Carnie Barton

Without waiting for Barney or the Swordsman, he walks off already beginning to scope out their latest. heist spot. Hearing light feet move over gravel he frowns. Grasping an arrow, he turns ready to fight the person. He only then sees it is the soldier from before– the one that gave little information. “Well hello there!” He releases the arrow, a grin forming on his lips. “And here I thought you had died or something. How is that frozen thing working out for you?”

CRUEL INTENTIONS STARTERS

“–seriously? Are you trying to piss me off?”

CRUEL INTENTIONS STARTERS

“–seriously? Are you trying to piss me off?”

Your writing seems boring and predictable because 

You wrote it

You’ve read it like eight million times.

“I guess I’ll jus’ have ta learn all about ya ‘gain. Maybe re-join the Avengers… ‘gain. The Circus has gotten a bit lately.” He jokes back, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’ know– ya are tearin’ my heart out right now. It might take me a bit o’ time ta forgive ya.”

“I don’ know-- My love is jus’ hard to win.” He lets out a laugh, eyes gleaming when the man agrees with his terms on the bet. When the door is flung open, he raises his bow-- taking aim and letting lose. It doesn’t take him much time to put down one of the individuals. His arrow moving through the man-- stick to a wall.

However, remembered he was running out of time before the power came back on. “Look I don’t have time for this. You go about your merry circus business, and stay out of my way and there won’t be trouble.”

Ultron went back to rewiring the lock. Normally Ultron would have removed this variable however, he knew  if he harmed The Commander’s second in command without full provocation, it could trigger a war between Rogers and his father.

“Now tha’-- I can’t let ya do that. Ya would be ruinin’ my heist. Been plannin’ this fer awhile now.” He doesn’t hesitate, pulling an arrow out, aiming, and firing. “Maybe ya can please daddy next time.” Shifting his aim, he pulls out a grappling arrow, aiming for the base. Taking a moment, he shoots and grabs onto the rope and jumps off the other building.

“I guess I’ll jus’ have ta learn all about ya ‘gain. Maybe re-join the Avengers... ‘gain. The Circus has gotten a bit lately.” He jokes back, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’ know-- ya are tearin’ my heart out right now. It might take me a bit o’ time ta forgive ya.”

Clint keeps an eye out, searching through the buildings. The mission had gone sour– making him on edge. It would have been fine– however the electrical devices had gone haywire not to long after entering the SHIELD base. Waiting a moment, he has an idea who could have caused the issue. “Is it Stark– or one of his puppets this time?”

Ultron sentry stopped when he heard a very faint creaking sound, behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see who it was. Though he had never met the man, his scanners idenitified the face and matched it to a database.

“Well, well if it isn’t The Commander’s circus clown.”

The bowman clicks his tongue to the top of his mouth, the tone scolding to the robot. “I am not even here on Avengers business.” He grumbles-- obviously annoyed that his plans were ruined. “What does Stark even wan’ from here? Coulda just asked me fer it after I got out.”

“Sexy– what else do you use those hands for?” Clint jokes back, waggling an eyebrow as he does. “Hey– don’ go sayin’ stuff like that. I think it matters. I never have been invited in ta one of those fancy places. I like ta before I murder ‘em all.”

“Ouch, Commander.” Clint shakes his head. “An’ here I though’ we were gettin’ closer ‘an before.” He takes a turn, heading up the side of the club. “You are destroyin’ my dreams here. Ya are as cold hearted as they all say.” He pauses, “Ya don’ even sound very sorry at all.”

The offer was one that James wasn’t expecting entirely but he turned enough to watch the archer marvel at his work. A lot of people could use someone like him and he was well aware of that. He was infamous and he knew this fact, everyone knew he was responsible for so much death. “Can’t say I have had that thought, Hawkeye,” he comments.

The bowman glances back up to the other male, raising a brow. Taking another minute, he stands up slowly. “You should consider it. We can have a great time there. Only problem is the smell. Ya get use to it.” He waves a hand off as he speaks.