#thorne93

I feel like Clint would get you out of the line of fire and somewhere safe and then immediately forget/not check in after because he’s just that kind of helpful dumbass who bounces from one problem to the next and never really has time to review what he’s done. Either that, or he’d be assigned to something other than search and recovery because he’s a squishy human.

Something that the MCU got right with Clint is the fact that he’s very focussed on what he’s doing during a serious mission/battle. As interested as he is in relationships/intimacy, he’s just really not going to be paying attention to that kind of stuff during a dangerous situation because he doesn’t have the powers and invulnerability that his teammates have. He can’t afford to be distracted.

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30.what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

Chocolate chip cookies, a big squashy leather chair (we call it the recovery chair bc that’s where someone sleep when they’ve had surgery), books, chocolate, warmth, fairy lights, art ev e r yw h e r e, good food. (it’s a mix of my family home and the apartment I lived in when I was at school ;u;)

This will be a two for! HC takes place during the first avengers movie since that’s just about the only time a civilian would be able to save an avenger without the circumstances being super fantastical. 

If you’re strangers:

The city is under attack and it feels like the sky is falling. You decide to stay behind because that’s just who you are. You are perfectly capable of helping your fellow tenants leave the shared building. You’ve known most of the people in your building for a while now; some are very old, some quite young. They needed you. 

The last of the people exit the building and now it's your turn. You grab your pet and your important papers and lock your door, leaving everything else behind. You make it down to the street and are trying to cross to the other side, staying low as all sorts of things fly about overhead. 

Just as your foot hits the sidewalk a man in purple and black leather rushes by, shooting arrows. Something shoots back. The dust clears and he’s standing near you, arrow aimed, waiting for a target. You hear it, rather than see it, and drop everything to tackle the man to the ground. Landing in a heap on top of some rubble, searing pain rips through your body. The last thing you remember, before your vision goes dark, is of the man you saved, asking if you are ok and then realizing you are not. 

An annoying and persistent beeping sound slowly brings you to consciousness. You want it to stop so you can go back to sleep. There is a heavy weight on your hand and you can’t move. 

Panicking, the machines start to go haywire, alerting nurses to your distress. The weight on your hand releases and you realize someone was holding it. 

“Hey. There you are.” A strange voice washes over you and you look for it as your eyes try to focus. 

The man you tackled. He’s now sporting several bandages, and a lavender colored tee shirt. You smile and immediately stop. Your face is sore. 

“What happened?” You try and ask. But your voice comes out as a whisper. 

“You saved my life. I didn’t hear the thing” he points to a fancy looking hearing aid in his ear, “cuz they both got damaged in the fight. That thing shot at me and you tackled me to the ground, taking most of the hit. You are lucky to be alive. You have been out for several days. 

You pale at his words. You look around the room in a panic and whisper your pet’s name.

“Don’t worry, your pet is safe. One of your neighbors came back after they saw you hit the ground. Tony took care of all of that. He moved everyone in your building to a safe place in another part of the city. He’s even paying your hospital bill. He sorta has to since you saved me, and he owns this facility.”

Shock must have read on your face because the man before you chuckles a little. 

“My name is Clint, by the way. You rest. I will let your nurses know you woke up so they can be in later to check on you.”

You nod in response and fall back asleep. 

Your injuries are really extensive and you are in the hospital for a really long time. You learn that Clint spent most of visiting hours by your side. If he wasn’t there, he was getting updates from the built in AI. Clint even brings in your pet a few times, after you wake up. 

You and Clint become fast friends and you know that saving his life was the best decision you’ve ever made even if your road to recovery is going to be long, difficult, and painful… not to mention the scar you now have as a reminder of that day. 

If you’re not strangers:

“Clint look out!” You scream as you rush to get him out of the way. 

The rest of this goes pretty much the same as the other HC. Except while you are laying there and before you wake up, he spends the entire time mumbling what an idiot you are and begging you to wake up. Saying things like he’s never forgive himself if you couldn’t heal from this and how much he blames himself for this. 

When you wake up, he’s there. He thanks everyone that will listen, even to the god he doesn’t really believe in, just to express his relief that you are awake and responsive. 

You scoot over in your bed, once the nurses look you over and you pull him in next to you. Whether you are just close friends or lovers it doesn’t matter. He will climb in, protesting the whole time and you tell him to shut up and you express how happy you are that he is okay. 

He catches you up on everything that’s happened while you were in the coma, and the two of you enjoy each other’s company. You spend every day like this until you leave the hospital.

Your bond has grown tenfold since your injury and it may or may not make way for something deeper than friendship. Either way you are both happy the other is alive and you cherish your moments together.

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Not a bother at all!

I don’t really do drabbles. But I’ll tag @thorne93 in this. Maybe she knows?

I think you’d meet one of two Clints.

He could be very angry with the world and focused on what he’s doing, or he’ll be goofing off and not taking anything serious in general.

Clint didn’t have a great childhood. He was beaten by his father and then foster father. He and his brother were taken in by the Swordsman and essentially used as side acts and pickpockets/thieves. He found out that his mentor took photos of a young woman and used them against her. We don’t know what her age was, but we definitely know that Clint didn’t feel good about what was happening between those two people. So, going into training, he might have put all the fury and anger and frustration he felt into it, or he would have covered up his pain and messed around. He’d still be learning while goofing off, even if it didn’t seem like it, and he’d definitely be at the top of the class. Either way, you wouldn’t get close to the rea Clint unless he wanted you to. Best bet is that he wouldn’t.

Getting him to the altar in the first place would be a miracle because he’s shit at relationships and he’s ridiculously talented in getting himself into trouble so he might wind up being late at no fault of his own.

However, I’m pretty sure he’s just be smiling as wide as humanly possible. If he loves you enough to actually marry you, then you’re a very special person. He obviously cares about you enough to put everything he has into your relationship and that’d be a really big deal for him. I don’t think he’d cry, but I do think he’d look like he was about to explode he’d look so happy.

I find the Roaring Twenties to be a fascinating time because these people were going to town and living it up, women were becoming more dependent and badass, the us was prospering, and then suddenly the Great Depression hits and everything goes to shit. There were signs that it was going to go downhill, but everyone was just so wrapped up in their happiness that they didn’t see them. So I guess I find the Roaring Twenties to be haunting in a very fascinating way.

I’m really big on feminism. It gets a bad rep, but at its core, it’s a lot of what I believe. I also get really fired up when it comes to racism. And discrimination against people with disabilities of any kind. I’m biracial and disabled, so they’re close to my heart. And recently with all the stuff coming out about the environment going to shit (I mean, we been knew, but still), I’m getting pretty interested in learning more about that.

(This was so long, I’m so sorry 🤧🤧🤧🤧)