deep is it? How much blood have you lost?”

“Got you back, so it dont matter much.”

Jean Luc says and Creed huffs. 

Someone pokes his side and he growls. He hears a little huff.

“Tag Lieutenant Minou.”

Jean Luc croons out. Creed stiffens and snaps to attention as Jean Luc bolts away. Creed howls and dashes after him. 

Jean Luc hops over moving vehicles and around buildings, dancing right out of reach for a while. It drives Creed's inner animal up a wall. He wants to catch the elusive prey!!

“No. No family.” 

Creed mumbles, turning his head a little more. Jean Luc suddenly feels rather bad. Creed really is in this war to stave off boredom, huh. He pets the man’s hair and scratches his scalp.

“Desole Creed.” 

a redraw of this one:

“No. No family.” 

Creed mumbles, turning his head a little more. Jean Luc suddenly feels rather bad. Creed really is in this war to stave off boredom, huh. He pets the man’s hair and scratches his scalp.

“Desole Creed.” 

original vid by @/voicemonsteredits on tiktok.

Like do they know he has a brother? An apartment in BedStuy? a one-eyed dog he shares with his sharpshooting prodigy/ annoying younger sister? Do they know why he learned archery at all? Do they know he’s deaf?

Do they know anything about him at all?

I only realized after I wrote out this ask how much it aligns with my username lmao

MY TIME HAS CAME!!!!

I had ships with Barney in my heart, but I can't force myself to write 😭 and omg I never thought about Barney/Bucky or Barney/Thor. You need to tell me more about your vision because it sounds soooo good omg. Especially about BARNBARN. GET INTO MY DMS RIGHT NOW!!!! Also I love how it fits so well with your url lmao.

Okay, okay. Let's go with my fave crack ships I made of with this asshole. I'm not mentioning Simone and Barney, since they seems to be canon in All-New Hawkeye and we're talking about crack ship (but I love them dearly).

Barney Barton x John Walker

HEAR ME OUT. They were in the same team together during Dark Avenegrs 2012, SO IT COULD BE POSSIBLE. They weren't friends or anything, they didn't even like each other but I think it could be a beautiful crackship.

But the best POTENTIAL would be in MCU au. Every time I imagine Barney in the MCU, I see him as a veteran who served with John Walker and Lemar Hoskins in the army. If I had more energy, I’d probably write a whole ass fic about Barney in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. I bet he wouldn’t even know that John became Captain America because I can see him not watching the news at all And he would be so bewildered if someone told him like"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE GUY I BULLIED IN THE ARMY IS THE NEW CAPTAIN AMERICA???"

In this fic, Barney and John had at least one hookup during their service, but Bernard wouldn't even treat it seriously. Like, do you know about this stereotype of a boomer dad who’s unknowingly bisexual and says things like, "Oh yeah, Timmy’s my best friend, and if he were a woman, I’d marry him," or "I hooked up with my best friend in college because we didn’t have any luck with girls and were too horny. Just two friends helping each other out." Yeah, that's Barney. He's not ashamed of it; tbh he is blunt and SHAMELESS about his experiences with men and be like "Every guy at least thought once what it’d be like to be with another man. It's normal stfu" and Clint’s having a full-on aneurysm "NO???? IT"S NOT???"

"Oh, we were just two pent-up guys in the army, lol." And Barney casually dropping that info at the most random moment, like it’s no big deal.

Honestly, this would be hilarious in a Barney/Bucky fic. Imagine Bucky just finding out Barney had a thing with John, and his reaction goes through the phases:

"Oh my god, this guy's not straight—THANK GOD I have a chance" Then, it turns into "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HOOKED UP WITH THIS FAKE ASS CAPTAIN AMERICA??" And then "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE NOT INTERESTED IN MEN? YOU LITERALLY FUCKED—"

Anyway. I see ship John and Barney only being used as a "something that happened in the past and it's not a big deal" trope with Clint dying inside. They wouldn't be a good couple anyway.

Barney Barton x Marcella Carson

Marcella is Carson's daughter and the new owner of the circus after her parents retired (I say parents because in All-New Hawkeye, Carson is called Mrs. and everywhere else Mr. So unless Carson is genderfluid or trans, I'm gonna accept that both of her parents were owners). She was showed ONLY ONCE and it was in Avengers #223 (1982) when she asked Clint to get rid of Jacques who stole the carnival and become the new boss.

We don't know SHIT about her - she was just a pretty damsel in distress. But I have so many headcanons for her (if someone is interested, I can post them). And I sometimes picture her as Barney's ex girlfriend or situationship. Clint called her a "tomboy" who prefers doing tough jobs like cleaning up after animals rather than "girly things," so she probably worked with Barney. I imagine her having a bad temperament and anger issues, so you can bet that she and Barney had the loudest fights that everyone in the city could heard lol. And in my mind, she left his ass for someone else and that's why they broke up. They were ✨✨toxic✨✨

Since it was revealed in Blindspot that Barney taught Clint about talking to girls, then he was literally like:

I don't see Marcy getting back with Barney after he left the circus. In fact, they didn't stay in contact at all. Maybe she visited him once when he was in jail, but that's it.

I just ship them because I fixated on Marcella once because she seems to be a fun character. She has interesting desing and she's THE DAUGHTER OF CARSON,,, ANR SHE LITERALLY WROTE A LETTER TO CLINT AND WAS LIKE "hey, I know that circus traumatized your ass and you hate us because of that, but can you get the rid of this pest that stole my job?? thx"

Barney Barton x Allan Scofield

This is the guy who wrote in Hawkeye 2002 to Clint after Barney's funeral.

AND HE NEVER APPEARED EVER AGAIN. But don't worry, I still have a lot of headcanons about him and somewhere on pc his desing I made years ago.

I’ve actually got a WIP fic for this ship called "I had all the evidence that you were here". It focuses on Allan’s grief over Barney—mainly dealing with Barney's "deaths" and the person he became after turning into Trickshot. It's all about Allan coming to terms with the changes in Barney and trying to navigate the emotional wreckage left in the wake of everything that’s happened. Maybe I'll post it one day.

I mostly see them as friends, since I headcanon Allan as having a wife and kids, but I can't help but maybe in different time and under different circumstances, they would have been together. It's just one of those tragic "what if" things.

But Allan is totally "I'M NOT GAY!!!! I CAN'T BE GAY NOOOOOOOOOO!!!" and Barney "Homies being homies".

Barney Barton x Bruce Banner

I don't have too much to say about it. I just think it would be fun dynamic because I read some Bruce's comics last year. I can picture Barney sitting in Bruce's lab, doing crosswords or sudoku while Bruce is busy with his science stuff. Bruce would ramble on about random topics, and Barney, who doesn't know anything about science, would just sit there, barely understanding a word but still listening.

I had more ships but I don't remember right now lmao. And these three are my faves.