raiining said: C/C A/B/O verse and Highscool AU combined. Or C/C highschool and dom/sub verse, because yeessssss.
Short ficlet? Ha! This one got away from me. I hope you like it though.
content warning for bullying, self-hate
Clint hated high school with its rules and guidelines. He hated that he had to sit all day and take notes or read. He hated how, because he was an omega, he was expected to take home ec classes and not gym or any other physical activities.
Most of all he hated how he was the oldest omega in the school not to have had his first heat and everyone knew about it. It wasn’t his fault, he’d been underfed when he was growing up and that had delayed his development.
He hated most of the teachers at the school. The only decent one was Dr. Morita, the school’s audiologist. He’d actually found Clint a tutor and Clint wanted to hate him for that, but really he knew it wasn’t Dr. Morita’s fault that he managed to choose the one guy that Clint had managed to have a crush on.
Clint hated most of the students as well. His hearing aids were pretty damn affective, so he knew he was being made fun of for being a dumb, deaf, heatless omega that didn’t know his place. The worse was John Garrett and his stooge, Grant Ward. They were on the fringes of the popular group. The most popular were Nick Fury and Maria Hill with a bunch of others including Clint’s tutor, Phil Coulson.
You cowboy around with the Avengers some. Guys got, what, armor. Magic. Super powers. Super-strength. Shrink-dust. Grow-rays. Magic. Healing factors. I’m an orphan raised by carnies fighting with a stick and a string from the paleolithic era.
Hawkeye #1 (2012)
I’m a spy. Not some rooftop-jumping archer, shield-wielding super soldier, or shiny-metal philanthrobot. I need to make that clear on my business card.
Black Widow #4 (2014) (images from #2)
"I’m an orphan raised by carnies fighting with a stick and a string from the Paleolithic era."6/18 | Happy Birthday, Clint Barton
(50th Anniversary of his first appearance in Tales of Suspense #57 + Mark Gruenwald’s birthday + His birthday as given by Matt Fraction)
Shieldhusbands being BAMF.
I assume I’ll someday get tired of these two scenes but wow, I am so not there yet. ::chin-hands::
can you imagine the class they co-run where they teach people how to disarm an opponent and it’s just them grappling with each other for an hour
bbybirdbarton said: Headcanon: Dogs
[[warning: ridiculous ‘verse crossover with no regard for timeline or legit canon ahead]]
Clint’s acquisition of Lucky didn’t go unnoticed by SHIELD. After all, he had to fill out a “guardian of a dependent life form” document. It’s twenty three pages long, and had Clint known that, he’d have thought twice about taking in the beat-up mutt. (He’d think twice and then come to the same conclusion anyway.) Occasionally, while doing some basic training on the ground base in NY, he’ll bring Lucky along with him. It’s more humane to bring the dog with than to leave him alone in his apartment all day. No one minds, despite the lack of adherence to protocol. Lucky is very friendly towards everyone. He is well-trained both on and off leash and according to HR, has done wonders for base morale.
While reviewing some recent firearms training from a group of SHIELD specialists, Clint and Lucky happen upon Grant Ward. Ward eyes the dog and then Clint before asking if he can “pet the dog”. Before Clint can answer however, Ward extends his hand towards Lucky, who responds by growling and barking and baring his teeth.
Clint scrambles to grab the dog’s collar while apologizing and saying that “it’s weird for him to be like this” and “he usually only freaks out around thugs.” From that point on, Ward has kept a wide berth from both Lucky and Clint.
Well, hello you…
That first one though. He looks so hopeful at first, and then sad or resigned. What the hell kind of face is Phil giving him as he opens that door?
(Clint/Coulson, Get together, Teen and up, 1k)
"So it turns out that thing about going undercover as a dirty cop in order to nail a corrupt politician with ties to AIM, is that there are 34,499 other cops looking for you when the op goes wrong."
Clint had rehearsed that part on his way down to Phil’s apartment from the roof, so it rolled off his tongue pretty easily. Which was good, because he then got very distracted by the sight of his handler in a faded Army t-shirt and a pair of low-riding sleep pants. And tousled hair.
When I start dreaming Clint/Coulson AUs where Clint’s a con man and Coulson’s the FBI agent, I know I’ve been watching too many White Collar episodes in a row.
But seriously. Clint in a fedora and stylish suit. Phil all rumpled agent who drinks bad coffee. And they catch bad guys together.