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5 Things Clint Barton Has Never Done and 1 Thing He's Done A Million Times

"This is stupid."

"You're stupid."

"Well you married me, so if the shoe fits..."

Clint flipped Bucky off, but didn't respond further than that. It wasn't like this was actually the stupidest thing Clint had ever done. In fact, this was a pretty normal activity in comparison. Bucky was just mad he drew the short straw and had been dragged along for "safety reasons".

It was just hang-gliding. Admittingly, it was hang-gliding over the Grand Canyon, but that was besides the point.

Both Clint and Bucky had jumped out of a plane with only one parachute. Why was this what gave Buck the heeby-jeebies?

"Are you ready, or what?" Clint asked Bucky, already dripping onto the handle bars.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold your horses."

"Why are you being a baby about this? This isn't even the craziest thing we've done this week."

"Yeah, but that's on the job. Who wants to do something stupid and die on their day off?"

Hawk rolled his eyes, "We aren't going to die. Civillians do this shit all the time. Now come on!"

"Jesus, fine. Why did you even wanna do this anyway?"

"It's been on my bucket list since I was a kid. Just because I do crazier things on the reg, doesn't mean I should give up on my bucket list. Now if you don't come on, I'm leaving without you."

"Alright!" Bucky quickly grabbed the handle bars and prepped himself for take off.

Clint gave Bucky an extra second to get acquainted, before they took off for the skies.

When they took off, Clint felt his stomach drop as it always did when he flew. He loved that feeling, as well as the adrenaline that came with it. It was why he got his pilot's license, and any other certification he could.

Hang-gliding was a lot like skydiving though, being out in the open. It was amazing, watching the whole world go by. Made you stop and think for a moment, really take it all in.

He looked over at Bucky after a minute, smirking when he noticed his partner enjoying the ride.

"I told you"

"Shut up"

"Think we should convince Nat to come next time."

5 Things Clint Barton Has Done and 1 Thing He's Done a Million Times

"Yeah, this is looking nice. You sure you don't want me to add any more line work?"

Clint shook his head, looking down at the tattoo. "Nah, this is exactly what I wanted."

The tattoo artists wiped down the art work, slapping the aftercare tape ontop. "You're the paying customer, who am I to argue?"

Clint chuckled, sitting up on the bench. "When haven't you argued?"

"You right. The customer is not always right, even in matters of taste. You've tried to do some stupid shit Clint."

Clint shrugged his shoulders, "I was young."

"Your last one was last year."

"I said what I said."

His tattoo artist, Rick, rolled his eyes. "Alright bud, let's get you checked out. This was pretty quick work today, in comparison to your previous tattoos."

"I wanted something simple this time." Clint pulled out his wallet and counted out the hundreds.

"What does it mean?"

"Huh?"

"What's the tattoo mean? It's unusual."

Hawk grinned, thinking about the symbols. A small hour glass sitting in a star, sitting in a bow.

"Just something I've been thinking about for awhile." Hawk wasn't willing to explain everything to his tattoo artist, not yet anyway.

"Alright, keep your secrets. I'll find out one day."

"You probably will." Clint stuffed his wallet back in his pocket. "I'll let you know when I'm ready for my next one."

"Sure thing man, see you later."

Clint left the shop, heading back to his home.

This wasn't the first tattoo he had ever gotten, not even by a longshot. But, it was the first time he got a tattoo with real meaning to it. All his other tattoos were for fun, something he did when he was bored or needed something to feel in control of his life. This one, though? This meant more to him than anything else. He may have jumped the gun though, what with the relationship being so new. He, Nat, and Bucky had only just started hooking up recently. It was something he had wanted for a long damn time, maybe a little too long. Nat and Bucky seemed like they were treating this as a casual three person hook-up, but not Clint. He knew what he wanted, and he was in for the long haul.

5 Things Clint Barton Has Never Done and 1 Thing He's Done a Million times

"I think they look dashing."

Clint shot Nat a look, clearly not amused. "I look like a dork."

"Hey man, your eyes finally caught up with your age. What's wrong with that?"

"Okay Mr. 100 years old, you're one to talk."

Bucky rolled his eys, leaning forward to adjust the glasses on Clint's face. "Jesus Clint, they're only readers. Now you won't get a headache when you do paperwork."

"That's your pro?"

"I also find them incredibly sexy"

"... That's better"

"See? Now you can stop pouting every two seconds about wearing your glasses."

"I reserve my right to pout as much as I want."

Nat sighed, "I give up. Think what you want, as long as you wear them."

Hawk took off the glasses, tucking them over the collar of his shirt. "Do I have any other option?"

"No" Nat and Bucky said at the same time.

5 Things Clint Barton has never done and 1 Thing he's done a million times

Clint grunted, fixing a finger under his collar and tugging.

"Stop pulling on it, or you'll ruin the bow tie" Coulson said with a sigh.

"Ugh, I hate wearing this sit. I feel like I'm suffocating, Phil."

"You can survive for an hour in a suit, you're getting married Clint."

"Ugh, don't use logic with me. My idea was to go to Vegas. They wanted all the bells and whistles."

Coulson rolled his eyes. "Just because you grew up in barn, doesn't mean everyone else did."

"Ouch. Why did I make you my Best Man again?"

"I'm your only friend?"

"Wow, okay. Ouch. I hate more friends."

"The people you're getting married to don't count."

"I'm gonna jump out a window."

"Calm down, I'm joking." Coulson walked up to Clint, straightening his bowtie. "I'm very proud of you. I remember you being a scrawny piece of shit when you first started. Rude, immature, trusted no one. Now look at you."

Cint grinned, "Thanks Dad"

"Hey now, I'm not that old."

"Close enough. I can't call Fury my dad, no can I?"

"Would love to see you try."

"I like my balls where they are, thanks."

Coulson chuckled, patting Clint on the shoulders. "Wise decision. Now, I think we're about to start. Are you ready? If you say no, you'lkl have two angry Russian Super-Soldiers looking for you."

"I'm ready"

Clint was still pouting in Coulson's passenger seat as they drove back home over a day later. They had arrived to a motel late the previous night, and Coulson gave Clint a whole new asshole.

Clint didn't remember a lot of it, but the gist was that Coulson wanted Clint to call before he gets kidnapped next time, not days after.

Honestly? Fair.

But Clint wasn't gonna tell Coulson that. That would be losing whatever fight they were having, and Clint couldn't have that. He had to have some dignity of course.

Coulson seemed to enjoy the quiet that Clint presented, humming along to his radio as they drove down the interstate. Clint did try to change the channel at one point, but Coulson slapped his hand away - so he didn't bother to try again.

Coulson was really particular about Lola. Clint had been shocked Coulson had even brought her to begin with. Apparently, Coulson had been on a mandated vacation too, so he was enjoying the rare chance to drive his baby.

That was probably another reason Coulson had been so mad....

"By the way, I texted Natasha about what happened"

"So this is where you grew up?"

Hawk looked at the wide empty farm land, no signs of the delapidated home he used to live in. The land had been bought and sold several times over the years. It had just been sold recently in fact, and the new owner had big plans for the land.

"Yup." He pointed to a tree that was growing in the middle of the field. "Right next to that big tree was where we used to live. The city codemned the building shortly after my parents passed and had it torn down. When I was a kid, that tree was just a sprout. Mama had planted it with an apple seed."

"An apple seed?"

He nodded, "Mhmm.... Like Johnny Appleseed?"

"Is this a distinctly American thing?"

"Oh yeah, for sure. Johnny Appleseed is a Pioneer hero. He grew apples and spread his apple seeds from the East Coast all the way to the West. Very religious man, which is why my mother liked it. She grew up Catholic and thought the apple tree would bring us good luck and fortunue. She was wrong though... At least for her. She died about 6 months after she planted the tree"

"Oh... I'm sorry?"

Nat wasn't good with the emotional thing - Clint didn't blame her.

"It's okay. She's in a better place." He stepped through the dry grass and headed to the tree.

"Wait! Are we allowed to be here? This seems like private property" Nat walked behind him.

"Oh no worries, I bought the land. We can do whatever we want."

"Ah, okay then. And what do we want?"