paybackxforxconeyisland said:
Tears were streaming steadily down her face as she held the bleeding archer. "You should have... I /told/ you to stay back!" she whispered fiercely, her voice raw with emotion. There was no extract coming, they were stuck there, and she had no field kit to even try and keep him alive until she could reach someone. He was looking at a slow, painful death bleeding out into the night. Leaning over him, she kissed Clint's forehead. "Watch over us," she murmured, sliding the knife between his ribs.  

He smiled, gripping her hand tight, eyes closing. He’d always know he’d die in the field. Old age wasn’t something he’d ever been cruel enough to tease himself with. He was amazed he’d made it this long, really. Yes, he was a good agent, and smart, but he was in one of the highest risk jobs in the world. Working with people who had all kinds of powers, and there he was. Normal. Human. He’d die long before any of them would, and he’d made peace with that. Now, now he could watch over them. If there was a place to do so. He’d protected them in life, why shouldn’t he protect them in death as well?




Remember What Your Old Pal Said | closed

itwasaporcupine:

shieldshawk:

"Hell no, I just like poking fun at the two of you when you’re in ice queen mode." He nodded at Natasha and Maria, grinning. "Chipoltle? I’ll buy…"

"Ice queen? Really Barton?" Maria asked, a laugh evident in her voice as she rolled her eyes, "Sounds good to me."

Clint smirked, finishing the rest of his report. “Eh Viola, Ma’am. Can I go grab a shower now?”




Your character is forced to mercy kill mine… How’s that work out for them?




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theagentofshield:

shieldshawk:

theagentofshield:

Phil nodded, focusing on his breathing to manage the pain.

Twenty minutes later, and they were in the air, on their way back to the Hub, Phil’s arm set, and Clint’s scrapes seen to.

Phil let himself be weak now that they were safe, slumped and pale.

Clint sighed, legs stretched out on the plane, eyes closed.




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theagentofshield:

Phil nodded, focusing on his breathing to manage the pain.

Twenty minutes later, and they were in the air, on their way back to the Hub, Phil’s arm set, and Clint’s scrapes seen to.




Remember What Your Old Pal Said | closed

itwasaporcupine:

shieldshawk:

"Stop the presses, Mark it on the calender, Maria Futzin Hill is happy!" Clint cackled, scrawling his name across the top of the form, filling in the lines in even, spiked writing. "Anyone up for Tacos when this tub puts down in port?"

"You really think I’m that emotionless Barton?" Maria asked with a look of doubt, "I happen to quite enjoy my life right now. I don’t have to take shit from any of you anymore." She smirked, "Yeah, I could eat."

"Hell no, I just like poking fun at the two of you when you’re in ice queen mode." He nodded at Natasha and Maria, grinning. "Chipoltle? I’ll buy…"




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kneelinmypresence:

shieldshawk:

kneelinmypresence:

shieldshawk:

kneelinmypresence:

She pulled away and looked to the side again. “Thank you.” She whispered. “Your always there for me these days….its like….its like having a brother again…..”

He stilled, looking down at her. “You really don’t want me as a brother.” He smiled, forcing the memories of Barney out of his head. “Like, really.”

"Yeah, well. I’ve already decided. You can try to change it if you want, but my minds made up." She smiled weakly at him through her tears.

"If ya say so." He smiled slightly, stroking her hair. "So, who called you a monster?"

"Children on Asgard." She whispered. "When they saw me the turned and ran screaming it. Its happened before, but for some reason this time…"

"They probably didn’t know any better. But it still wasn’t a nice thing to do."




Banana Terrorist || shieldshawk

kneelinmypresence:

shieldshawk:

kneelinmypresence:

"How do you people dispose of bodies?" She was suddenly curious, tilting her head to the side.

"I call in a wetworks team, and get the fuck outta the scene. That’s how."

"I see." She reached out her hand. "Tacos?"

"Tacos." He nodded. "You buying?"




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theagentofshield:

shieldshawk:

theagentofshield:

shieldshawk:

theagentofshield:

Phil bit back a whimper, leaning heavily on Clint.

"You hurt anywhere else other’n you arm?"

"I am one solid bruise," Phil groused.  "Probably fractured my ribs and my left ankle’s feeling pretty dodgy too."

"Ma, ya had me worried there, Bossman." He grinned, hoisting Phil into his arms, putting as little pressure as he could on his ribs. "That ok?"

"Yeah," Phil gasped as he was hoisted into Clint’s arms.

"One evac, comin up Bossman."