Clinton F. Barton

❝I knew I should have stretched.❞ ➶ Not new to character ➶ Preshipped ➶ Open to SLs ➶ MCU/616 AU ➴ RTs would be appreciated

"Where can I get this? I want all of them. Delivery would be best actually." nitter.gq/landoffacts/status/864…

[@HawkeyeBest] « whisky. Which was his current plan of attack for his pain.

[@HawkeyeBest] « the bumps and bruises. Aspirin or some ibuprofen would do the trick. It was usually what he took. Along with a glass of »

[@HawkeyeBest] « something. He wasn't going to outright ask Kate if she knew where the bottle of Tylenol was but he needed something for »

[@HawkeyeBest] « have to do with me worrying about you anyway?" As he spoke, Clint started to dig around in the cabinets, looking for »

[@HawkeyeBest] « kitchen. "You could kick my ass six ways to Sunday, Katie. I'm aware you can handle yourself. What do your stupid dates »

[@HawkeyeBest] « those guys tries anything that they shouldn't ..." He grunted as he pushed up from the couch before hobbling into the »

[@HawkeyeBest] « anything because then you'll start going on and on about how I'm trying to /father you/ but if I ever find out one of »

[@HawkeyeBest] « of things like that but Clint admittedly - if only to himself - hated that she had been going on dates. "I don't do »

[@HawkeyeBest] « Kate walked away, rolling his eyes at her comment. He tried not to let /her/ know when it bothered him that she brought »

[@HawkeyeBest] « returning that look with narrowed eyes and a slight frown on his lips. He scooted himself to the edge of the couch as »

[@HawkeyeBest] « Which was actually a look that he was used to seeing from her. He got that look a lot but that didn't stop him from »

[@HawkeyeBest] Clint's eyes narrowed as Kate stared at him with that look that said she wanted to cause him some sort of physical pain. »

"I totally don't have a #WCW and if I did it totally couldn't be @HawkeyeBest."

[@FixingDelusions] « that much. Especially one that was going to get into his brain.

[@FixingDelusions] « Want me to go out and grab you something?" Clint was stalling and he knew it. He didn't necessarily like doctors all »

[@FixingDelusions] « waving. "Hey. Hi. Sorry. I know I'm late but I needed my caffeine. Crap. Shit. I could have grabbed you something. »

[@FixingDelusions] « door. He was slow to peek into the room with a quirky little half smile on his lips before he stepped inside, »

[@FixingDelusions] « large cup of coffee. He had finished the bagel before arriving but still had the coffee in hand as he knocked at the »

[@FixingDelusions] « scarfed down each time he popped back into his apartment - Clint swung by a coffee shop to grab a bagel and a very »