clint barton | hawkeye

application for cape_kore

2012-10-04T09:08:00Z

[Player information]
Player Name: Sam
Age: 24
E-mail: deanssammy@gmail.com
Other characters played at Cape Kore: None but I have Dean and Bucky on reserve as well. :D?

[Character information]
Name: Clint Barton | Hawkeye
Canon: The Avengers (MCU)
Canon Point: Pre-exploding of the helicarrier.
Age: 33.

Appearance:

Clint Barton is a lean, mean, muscle machine. Not very daunting at first glance, Clint's body has been trained and formed as a body of an acrobat (something he worked as before his association to SHIELD). He stands at 5'10" with grayish-blue eyes; usually seen wearing a standard SHIELD uniform. During his down time, Clint usually wears darker shades of purple/red and black. Clothing that he usually finds as comfortable to move in and usually with enough free range around the arms for combat.

Inventory:

• Collapsible bow.
• Modified quiver and arrows.
• The clothes on his back -- Standard SHIELD regs.
• A wallet with some change and a credit card he really doesn't pay attention too?

Abilities:

Ability wise, Clint is a mortal man. He isn't some ridiculous billionaire with a suit, a super soldier, or a man who turns into a giant green rage monster. His only benefit that has made him remarkable is his above average eyesight, reflexes, and skill sets that he has obtained through his SHIELD training. This is not including his handling of his bow and arrow. With the above average eyesight and reflexes, Clint is an excellent marksman. Claiming he's actually 'the world's best marksman' when people ask him about it. The talent has made him one of SHIELD's top assassins, pairing him up with Black Widow for their starting line up when the Avengers needed more of a human touch.

As an agent of SHIELD, Clint is also trained in many forms of hand-to-hand combat or the use of different non-projectile and projectile weaponry. Though he is not as good as Natasha, he comes close when it comes to the fact that he is also a spy and has skilled tactics in the art of lying and deception. His skillset when it comes to marksmanship typically doesn't call for him to get close to targets as much as it calls for him to kill them from afar.

History:

Clinton Barton was the younger of two sons born to a small business proprietor and his wife. When his parents were killed in an automobile accident when he was eight, Barton and his brother were placed in the state orphanage. At fourteen, Clint and Barney Barton ran away from the institute to join a traveling carnival. There Clint Barton apprenticed himself to the carnival's star attraction, the mysterious rogue known only as the Swordsman. Recognizing Clint's natural flair for archery, the Swordsman agreed to tutor him in the art, while Barney was relegated to menial work.

For eight hours every day for four years, the younger Barton practiced with bow and arrow, soon becoming good enough to perform professionally as a trick shooter under than name of Hawkeye the Marksman. When Barton was eighteen, he accidentally discovered that his mentor was stealing from the carnival management. When the boy refused to become his partner in crime, the Swordsman chased Barton up onto a tightrope and cut it out from under him. The Swordsman left him for dead and fled the carnival. Found by his brother Barney, Clint Barton was rushed to a hospital and eventually recovered from the compound fractures to his legs. A year later, he rejoined the carnival and resumed his act. [ link for early history ]

link :: refer to this link for the remainder.

Personality:

Seemingly a trait throughout some of the Avengers (and SHIELD's) best members, Clint Barton is someone who enjoys the pressure of being in a life-or-death situation. The type of person who doesn't respect anyone until they've done something in Clint's eyes to earn his respect -- before Tony Stark became associated with SHIELD he was usually the one who was the first to rattle off to the people above him who didn't think of him anything more than some guy with a good shot. Clint will happy show people that not only is he a good shot, but the best one in the world. A title he has happily coined for himself over the years of training under some of the best.

For the most part, most people know Clint as the simple, confident, (most of the time) charismatic fellow that he is. Clint's an easy going sort of guy when it comes to everything he does in life. Because of his taste for the dangerous, he really doesn't bring too much stress onto himself. When things are stressful, he can be one of the first to put out a little quip to lighten the mood but he can reel it all the way back in if it calls for it. He does happen to love his job. Armed with the amazing talent of turning any situation into one that benefits him, he hardly allows people to one up him in scenarios where most people thing someone with no super powers versus someone with superpowers would fall into the more likely of choices. Needless to say, he is constantly pushing himself to compete with the people who are seen more as 'heroes' in the public eye. Compared to a man who carries a bow and sits on the roof tops.

The type of guy who doesn't do a job if it's not worth doing right. When Clint is set up with a task, he usually performs with everything that he's got. It makes his loyalty to the side he's chosen unquestionable. Though when things are questionable to him his loyalty in the higher powers may waver -- the best example of this is when he undoubtedly brought in one of SHIELD's best spies, Natasha Romanoff. Instead of killing her as he was meant too, Clint questioned the decision and went with his gut. It worked out for the best. If there is something Clint doesn't agree with, he will fight it. Even if it means putting his neck on the line to do so. He does it because he doesn't believe putting himself in a position where he has to question his own actions is worth it.

Because of his past, Clint has a difficult trusting people. When it comes to male role models in his life, there have always been some present and those have always ruined his expectations for the others in the future. He doesn't hold too many expectations out of the people around him because of this. It hasn't been because people have let him down in the past, it's been because the people he's allowed close have broken him down in his past. The closest relationships he has now belong solely to Natasha Romanoff and Phil Coulson. Both of which he has continuously worked closely off of during his years in SHIELD and the pair haven't let him down yet.

Armed with a sharp wit, it's easy to say that Clint usually is someone who charges head-on when it comes to a hopeless situation. It's not as if he minds, he lives with a semi-deathwish with whatever he decides to do.

[Samples] (Linking or copying posts from another game or PSL is completely fine.)
First Person: link 1 link 2

Third Person: link 1 link 2

Anything Else?

when i get to the bottom theshield_agent

2012-09-22T06:24:24Z

Phil must have had the patience of...someone who really knew how to put up with bullshit. It was all Clint could think to himself during the past couple days that were leading up to the full moon. With every passing day he was growing more and more irritable, angrier. If he snapped at Phil it wasn't on purpose, mostly. He would apologize a little while afterwards and snap at him again after ten minutes. Rinse, repeat. In his mind he was going to make it up to him somehow. He just didn't know how as of yet. As quiet repentance for snapping at Phil which was usually on an hourly basis at this point when Phil was home. He cleaned his apartment. Ordered him Chinese food in case he didn't show up before Phil got home from work before doing some scouting for better locations for the next night. As much was he was looking forward to being locked in the apartment on the full moon, somehow he doubted how everything would be able to stand up to the full force of him as a werewolf.

His bed 'the sofa' would probably end up dead before the night was through. He didn't want to get into what might happen to Phil if he was there too. Accidents happen(ed). He really didn't want to deal with the outcome of an accident happening in Phil's home or rather an accident happening to Phil. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if that were the case.

The search came out a bust for anything in walking distance before doubling back, hands tucked in his pockets and staring down at his feet as he walked before heading up to the apartment and stepping inside before kicking off his shoes. It happened usually like clock work for him. He was waiting for Phil to come home, already a little moody because he couldn't find a place to hide out that was safe and secure enough for him and possible individuals who were stupid enough to go close to somewhere that was secluded. Of course he wasn't happy. He always believed the day before was worse than the day of because his skin felt too tight, too hot, he was getting ready to shed his humanity once more and he absolutely hated every moment of it. When he heard the front door open he did everything not to roll his eyes and scoff.

"Yanno, 've got no idea why 'm still here. This place fucking sucks." In lesser jerky terms, it went more like: I couldn't find somewhere to hide out tomorrow night. Help me, Phil-wan.

oh darlin' please believe i'll never do you no wrong onteamdyson

2012-09-22T01:44:47Z

When he had gotten a phone call from one of his sources on the location of the mesmer, he was already half-way to Kenzi and Bo's place with a breakfast for him and Kenzi to share. He might have gotten Bo something just because he knew she would actually be there but otherwise it was just an afterthought in his mind. There were things Clint kept close in his life but lately that was his free will after what happened with Loki. He couldn't stand to lose that again and fae seemed to trample over it so easily. Bo did just because she had been hungry and he had been a convenient meal. Needless to say, Clint Barton did not appreciate. He had invited him into the house wordlessly like he was already invited in before setting Bo's breakfast on the kitchen counter before disappearing into Kenzi's room. He told her about the lead he had on the mesmer, about looking into it, but eventually their conversation just bled into laughter and joking around.

That lasted for a couple hours if he was truthful with himself. He was okay with wasting away laying in bed next to Kenzi after sharing the breakfast. Even if he was sure that Bo was probably making gagging noises behind him when he was pulling on his jacket as he walked towards the door. Chirping out 'bye, baby' as he made sure he had everything before pulling out his car keys and heading out.

If things went according to plan? Clint would have come back in a couple hours with a smirk on his face and needing someone to figure out how to deal with a dead mesmer. It actually went something along the lines of the mesmer, Roque -- really, get normal names fuckers, got the drop on him. Roque apparently had been feeding his informant the information because apparently news of one of the world's greatest assassin's present in Canada and with knowledge of all the 'fae' business was pretty much a red flag. The fact he hadn't done anything with his trained abilities since he was there was apparently a 'damn shame'. Roque made him a his chauffeur for the next couple of hours. Apparently Roque appreciated the assassin's taste in vehicles, even having pick up some other people as he continued driving them around. Roque exercised his control over Clint as he made the archer his personal bodyguard when they went club hopping. Having him fight the people Roque undoubtedly pissed off and just wanted to see the master assassin beat the crap out of them.

Clint bitched all he wanted though, mentally. Sometimes apologizing to the people he punched the hell out of. And Roque was just lucky he paid attention to his 'driver' otherwise Clint would have driven the car down a mountain.

The next stop was less than favorable to Clint. Roque did want Vex's territory. He wanted to make his presence known to the people who were hunting him down as the car came to stop, Clint moved stiffly being forced to open the door for him before one of Roque's entourage handed him his bow. The fact that the fucker was touching his pride and joy made him want to deck him as his hands clenched at his sides before he took it with a flick of the fae's hand, leading the way into Trick's bar with an annoyed look on his face. Roque was just there for a drink, after all. His bodyguard was just security as Clint was forced to hold the door open for the small group.

start a brand new colony with theshield_agent and greenisnteasy

2012-09-20T07:04:19Z

Things went according to plan. Exactly to plan which had Clint paranoid over things working out as well as they had. There had to be a catch, Phil was a sleeper agent now. Phil was actually dying. Phil had been turned into some sort of cyborg and was being reprogrammed to be one of SHIELD's top agents. Even more better than he was before. But none of that had happened and Phil seemed legitimately, right in the head. There was nothing wrong with him he was just...Phil Coulson. A sigh of relief left Clint the moment he had motioned for Hulk to get them out of there before SHIELD actually sent people who would tear them to pieces. Something that was sure to happen if they didn't keep moving without looking back. They would keep moving without looking back once Bruce had come back to himself and they were both able to access what had happened to Phil during his time captured by SHIELD. Being on the run was something the trio of them were capable of doing without being too overtaken by the fact they had been virtually invisible to the public eye for so long. They all had their talents and knowledge, Clint didn't see how they couldn't make it work.

Phil had been kept in a covert medical facility in Iceland, go figure. Clint had been there once or twice for training. Guard duty and boring crap that never suited him that well. It happened as they had planned. Bruce hulked out. Clint just walked in right after him, taking out the SHIELD agents who the Hulk missed. Between the two of them, they had left quite a mess. Clint hadn't even thought much of putting on a mask to hide his identity just in case Fury didn't need anymore evidence to know Barton had gone rogue. Bruce didn't have a mask. They would know. Clint would put himself out there just the same way when the duo had gotten to the room that housed Phil. Clint smiled up at one of the security cameras in the less demolished corner of the hallway, flipping his former boss off before they got what the needed. No doubt with a puzzled expression on the agent's face before making a break for it. Explaining to Phil why he was working with the big green guy to break him out was last on his list of explanations. If Clint was ever going to give him one that was.

Jade Jaws did well with taking Clint's direction -- the big guy had been his buddy. He didn't fear him anymore, even if he didn't think he feared him at all from the beginning. The yelling in his face just tended to tense Clint up a bit.

One of his and Tasha's safe houses in case anything happened was a small-ish island just off of the coast of Norway. Which was pretty much like a step for Hulk. It would be enough for them to gather their wits about them. Gauge the situation and what Coulson remembered before moving on. It was cozy, a cabin really. One of the safe houses Clint had chosen for the super assassin duo. They had plenty of them across the globe that not even SHIELD knew about. Not even Coulson. That's what made it perfect for them to hide for a little bit until the worst of the storm they had brought to the medical facility in Iceland moved over them. He expected the helicarrier and the other Avengers had already made their way there. After all, Bruce had been involved. A couple of them could think it was something more devious at work other than two men who shared something in an alternate dimension, going after the third member of their trio. The place was large enough that each of them could have their own private rooms, but paranoia set in deep. Beds were moved to the main living area that when Hulk receded back into the doctor's mind, he had laid him on one of the cots in the corner. Protected until he came to. Phil got similar treatment. Clint's bed was still unused as he just sat at the window for a couple hours. Watching the world around them as well as the two others.

Someone had to stay awake, after all.

Even through the fatigue, hunger eventually set in before he moved to gather up some food. Nothing like Bruce could make. But...peanut butter and jelly sandwiches wasn't exactly rocket science. He could pull it off as he tossed a piece of bread over his shoulder for Margarita to begin pecking at it, setting out a couple plates and humming under his breath.

dead and gone and passed onteamdyson

2012-09-19T01:13:15Z

He'd been in Canada for five months and he figured he was already making quite a name for himself.

Most of his clients, new "friends" (he used that term extremely lightly), etc knew him as Clint Coulson. His new alias, it wasn't something he would have liked. He was sure even if SHIELD decided to look into it, they would have figured out. But he knew someone would have done anything to throw them off the trail. To keep them from getting to him. He appreciated the silence from the SHIELD front even if he was always looking over his shoulder when he walked alone. Or looking around when he was in a crowded area. It was a force of habit that he had yet to break and he wasn't looking to break it anytime soon. There were things that he just couldn't forget or knock certain habits out. Mister Coulson was a workaholic it seemed. When he wasn't spending his time with Kenzi (or Bo with a parental guardian), he was working. He had to make money somehow. But at other times he would just accept under the table offers for his services. The place he lived in now was payment. The renovations that had to be made to the store front to make it livable was another payment. His motorcycle. His car. All payments for his services. It helped a little.

Sometimes he felt like a douchebag for being the type of person who would spy on spouses cheating on their loved ones. Other times, it was just like watching a mark only he didn't fire a weapon to put them out of their misery. When it wasn't being a private investigator, he was trolling Hale and Dyson and snatching their cases under their noses. Human or otherwise. He'd already made the mistake of snatching up one of Bo's cases and had to deal with the consequences. If he was honest with himself, Bo still terrified him a little. Not because he imagined her to be someone to take him in a fight. Clint could do that and just end the misery right there. The reason he had moved out was because he could not stand being in the house with her anymore when she had decided she was hungry and he was home while Kenzi was out. Typically, Clint wouldn't have minded being with a beautiful lady like Bo. But it came down to one simple fact that he couldn't deny. She'd overtaken his reason and willpower. Being consumed with lust was completely different from what Loki had made him do when he was under his control. But it had still been control he did not have.

Kenzi had rescued him. Kenzi always rescued him. She had come in mouth gaping when she saw the two of them on the sofa. Right before anything could have actually taken hold to make Clint want to just slice the succubus' throat after he had snapped out of it. But the damage was already done and Clint Barton was not impressed with Kenzi's best friend. But he would work with her because he wanted to help. He didn't want to be slighted because of his own personal issues.

Clint settled on his bike as he finally came to park in front of Trick's. It was still stupid o'clock in the morning, but there was still a thing with SHIELD agents who couldn't sleep alone. He had become an insomniac in the time he spent in Canada. A functioning insomniac but still an insomniac. He didn't dare call Kenzi and ask her to sleep over at his place. He thought it was borderline childish at that as he stepped into the bar, tucking his hands into his pockets as he settled at the bar and ordered a drink. At least when he was being an insomniac he could at least wander around the city pretending to be the superhero he once was as he had his bow strapped to his back. Someone had already made the mistake of mocking him about it and the incident had him banned from the bar for a week. The other guy never came back, surprise surprise. At this point it was all a security thing rather than anything else when it came to his bow as he listened listlessly to the chatter that went around him and taking out his cellphone just as...Bo sauntered in along with her posse. Something immediately seethed inside him until he caught the sight of Kenzi following along. Thank God, he immediately thought as he turned in the chair.

"I was jus' 'bout to strike up the Kenzi signal." Which was a picture of alcohol in a text message stating 'pls come make fun of me while I get drunk, gg'.

for theshield_agent

2012-09-06T02:17:49Z

Running had become second nature.

Clint hadn't been a wolf for long, he had counted the weeks. Days. Hours. All since his life had been turned upside down and he didn't quite know what to make of anything anymore. Several months ago he had fell into a state of relaxation when he was out with a group of his own friends before he had been attacked. The attack had killed two of the men he had been traveling with at the time, it was not so pleasant waking up in pools of their own blood. Their mangled bodies surrounding him and all Clint could think was 'why aren't I dead too'. It was a miracle, his friends and brother had said. A fucking miracle he had walked away from that, but it didn't feel so much like a miracle the following month. Or the month after. His brother had been the first victim of a 'wild animal attack' and it hadn't been something Clint was entirely proud of. How full he had felt the day afterward, how disgusted he felt with himself. No amount of vomiting or therapy could take that away from him.

So he ran. It seemed the logical thing to do. He left his friends behind. The life he had come to know, even if he had always been running. The circus was always something that didn't logically mean that someone had settled down in their life and was happy with everything. It just meant they had no where to go and that was the only option.

The man had just hitchhiked from Arizona to New Jersey over the course of three months. Every time the full moon would come around and he would feel it's pull. He would just simply...disappear out of sight for a couple days. Then back on the road he went. A little sore, but okay. Alive. His mind had literally abandoned the rules of a normal person's life. He didn't believe it was going to ever be like that again. He chewed on his bottom lip as he contacted the friend of his he had ditched when he was on the road with the circus. The man had been someone who...arrested him and his older brother when they had gotten into a mess. Barney had been at fault but apparently being eighteen in a bar automatically meant that he was in trouble as well. There had been no excuse for the beer he had in his either but...still. It ended up with Clint alone in a holding cell because Barney had tried to choke him with his belt and the teen laughing along side the man who had remained straight-faced until he allowed the tiniest hint of a smile to leak through.

That guy had bailed Clint out of a couple situations he didn't know about. The last he had heard from him (through postcards) was that he was off to the Army. He hoped he would be where Clint had last seen him. Living the nice sort of life...it almost made him feel guilty that he was bringing this to his doorstep but there was nothing he could legitimately do about it. He didn't have anyone else he trusted. Clint scaled up the wall of the two story house that he had...sniffed the other man out at. For all he knew? This was his girlfriend's house or something and he was still off. He didn't strike him as the settling down type. Phil had been married to his job for far too long and pushed people away from the phone conversations they had. It was the perfect place to hide as he pushed the window on the top story open before slipping inside.

for greenisnteasy

2012-09-04T06:10:10Z

Being back home was akin to being in Hell.

The friends he had made in Arkham had been some of the closest one's he had ever had in his entire life. As a sniper, Clint had always been closed off from the world -- an arm's length away from being close to anyone. The situation in Arkham had been something that threw him completely off kilter. Bonds were made, he loved, he lost. He experienced the life S.H.I.E.L.D agents typically did not experience when they had decided to become lifers for the cause. When he had woken up in his standard issued room -- a familiar yet sinking feeling happened upon him in the silence of it all. It wasn't difficult for Clint to find his sea legs once again. He didn't move into the Avengers tower when...normal!Stark had called him up with the invite, regardless of the fact that Natasha had done so. Thor hadn't been there. Thor didn't count. He'd taken one of his close friends back to Asgard to do whatever horrors they can do to someone who betrayed them such as Loki had. Things had changed for Clint after life in Arkham, what anger and hate he carried was gone for the things it should have accounted for but otherwise he had pushed his allegiances aside.

He was no longer Fury's soldier. No longer his sniper despite the fact he had been going on mission-after-mission for the man since his return. Anything to get away from the helicarrier for just a little bit longer. It honestly took him a little more than three months before he had gone AWOL during a mission in Romania. After taking down the mark, of course, it filled the hole inside him just a little bit longer before he turned off communications with the handler who had been in charge of him on this certain mission. Kenneth Winston, an unassuming man. He didn't hold the same sort of statue as Phil had. Wasn't as rigid as Hill had been. Wasn't as amusing as Sitwell. And not as watchful as any of them combined. Or even remotely close to them. Clint abandoned everything, taking up his bow, quiver, and a backpack he had prepared while they had been on the trip before ditching his new personal shadow. It hadn't been even that difficult. Clint already had the jump on him to begin with as he had separated the moment he had confirmed the hit before slipping back into the shadows.

That was about three weeks prior to his arrival in Peru. By boat, of all things. He had wired all the money he had from his bank accounts to a remote account in Egypt. Cashed out during his stay there before once again disappearing into the wind. S.H.I.E.L.D. had trained him to be the best, the stealthiest. He wasn't going to disappoint them just because he had made a run for it.

The last he had heard from Banner was that he had ditched the tower after the cold realization that Tony didn't remember anything from their trip to Arkham sunk in. Tony was with Pepper, head over heels for Pepper in fact. Clint had heard it when he had bought a magazine and offered some kid a buck to read it to him in disjointed English. Another buck for the attempt before patting the kid's shoulder and heading off in whatever direction he felt like going. Holding up a picture of Banner and asking if anyone had seen that man would have brought Bruce unwanted attention. If he was going to find him -- he was going to find him by pure luck or amazing tracking skills. He knew the doc's M.O. When Bruce had first gone in the wind after the Blonsky incident, it had been up to Clint to keep an eye on him for a couple months until they had established a good connection. Day in and day out. Clint was forced to watch from awkward perches, staring down at the unassuming man as he moved through the shadows, moving through the back streets children's parents would warn them about. He kept to himself, lived as he could and made do with what he had.

Barton had come back from the detail envious of him in some twisted way. Of course, it had all been shrugged off. Being invisible in a place where a dirty blonde man with blue eyes stuck out like a sore thumb was nearly impossible, but Clint had made it work. Clint had been at this for weeks now and the search was coming up empty. It was...aggravating to say the least. But getting into bad shit was something Clint had been an expert at back in the day. All it took was paying off a couple people before getting into a small circle of people who wanted to capture Dr. Bruce Banner to legitimately find out what made Hulk tick and replicate it was simple. They didn't need to trust him. All he needed to show them was an old photograph he had taken of the Hulk, claiming he had been after him before he took out his team and they were eating out of his hand. "The American" they called him, it was enough to get them to buy that he could possibly just get Banner to come to them. Or at least find out where he was with the resources they had as opposed to the ones he did. Leading them to Bruce was non-negotiable. They'd be dead before they even got to see the flash of his purple shirt.

In a perfect scenario, for the criminals, Bruce would have been home. They would have discovered that Barton was not who he claimed to be and they would have run away with their prize. In reality, Clint was already up in his perch. A rooftop that seemed just a hair away from the building Banner had found himself living in. The idiots had broken into his small apartment, ransacking the place after they noticed that he hadn't been there. Their leader, Henri, had made himself at home on Bruce's bed. Lounging. Clint was supposed to be the eyes -- keeping a look out for the good doctor so they would be ready for him. It was easier if people knew they fuck what they were doing. Clint's beyond perfect eyesight had caught Bruce three blocks down, heading in their direction.

It didn't give him a lot of work-room. But it had been enough. The first to be down for the count was the get-away driver parked right below Clint. Clint had just been kind enough to call the authorities about a stolen vehicle. It honestly took longer than he would have hoped for, but results were still the same. The next was the drop. The archer leapt between the buildings before sliding down the wall, grabbing onto the window ledge before pulling himself into the vacate room next to them. There had been a purpose to it.

Clint moved, slipping into the hallway before pushing Banner's door in carefully. Three men versus...well, someone they couldn't wish to beat. The first was easy. Clint had slid one of his knives through the bottom of his jaw, kicking him back into the second guy. Henri's reaction time was slower than expected. Yelling at him in the language he had no fucking idea what they were saying to him. He disarmed the second guy by grabbing his wrist, twisting it behind him with a painful snap before slamming the man's head into the wall. Once. Twice. Henri had made the move to attack Clint from behind before Clint kicked his leg around, slamming into his "boss's" throat and sending him reeling into the fridge. Damn pity too. Clint knocked the second guy to his knees before snapping his neck efficiently. Getting his head knocked by a Bruce's computer was not a good thing. A haze automatically lifted over Clint's world but still he didn't drop to the ground. He just spun around and tackled the other man. Henri had some advantages over Clint. More built, taller. But he didn't have knowledge on his side. He didn't have the experience Clint had nor did he have the speed. Clint knocked him into the adjacent wall before delivering a punch to his gut, knocking the wind right out of him.

Clint used the man as leverage, wrapping his arms around him before kicking off the wall and yanking him hard to the ground. Henri decided for the wimp's choice, going for the gun one of the men had dropped. Shots fired. Clint stilled. His arm hurt like a motherfucker as he continued to lay there before he was rolled onto his back by Henri, muttering something under his breath before Clint lunged right back into action. His legs moving up and locking the man's head in by his thighs before twisting his body hard and Henri slacked against him before he kicked him off with a boot to the face. Clint laid there for a moment, listening to his own heavy breathing. Well...he was out of shape.

beenunmade @ 2012-08-30T22:31:00

2012-08-31T05:31:15Z

you said don't leave me here alone
a clint barton and kenzi fanmix.

Safe & Sound by Taylor Swift ft. The Civil Wars.

I remember tears streaming down your face When I said, I'll never let you go When all those shadows almost killed your light I remember you said, don't leave me here alone But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight Just close your eyes The sun is going down You'll be alright No one can hurt you now Come morning light You and I'll be safe and sound Don't you dare look out your window Darling, everything's on fire The war outside our door keeps raging on Hold onto this lullaby Even when the music's gone Just close your eyes The sun is going down You'll be alright No one can hurt you now Come morning light You and I'll be safe and sound Just close your eyes You'll be alright Come morning light, You and I'll be safe and sound...

Some Nights by FUN.

Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck Some nights, I call it a draw Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for oh What do I stand for? What do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know anymore... Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah oh oh Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah oh oh This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already? I was never one to believe the hype - save that for the black and white I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style And that's alright; I found a martyr in my bed tonight She stops my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am, who I am Oh, who am I? mmm... mmm... Well, Some nights, I wish that this all would end Cause I could use some friends for a change And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again Some nights, I always win, I always win... But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh What do I stand for? What do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know... (come on) So this is it? I sold my soul for this? Washed my hands of that for this? I miss my mom and dad for this? No. When I see stars, when I see, when I see stars, that's all they are When I hear songs, they sound like this one, so come on Oh, come on. Oh, come on, OH COME ON! Well, this is it guys, that is all - five minutes in and I'm bored again Ten years of this, I'm not sure if anybody understands This one is not for the folks at home; Sorry to leave, mom, I had to go Who the fuck wants to die alone all dried up in the desert sun? My heart is breaking for my sister and the con that she call "love" When I look into my nephew's eyes... Man, you wouldn't believe the most amazing things that can come from... Some terrible lies... The other night, you wouldn't believe the dream I just had about you and me I called you up, but we'd both agree It's for the best you didn't listen It's for the best we get our distance... oh... It's for the best you didn't listen It's for the best we get our distance... oh...

Fix You by Coldplay

When you try your best, but you don't succeed When you get what you want, but not what you need When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep Stuck in reverse And the tears come streaming down your face When you lose something you can't replace When you love someone, but it goes to waste Could it be worse? Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you And high up above or down below When you're too in love to let it go But if you never try you'll never know Just what you're worth Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you Tears stream down on your face When you lose something you cannot replace Tears stream down on your face And I... Tears stream down on your face I promise you I will learn from my mistakes Tears stream down on your face And I... Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you

Wonderwall by Oasis

Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you By now you shoulda, somehow, realized what you gotta do I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now Back beat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out I'm sure you've heard it all before but you never really had a doubt I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now And all the roads we have to walk are winding And all the lights that lead us there are blinding There are many things that I would like to say to you But I don't know how Because maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me And after all You're my wonderwall Today was gonna be the day but they'll never throw it back to you By now you shoulda somehow realized what you're not to do I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now And all the roads that lead you there were winding And all the lights that light the way are blinding There are many things that I would like to say to you But I don't know how I said maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me And after all You're my wonderwall I said maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me And after all You're my wonderwall I said maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me

Say (All I Need) by Onerepublic

Do you know where your heart is? Do you think you can find it? Or did you trade it for something Somewhere better just to have it? Do you know where your love is? Do you think that you lost it? You felt it so strong, but Nothing's turned out how you wanted Well, bless my soul You're a lonely soul Cause you won't let go Of anything you hold Well, all I need Is the air I breathe And a place to rest My head Do you know what your fate is? And are you trying to shake it? You're doing your best and Your best look You're praying that you make it Well, bless my soul You're a lonely soul Cause you won't let go Of anything you hold Well, all I need Is the air I breathe And a place to rest My head I said I all I need Is the air I breathe And a place to rest My head Do you think you can find it? Do you think you can find it? Do you think you can find it? Better than you had it Do you think you can find it? Do you think you can find it? Do you think you can find it? Yeah, better than you had it (Better than you had it) I said I all I need Is the air I breathe And a place to rest My head I said I all I need Is the air I breathe And a place to rest My head Whenever the end is Do you think you can see it? Well, until you get there Go on, go ahead and scream it Just say it

hawkeye || a directory

2012-07-29T08:22:53Z

✖ APPLICATION
✖ HEAD CANON
✖ CR CHART
✖ THREAD TRACKING
✖ PERMISSIONS POST

hwd || permissions post

2012-07-29T04:55:22Z

Clint Barton doesn't have any super duper secret cool powers. He does have a pretty nice skill set that keeps him from being boxed together with normal people. Because of this and because of his constant need to find out information about the people around him. I'm posting this.

ONE) Clint is currently known as CEILING CLINT because of his habit with sneaking around air ducts in the buildings they occupy. Is Clint allowed to spy on your character? If so, is there anything you wouldn't want him to eavesdrop on?

TWO) Clint likes to invite himself into peoples rooms. Is he allowed to sneak into your room when you're not around?

THREE) Depending on the relationship Clint has with your character (namely The Avengers and the people he regularly keeps contact in with). He tends to take little things of theirs as keepsakes. A pencil, pillow, shirt, etc. Is Clint allowed to take a keepsake of yours? If so, what would you like him to take or what would you not like him to take of yours?

hwd || cr chart

2012-07-29T03:01:28Z

:: canonmate
:: friend
:: romantic feelings
:: doesn't even like their faces / eh

Phil Coulson.

One of his closest friends from his world. Agent Coulson is Clint's handler, roommate, and not!boyfriend at this point. The person to recruit him into SHIELD, Clint will do just about anything for him ( including killing others ) and won't hesitate to do so. Inwardly, Phil is the main reason why he has remained with SHIELD for as long as he has. The other reason is Natasha Romanoff. Someone else who is just as close to him as Phil is.

THE AVENGERS (MCU) • THESHIELD_AGENT

Tony Stark.

Tony Stark is Clint's hero back in his world and the main reason why he wanted to be a part of the Avengers when it rumors of the team was first circulating around SHIELD. In Arkham, Clint has had first hand to work along side with the man. Dying for him and enduring his mood swings (he prefers dying over that). But he still views him as someone he respects for his mind. Obviously.

THE AVENGERS (MCU) • STARKINGENUITY

Dr. Bruce Banner.

They're still working on building a friendship (slightly strained after Clint stabbed him and unleashed the Hulk for the first time in Arkham). But Clint trusts him more than he trusts any other doctor he has had work with him before. He's easy to get along with and he appreciates having Bruce on his side much more than other people he knows at this point.

THE AVENGERS (MCU) • GREENISNTEASY

(Captain) Steve Rogers.

TBA TBA TBA

THE AVENGERS (MCU) • DISLIKESBULLIES

for raisedawidow

2012-06-18T07:53:58Z

The television lied.

The Hallmark cards lied.

He was sure his boss and friends had lied as well when it came down to everything.

Father's day was not at all relaxing. Of course, Clint had grown used to the days where he would be woken up from sleep by either Sofiya bouncing on his side of the bed. Or, just recently, the baby monitor going off in Lincoln's room as he started up. He told everyone that he had lucked out when it came to Link. He slept through most of the night. He figured after baby number one, he was a baby pro. Link fell for all of the tricks he learned with Sofi when she was just a couple months old and both he and Nat didn't know what the hell they had gotten themselves into. It seemed to work by the looks of it. Sofi hadn't died yet by some idiotic accident even though Clint was more of an overprotective father than he would have intended to be. Things were double-checked when it came to baby and toddler proofing their home. When he used to have his standard-issued weapon from work carefully locked away in his bedroom closet. The fears of the kids somehow getting into that overtook him to the point where he just left everything explosive, sharp, etc at work now. No one seemed to mind. Clint was a good worker, a little hot-headed. But dedicated enough that they didn't question it.

He didn't expect silence or relaxation on his father's day because he hadn't gotten that from the moment Sofi was born -- and he really couldn't picture life without the loud. It started with breakfast. Green eggs and ham from their favorite bedtime story, Mommy had been the angel who made sure the house didn't burn down and the eggshells weren't cooked into the fluffy, green scrambled eggs. A finger painted picture with letters he assumed meant 'I love you, daddy' but four-year-old scribble was something the four-year-old mind could only read. After she stumbled over what she had written while sitting on his lap in the kitchen, it turned out to actually be the next great American novel with symbols and the sparse letter or two. Lincoln's only gift to him was that he was just laying back, chilling in his favorite spot in the house. A place where there was just enough shade and just enough sun to make it the perfect napping spot. Clint only knew this because when it was his day off and he had the chance to spend it with the children. They napped for about four to five hours in that spot. Sofi curled up against him, using him as a pillow. Lincoln usually safely tucked between his torso and his arm to make sure his boy didn't roll over and hurt himself.

Next was a facebook photo op because they had decided going to the zoo on Father's Day was the best idea in the world. As well as everyone else in town. Sofi and Clint got face-painted by someone who actually could be heckled down when Clint felt like heckling (and there was no way he was spending eight bucks on a face-painting) before they went on their little adventure. Clint and Nat interchanging 'Please don't run away Sofi'. Clint pushing the stroller because he just felt the need too or being pulled away by Sofi who saw one of her friends from the neighborhood and thought since it was Father's Day, she got the opportunity to show off her dad. He was just waiting for when Link got older and the arguments turned to 'my dad can beat up your dad' because he was sure it was possible. He was sort of a badass; which was something he would chuckle as he gloated to his wife. Clint was just glad that this time around, Nat had joined them at the zoo. The last time, Sofi almost managed to talk her dad into trying to steal an otter. Or buy one. There wasn't many things he wouldn't do for her; so he honestly needed Tasha for a buffer. Otherwise they'd be living on the streets with all of Sofi's toys.

Dinner was spent with his brother and his family. Barney's ex-wife had been nice enough to drop off his kids, Edith and Rick. A nice good ole fashioned BBQ before Clint realized all he truly wanted to do was go upstairs and sleep.

It was somewhat ending in his eyes the moment Nat showed up at their bedroom door. Sofi had been put down for the night. Clint was hugging a pillow, not even having bothered to wash off the face-paint yet as he listened to his son's noises over the baby monitor. A little rumble there. A coo here. His breathing somewhat leveling out before Clint pushed his head up, glancing over his shoulder at Nat. "...think 'm too old for this." He was looking forward to vacation from work, however. He was due for it. Staying at home with Sofi, Link, and Nat all day. Potentially giving Nat some time to escape for her own mental health. Possibly managing to get someone babysit for the weekend while they escaped together.

hwd || biography

2012-06-08T02:54:05Z

CLINT BARTON

Clint Barton is a lean, mean, muscle machine. Not very daunting at first glance, Clint's body has been trained and formed as a body of an acrobat (something he worked as before his association to SHIELD). He stands at 5'10" with grayish-blue eyes; usually seen wearing a standard SHIELD uniform. During his down time, Clint usually wears darker shades of purple/red and black. Clothing that he usually finds as comfortable to move in and usually with enough free range around the arms for combat.

Ability wise, Clint is a mortal man. He isn't some ridiculous billionaire with a suit, a super soldier, or a man who turns into a giant green rage monster. His only benefit that has made him remarkable is his above average eyesight, reflexes, and skill sets that he has obtained through his SHIELD training. This is not including his handling of his bow and arrow. With the above average eyesight and reflexes, Clint is an excellent marksman. Claiming he's actually 'the world's best marksman' when people ask him about it. The talent has made him one of SHIELD's top assassins, pairing him up with Black Widow for their starting line up when the Avengers needed more of a human touch.

As an agent of SHIELD, Clint is also trained in many forms of hand-to-hand combat or the use of different non-projectile and projectile weaponry. Though he is not as good as Natasha, he comes close when it comes to the fact that he is also a spy and has skilled tactics in the art of lying and deception. His skillset when it comes to marksmanship typically doesn't call for him to get close to targets as much as it calls for him to kill them from afar.

PERSONALITY

HISTORY

HAWKEYE

FULL NAME: Clinton Francis Barton.
CODENAME: Hawkeye.
NICKNAMES: Clint, Agent Barton.
CURRENT AGE: 33.
DATE OF BIRTH: August 24.
PLACE OF BIRTH: Waverly, Iowa.

MARITAL STATUS: Currently involved with Phil Coulson
SEXUALITY: Bi-curious. Primarily heterosexual.
OCCUPATION: Agent of SHIELD | Archer/Sniper | member of The Avengers.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Avengers Tower.

PARENTS: Harold Barton (father; deceased) and Edith Barton (mother; deceased).
SIBLINGS: Bernard "Barney" Barton (older brother).

INVENTORY:
• Collapsible bow.
• Modified quiver and arrows.
• ~~The Quinjet~~.
• The clothes on his back.
• A wallet with some change and a credit card he really doesn't pay attention too?
• A cellphone he got from Coulson. GPS included.

RANDOM FACTS
• Current founder and co-leader to the New Avengers of Arkham, along with Steve Rogers.
• Member of SHIELD (Arkham)
• Member of Arkham's Recovery Team (leader: Phil Coulson) and Arkham's Tactical Team (leader: Ianto Jones and Kenzi).
• Founding member of Phlint.
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✖ ✖ ✖

OOC
NAME: Sam
AIM: a little bit anal
EMAIL: deanssammy@gmail.com
PB: Jeremy Renner.
CANON POINT: Post-The Avengers.

SAMPLES

FIRST PERSON: link 1 link 2
THIRD PERSON: link 1 link 2

beenunmade @ 2012-06-06T02:35:00

2012-06-06T09:35:10Z

headcanon

he burns all the suits he wears on missions. he doesn't like them and he will not apologize for the act. he hates them.

before the line-up to the avengers initiative came up, he wanted to bribe fury (and tried to bribe coulson) into becoming part of it just to work with tony stark (aka iron man) at least once in his life. since he'd been turned down for the undercover mission when they found out he was dying.

his handler is philip j. coulson, who was also his recruiter. even if clint is considered a 'senior agent'; he has never asked to take on new recruits and hasn't asked for a change of handlers. he works well with phil and doesn't see the point in changing up a routine he's familiar with.

clint barton does not like change either.

was involved in the "harlem" incident involving hulk vs. abomination. he was trapped under some rumble left in their wake for a couple hours, needless to say he was glad the big green one won.

his drink of choice is diet dr. pepper cherry. he doesn't like to drink alcohol and typically steers away from it for various reasons. he's also a fan of hawaiian punch 'juicy red'.

beenunmade @ 2012-05-29T23:01:00

2012-05-30T06:01:31Z

Loyalty.

It was one of the many words that echoed in his mind. Usually it was loyalty to SHIELD. Loyalty to the Avengers. To Natasha. To Phil. He really only had simple loves in his life and things that could be easily pinpointed if someone were to look in the right direction. Even if he wasn't the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. But it was clear in his eyes and the way he carried himself around the others that this wasn't a temporary place for him. He intended to stay and he intended be (somewhat of) a team player. He wasn't chosen for his good looks, after all. Even if he did say so on something of a daily basis. It was all in jest.

He wasn't really in a jesting mood now. Loki hadn't exactly sent him on a mission. There wasn't a failure to utilize the specialist because, to Clint, Loki hardly failed. Acting on his own accord wasn't something Clint did. Acting in the best interest of ensuring Loki, ensuring that they gained some part of an upper hand was. SHIELD was still in shambles in his mind. The helicarrier was a good month or two from being passenger ready and most SHIELD agents had been forced to head for the solid ground of headquarters. Those surviving at least. The unfamiliar faces of new recruits littered the hallway. Out of necessity. There hadn't been a rush on getting more bodies -- the recruits that had been flagged previously but never seen the light of day were just finally getting their time to shine because SHIELD had lost so many. And Clint? When he wasn't usually running around terrorizing the junior agents or pushing the buttons of those that he knew -- he was either with the Avengers, in Medical, or on the range.

Today it wasn't any of those. His clouded blue eyes were shrouded by the sunglasses he hid behind almost daily. Somewhere along the way he had discovered that people found him slightly enigmatic when he was wearing them. After a visit to dictionary dot com; Clint had reasoned it was a good thing in his eyes. Now it was a benefit. He walked with purpose -- the technology he carried wasn't very astounding if somewhere were to compare it to the like that Stark carried. A single drive to save the documents he wanted so he could disappear undetected and offer what he found to Loki. Nothing extravagant. Just something simple. A show of his loyalty and obedience. Clint turned on his heels, around a corner and if someone paid attention it was almost as if he had disappeared. In reality, he had gone up the air ducts that he knew so well. Stealth was, after all, Clint Barton's forte as he moved above everyone before stopping above a room that housed a majority of the personnel files. One singular guard was easily knocked out and dragged off into a corner as Clint bound and gagged him before walking over to the computer interface.

Easy. The man slid his sunglasses to the top of his head as he brought up the files he needed, beginning the tedious upload onto the storage device before taking a step back. With part one in process, part two could begin. One storage device to house the information. Another to plop a virus in the middle of SHIELD's files. It wasn't Clint's typical approach. His approach would be blowing things up. But to do things covertly, without alerting SHIELD to his presence -- it required more espionage than Clint was accustomed too. Once the upload was finished, he just deposited the second part before sliding back on his shades once more before stepping into the hallway, pocketing the device and tossing the other in the hallway trash before starting to walk away.

through a broken mirror for theshield_agent

2012-05-20T06:46:40Z

Reminding himself daily of his duties was something that usually made Clint sober up when it came to things he dealt with off the clock. Even if there truly was no 'off the clock' for SHIELD agents. Let alone an Avenger. If he wasn't suited up to save the world from some impossible villain, he was an agent of SHIELD. And SHIELD infiltrated every member's life. It was implied at the get-go. You join SHIELD and SHIELD will be part of you where ever you go. It was something that Clint wasn't quite used too. But it, at the very least, gave him something to do when he was bored. The downtime was minimal at best, but when there was downtime Clint really didn't have anything better to do then be at headquarters. SHIELD had become too integrated in his life without him realizing it. More than once he had loudly said in Coulson (or anyone else's presence) that Phil and the higher-ups were married to their jobs. Whenever Clint would walk down the hallway he'd either see Phil, Sitwell, Hill, and he usually tried to evade Fury at any given moment because nothing ever sat right with him about the Director. Not that he was afraid of him, per say. He just...didn't trust the eyepatch.

It never occurred to him that he was stuck in the same classification of any of them. When it seemed as though all the Avengers were grouping together (even Tasha) under the same roof, Clint had decided against joining the Brady Bunch by remaining back in his personality-less room back in headquarters. Something given to all agents of SHIELD who didn't have a place to go off-base. He had personalized it somewhat -- to keep it separate from the other rooms that were around him. Even though at least two of them had been emptied, any traces of agents living in them wiped after the Loki incident. Clint had come to find out they had been aboard the helicarrier when they went. One of which, Agent Ryan Stillson, was at the point of the blast that had disabled the engines enough to cause the mess that Loki had ordered him to cause. Without being asked, Clint had gotten rid of the man's belongings himself after wandering past to his room just in time to see the normal cleaner's -- making their rounds to clean up the relics of the past before they found another poor soul to recruit into this place. When someone had come down on the orders of Fury to make Clint stop what the fuck he was doing -- Clint nearly punched the guy out before returning to what he was doing. Then, following procedural, brought Agent Ryan Stillson's belongings down to the compactor to get rid of.

SHIELD looked after their own after all, but it also meant when they began to work for SHIELD is where they would end. Clint had yet to meet someone who retired from the military division.

Downtime usually meant people getting caught up on their sleep. A lot of the agents slept easier knowing that Loki was gone (as well as the Tessaract). It meant their energies could be spent doing something else. Whenever Clint had laid his head down to sleep, usually an hour or so into it; his eyes would snap open. He had told Fury during the debriefing that he remembered nothing of his time as Loki's mind bitch, but that statement was slowly turning into a lie with every moment he was given some time to himself. He remembered. The ideas that filled his head like whispers once setting his eyes on the glowing cube. Orchestrating getting the materials and man-power needed to take on SHIELD and open the portal to somewhere the cube had only told him that was a good idea. Suggesting the rescue mission when Loki would be "captured" by the Avengers. Clint remembered thinking, once, that it didn't go as planned when he noticed the flash of red hair at the corner of his eye before he was brought back into this reality. His reality. His body may have healed up, but his mind was still twisted. Still lingering on the things he had done he felt as though he had to put on the cocky persona just to keep people off his back.

Things happened quickly after all was said and done. One moment, Phil Coulson was dead. The next he was alive. One moment Nick Fury wasn't in charge and the next the WSC realized that Fury wasn't going anywhere so he was reinstated. One moment Clint Barton was Hawkeye, an Avenger. And the next he was back to where he had began, unsure if he had a place in the team he had joined out of necessity to make an attempt to get his revenge. Even if he didn't. Even blowing Loki out of the sky left him with a severe lack of satisfaction.

Mostly, his entire time after saving the world had been a blur. Instead of basking in the glory, Clint stuck to himself. Even when he went on missions with the team -- it helped that he was a sniper. Being alone was part of the job description it seemed as he crept into the hallway after one of his nightmares. Another good thing about being a SHIELD agent meant they only needed a couple hours of sleep to function. He pursed his lips together as he tucked his hands in his jacket pockets. The last mission had left much to be desired. Clint had so brilliantly tried the little trick of using his grappling arrow to Tarzan his way to ground level, right in front of one of the targets. Only to get knocked back a couple feet. Broken ribs aside and somewhat of a bruised ego, Clint was telling the doctors he was fighting fit. They just didn't believe him. But he didn't really listen to what they had to say about him resting or anything of the like. He moved quietly through the halls with every intention to go to the gym. To get his frustrations out and to possibly tire himself out that maybe sleep would be unavoidable as he turned the corner, nearly running into Coulson.

"...they still let you escape from your office from time to time, I see." He smirked, hoping beyond all hope that he could just annoy him a little. To the point where he could just move passed him and to the gym. He relied, partly, that if the man was still on painkillers and still in work-mode there would be some apathy involved.

hwd || thread tracker

2012-05-12T21:57:09Z

thread tracker

JUNE 2012
STARTED:

06 - 12 - 2012 :: Clint makes himself acquainted with his surroundings by climbing around the air vents.

06 - 16 - 2012 :: A couple days into the invasion. Clint decides to be a hero for his hero, Tony Stark, and dies in the fight via neurotoxin.

06 - 22 - 2012 :: Clint comes back from the dead and hides away for the majority of the first couple hours as he tries to regain over the fact that he died.

06 - 22 - 2012 :: Clint's first stop after his resurrection isn't Natasha or Phil. It's going to make sure Tony is still alive and well.

06 - 26 - 2012 :: Clint somewhat breaks while he's trying to break down the wall between his and Phil's rooms because he can't sleep without him.

06 - 27 - 2012 :: After asking Bruce for help with what he's being inflicted with. Clint stabs Bruce and unleashes the Hulk onto the campus after giving the voices what they wanted.

TAGGED:

06 - 08 - 2012 :: Clint makes his arrival to Arkham when the vortex of d00m swings open and is reunited with Phil and Natasha.

06 - 11 - 2012 :: Steve calls forth The Avengers and Clint offers his bow and keen observation skills across the battlefield.

06 - 11 - 2012 :: Phil comes into communication with Phil and promises to play nice with Loki while they are there instead of attempting to kill the guy.

06 - 14 - 2012 :: THE BARRIER FALLS! Clint vows to meet up with Natasha while dodging Japanese Hentai rejects that have invaded the campus.

06 - 22 - 2012 :: After Clint's resurrection, he and Natasha meet up on the roof of the medical building to talk. Reminisce about the past and just feel relief for being around each other once again.

06 - 22 - 2012 :: After meeting up with Natasha, Phil hunts Clint down and the both of them share a quiet moment.

06 - 24 - 2012 :: Clint makes himself home in his new room and flirts with a new resident by the name of Ivy.

06 - 24 - 2012 :: Clint does the welcome wagon thing for Bruce Banner when he arrives to Arkham.

06 - 25 - 2012 :: Once Bruce comes to the campus, Phil decides to bring all the Avengers together and Clint tries to get out of it. Because he is dealing with the repercussions of being brought back from the dead in Arkham.

06 - 25 - 2012 :: The Avengers assemble. Clint eavesdrops on half the conversation before allowing himself to drop in.

06 - 26 - 2012 :: Clint introduces himself to the wonderful Asgardian Sif.

06 - 27 - 2012 :: Tony announces a party in the name of the man who saved them all and gave them a chance to close the vortex. Clint tries to get out of it...but alas.

06 - 29 - 2012 :: CODE GREEN. The Avengers versus the Hulk. Clint manages to get away without any injuries regardless of the fact that Hulk wants to smash a little birdy.

06 - 29 - 2012 :: Clint meets Kenzi for the first time and impresses her with his badassery.

JULY 2012
STARTED:

07 - 01 - 2012 :: Clint calls Stark after the Hulk incident, confronting him about his relations with Loki and talks about the voices that egged him onto stabbing Bruce.

07 - 07 - 2012 :: Clint goes to visit the sciencebros, specifically Tony to get his (hopefully) repaired bow from the man.

07 - 08 - 2012 :: While trying to make up the Hulk incident to Bruce, Clint decides to take advantage of the de-powered people to get him enough caffeine to put him into a coma.

07 - 08 - 2012 :: Remembering that it's his handler's birthday. Clint gets Steve to sign a homemade Captain America card for him.

07 - 08 - 2012 :: Clint offers advice to the newly human people and gives Phil his birthday present along with some making out in his office.

07 - 14 - 2012 :: Clint apologizes for the text that was sent out (regardless of the fact that he didn't send it out. Incites a fight between two ladies and other general stuff.

07 - 15 - 2012 :: Clint deals with the ramifications of the text by...offering apologies to the two robots hurt the worst and gets them drunk.

07 - 16 - 2012 :: Clint (hungover) goes to question Mohinder if he had a hand in the burn book.

07 - 17 - 2012 :: Clint contacts Brucey, Veronica, and Sam the Man.

07 - 21 - 2012 :: Kenzi dyes Clint's hair blue after offering him an awesome ring pop of goodness...only it's sabotaged.

07 - 22 - 2012 :: Clint discovers after a week of radio silence, Natasha is gone and mounts a search effort for her.

07 - 27 - 2012 :: After the fight with the Hulk, Clint goes to lick his wounds in silence while hiding in Kenzi's closet because he can't get to the vents.

07 - 28 - 2012 :: Following Kenzi, he offers Phil (and Bruce) a grapevine that says he's alive. Not well. But alive.

07 - 29 - 2012 :: Hyped up on pain meds. Clint intends to tell Phil he's leaving the next day to go on a recovery mission...but Phil tells him that they finally located Natasha. Or what's left of her.

TAGGED:

07 - 02 - 2012 :: Clint comes to bother Phil while he's stuck in a monkey suit in his office.

07 - 02 - 2012 :: Natasha calls Clint to invite him to drinking on the roof instead of going to the party because he is trying to keep her from getting involved with all his craziness.

07 - 02 - 2012 1 2 :: Clint goes to the memorial party for Martin. Dances a little with Phil, chats up with Kenzi, Bruce. And gets knocked into by his twin, Harry Summers.

07 - 03 - 2012 :: Set directly after the party, Clint and Phil leave the party and end up having a private moment together. [ R ]

07 - 07 - 2012 :: Clint comes face-to-face with pre-serum Steve and goes to help a buddy out.

07 - 08 - 2012 :: Clint as the welcoming committee once again to a Arkham returnee, Mohinder Suresh.

07 - 11 - 2012 :: Phil holds self-defense classes so Clint and Kenzi go to annoy the Hell out of him.

07 - 13 - 2012 :: Clint goes to watch Beauty and the Beast...and to bother Kenzi and Tony (Sorry Thor).

07 - 14 - 2012 :: Clint offers a solution to Rose Tyler to the dwindling alcohol supplies. (:

07 - 14 - 2012 :: After a text goes out from his phone, Phil goes to check if Clint is okay. It turns into Clint becoming determined to find out who took his phone to do it. And telling Phil how he feels about him. [ R ]

07 - 14 - 2012 :: Clint meets a new resident, Diana Abel, after she confronts him about the things he "wrote".

07 - 14 - 2012 :: Clint finds out he has a tea-boy in his corner about the entire 'burn book' text that was sent out.

07 - 14 - 2012 :: Clint fails at saving face to the ex-robot Rabbit because after the text that was sent out.

07 - 18 - 2012 :: Clint checks in on Kenzi after a weird ass video that she posted.

07 - 23 - 2012 :: Clint and Ronnie discuss the burn book and the list of suspects...which is zero.

07 - 24 - 2012 :: Phil goes looking after Clint after they discover Nat's missing.

07 - 26 - 2012 :: Clint mocks ~~Fay Wray~~ Tony Stark on the Bell Tower as he goes off to fight Hulk.

07 - 26 - 2012 :: Team We're Going to End up in the Hospital...fights the Hulk. Clint breaks his arm and hurts his ribs...but ends up discovering he can open the barrier. For he is the Chosen One. :|

07 - 28 - 2012 :: Clint answers the call of Kenzi to go with the tactical team on an away mission for a couple days.