#clintbart0ns

“…are those ornaments home-made?” Emma pointed to the box Clint already had, surprised despite herself. “Well. I suppose you’ll have to tell me of them while we hang everything up, yes, darling?” 

[text]: Wait, did you get sick after? Because that would make it a little less impressive. 

“Well, if you had a step stool we wouldn’t have to do this now would we?” Natasha spoke as Clint got a good grip on her to lift her up. They really shouldn’t have gotten such a large tree. “Drop me and you’re dead,” she added, holding the star carefully in hand. Clint lifted her up just high enough for her to place the star on the top of the tree. When he brought her down, she took a step back and looked over the finished tree. “Three hours, ten cups of coffee, and two trees later...We did it.”

It wasn’t until they were at her apartment that, yes, Hawkeye actually had snowball arrows. 

Kate stared at the card, not sure what to think of it. Clint tossed it at her head while she was on his couch the other day and she just now decided to open it. It was a cartoon-looking Santa, looking helplessly as a little girl in purple was standing there and yelling at him, “Naughty or Nice, huh? Stop Judging Me.” If she didn’t know any better she would think he was trying to say something about her. Opening the Christmas card there was only some small scribble, taking her a few minutes to read his writing. “Here’s a Christmas Card. Thanks for not dying on me. Clint.” Of course.

“Clint, it will be fun” Kate insisted, dragging the man by force towards the skating rink. People were starting to stare but that is how it goes. “I am even paying for it, you stubborn jerk”, She hissed at him, before turning around to the employee, requesting two pairs of skates. Since Clint was refusing to tell the poor teenager that is just working what his size was, Kate had to do everything. She did not explain how she knew his shoe size, deciding it is payback for him making this fun outing a bit more difficult. Five minutes later, they were on the ice and she grinned at the older man. “See? Told you this would be fu- Hey!” She glared at the laughing man as she sat on the ice, since he nudged her just so to make her fall. “So that is how we are gonna play” Smirking, she got up and chased after him, happy to see he has lighten up about the idea of going ice skating after all.  

Companying happiness headcanons, one of Bobbi’s favorite times in her life was her early agent day, when she was first dawning the name Mockingbird. Bobbi misses that version of herself, she was happiest then and hadn’t gone through the tough times and dark days she has now. She was lighter woman then, she was just a girl who thought good and bad where as simple as black and white.