#normaltothemax: clint

[writteninscarlet]

“You had me WORRIED,” she stated, voice fairly stern - but any element of being strict was stripped when she pulled him in for a warm hug. The embrace, to Wanda, was warm and familiar and just exactly what she needed. Reassurance that he was here and alright. Her freaking idiot. What a pain in the ass.

“Next time how about I do the dangerous stunts? Be the distraction and disappear?” Her voice was teasing and light, and maybe she hugged him a little tighter for a second before relaxing (but not breaking the embrace just yet). “Thank you, Clint. My hero.” A bright laugh, but not mean or entirely untrue. He was pretty much exactly that some times. “Pretty amazing as always. Food and drink on me?” But just another little bit of a hug. Just a little longer.

free hugs with wanda day ;; @normaltothemax

#normaltothemax #wanda is always here for Clint hugs #obviously #ᗢ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ once and always a witch ; ic

[dramatisperscnae]

“  if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m gonna throw it out the window.  ” (Clint @ Dick)

[Morning After starters || accepting]

"fuckin' do it." Not that Dick's going to give him the chance; he needs his phone for things other than alarms. Instead he's just going to roll right on top of Clint to reach his phone, turn the damned thing off, and then just lie there with his head tucked comfortably under Clint's chin. Much better.

#Communication #normaltothemax #dick ic #dick verse: gone solo #[he meant to turn his alarm off XD sorry clint] #nighthawk: head in the clouds

[defectivexfragmented]

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“Nice.” Grinning to himself, the archer pushed himself to his feet. “Alright, then. Grab a couple of bats and let’s get moving.”

#normaltothemax #muse: clint - the human disaster - barton #personal blogs do not reblog

[parameddic]

"They don't know you're awake yet. Stay down." (Clint)

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What?

Clint's hand was heavy on TK's shoulder, a warning to stay put, and for that reason alone TK did as he was asked, terrible at faking it (his brows drew a little, a fractional pull that was not the face of a relaxed, sleeping human) but at least trying. Who were 'they'? Why was them not knowing something they were taking advantage of? The ground beneath him felt wet. Dirt, not concrete or proper flooring. He was cold all over, which surprised him, 'cause he'd been out like a light just a second ago and he usually couldn't sleep in the cold.

A consequence of TK lying in this position was that his neck was stretched out, throat vulnerable to the sky. He swallowed, once, and felt the way it bobbed in his throat.

The light behind his eyelids changed. Brighter than it had been before, with the swing of a door, then.. metal scraping? Like someone fumbling with a metallic doorjam, before another change in the light. The room - the air - felt suddenly fresh; suddenly open, or more open than it had been a second ago. The noise quality changed. Maybe he was making that up. Clint's hand left his shoulder.

Asleep asleep asleep. TK fought to relax his face, even his breathing. Don't move.

"Aw, Prince Charming's still asleep," someone said - gruff voice. Male. Pressure appeared on his cheek, the one turned up to the sky, the texture of hard rubber: the man turned TK's head with the bottom of his shoe. TK forced himself to let his head flop to the side. No reaction, peacefully unaware. Clint was not touching him anymore. Why?

Where had he gone? Or was he not meant to be able to touch him at all? Was he deliberately not, trying not to draw attention to him? Why not? Where was he?

The smell of alcohol. TK was still forcing his breaths steady and he realised, now, that the man who had stepped on him now was crouched beside him, getting a good look at him in the light. Not awake not awake not awake. Clint was gonna give him a GOOD explanation after this.

The man's fingers laid ever-so-gently across the skin of his neck, and tap-tap-tapped against his jugular.

His heartbeat was too fast. breathing aside, his heartbeat was giving him away, the rapid, scared, butterfly heartbeat that thrummed desperate in his throat. Sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep.

"Or is he?" said the man.

Shit.

TK swallowed, involuntary, because of the way these fingers stroked his throat.

The man's grip changed in an instant: no longer just touching him, but now pressing down. Hard.

#ic #throttling tw #strangulation tw #normaltothemax #tk definitely got himself involved where he should not have got himself involved #clint iiiiiis probably trying to protect him? or trying to play them for time? or #...... i have very genuinely not planned any of this and i don't want to make you do all the thinking about how and why this is where they #are but i don't have any hows or whys i just have 'they are there rn' #and we can figure out the why later #dkjflskjksj idk #hands this to you. love you #come save tk pls he can't breathe

[amidnightmission]

It wasn’t actually unusual for her to see a person simply fall from the sky. Though usually they ‘fell with style’ or with the help of a pretty decent cape. This guy? Not so much. But his aim in landing in the dumpster? Top marks for THAT.

She knew he was alive. She could hear him. Hear his heart with those keen sense of hers. He sounded a little like the freaking Tin Man would with a clock inside him, rattling around, but he was definitely alive. Reese had moved before even thinking about it, going towards him to help but the guy was resilient as fuck. It was almost impressive.

He was falling apart but still on the move, that sheer determination was almost astounding. Hell, it almost rivalled Mr. Knight’s persistence and stubbornness and Reese had believe none could rival him. So it didn’t really surprise her when she started to make the suggestion of hospital and got cut off.

The wheezing sounds were painful to hear. And then his mouth was open and was he trying to make a sound humans (and vampires) could hear? What— what the hell was he doing?

“does that sound like a man who needs a hospital ??”

The question astounded her. As did that look on his face. She stared back. Blankly.

“Are you freaking kidding me?” she questioned, one hand on her hip and then pointing at him, “You’re only still alive because the Grim Reaper heard that sound and was scared off. But sure, it doesn’t sound like a man who needs a hospital. A hospital aint gonna fix whatever THAT was.”

She wrinkled her nose, looking over him carefully. The scent of blood was overwhelming - to her - but most of the cuts didn’t actually seem that bad. The bruises were worrying. “I think you’re probably bleeding internally and— no, no, no, don’t say well that’s where the bloods supposed to be.” Smartass. Brilliant, always great to have more accident prone vigilantes around.

Her eyes narrowed, frustrated and concerned before she said, “Fine. No hospital. Mr. Knight hates ‘em, too.” So did Reese. Who liked them? “But the Mission ain’t far. I can patch you up. And get you coffee.”

always sunny in philadelphia accepting ; @normaltothemax

#honestly reese just thinking to herself ‘I’m surrounded by idiots’ #it’s great #normaltothemax #normaltothemax ; clint #☾ ✩☽ oh my god he has a name? ;; reese

[ordinariums-a]

@normaltothemax cont. from here

That was a hell of a reaction. Eyes darted to Clint's torso, trying to see what was causing the pain, but the other managed to hide it before he caught a glimpse. He backed off, Jonathan now moving his attention to what the stranger was saying. Which was - understandable. At least, the first bit was. The second bit was needlessly dismissive. "Yeah. Probably. But that's bad. Why aren't you-- I don't know, being a sensible person and going to the ER?"

#ic #verse ; jonathan pikes / oc #normaltothemax #sorry for Jonathan Clint he does not know when to quit

[what-the-stark]

i didn't even realize i was bleeding. - Clint

PROMPTS FOR PATCHING UP WOUNDS | OPEN

"That's on brand. I think you're the only person on the team who's worse at taking care of yourself than me. And I hope you recognize the enormity of that statement." Shaking his head, Tony grabbed a compact first aid kit that was hidden between a couple of boxes of scrap on a shelf.

"Okay, Birdbrain — sit down before you fall down," he pointed at the battered couch tucked in against the workshop wall, his expression determined. "If you pass out, I'm totally leaving you where you land. And no guarantees Dum-E won't draw dicks on your face while you're out."

#normaltothemax #[ Clint Barton ] #v: better to burn out #a: bullseye #patching up meme

[soapfcrce]

❝ it’s late, you might as well just stay here. ❞ (Clint -big ol' shrug emoji-) || @normaltothemax

It wasn’t like he wasn’t appreciative of the offer, it was just... well, feeling like imposing. Yeah. That was the feeling Soap was feeling right now and totally not the gnawing anxiety in the back of his head and throat because big dog. 

Sure, the dopiest of the big dogs that’d rather be a golden couch potato and maybe fart on command, but mild cynophobia didn’t tend to give a shit about that. 

“Nah--it’s fine.” He offered up his best smile despite the obvious discomfort and hesitation, holding up a hand. “Should go get yelled at anyways. Dinnae why but LT usually goes easier at night. Think he’s a bat.” 

#normaltothemax #intel report «¤» ( in character #task force time «¤» ( main verse #debriefing due now «¤» ( asks

[talentforlying]

@normaltothemax / continued.

the thought process is simple: it's a pointy stick with a doodad on the end of it, what's the harm in spinning it around a bit? ( well, a lot, going off that reaction. ) even the strength of clint's reaction and the resulting clench in the pit of his stomach doesn't stop constantine from scowling as it's snatched away, yanking his hands back like he's been stung. ' oi! proprietary, ennye? '

ah, well, exploding. that'll explain it. actually, no it fucking won't, and how does he always end up hanging around the sort who meddle with projectile bombs?! like the immaterial and intangible isn't bad enough already.

' exploding and unstable. ' he looks between the arrow and clint, back to the arrow. back to clint, with an eyebrow raised like a judge's scorecard after a high dive, and the number on it is disgracefully low. ' and you play with those in yer flat? don't you lot have lairs and shite? '

no comment on holes; just an insouciant grin out the side of his mouth as he edges around the table — on big, dramatic, scooby-doo tiptoes for effect — to snoop through the rest of the apartment. preferably as far away from anything more flammable than bad wiring as he can get. ' it's no bloody wonder the news is always talking shite on you vigilante types. calling yer little flying boomsticks a fuckin' trick, jesus wept. anything else i should be minding, 'sides the pizza boxes? trapdoors? pressure plates? 'orrible taste in music? '

#normaltothemax #( V. ) STEPS FROM THE SHADOWS. ( i. ) #the way tumblr didn't show me those ask responses. they hate fun #john vc: this guy's making explosives in his house and people say I'M disturbing to be around?? hello??????

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[writteninscarlet]

[text]: I’m actually in the ER and it’s a long story that involves Best Day Ever from spongebob. (Clint) ;; @normaltothemax

text message prompts ;; accepting

There’s a delay in response.

It’s not that she doesn’t care. Wanda just needed a moment to process, her mind had gone blank and she’d almost shut down for a moment. Because of course that’s where Clinton Francis Barton was.

Gods, she almost sent him that - just his full name. So he knew she was annoyed.

But then again, hospital once more. When would they set up a Hawkeye ward? Or hell, were they at least keeping a bed to one side in the place? He was almost at the stage of paying rent.

What was WORSE was she knew exactly what episode of SpongeBob he was talking about.

[txt] I’m heading over.

[txt] I’ll grab good coffee. Just tell me I don’t need to grab a hospital bag, too, idiot.

[txt] Is the hot nurse there from last time I picked you up? I need to know if I should be dressing up

Enough of a pause, then,

[txt] Kidding. Sort of. Be there soon.

#normaltothemax #ᗢ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ once and always a witch ; ic #normaltothemax ; clint

[dramatisperscnae]

“Against The Wall” + reverse (Bucky @ Clint (hell yeah manhandle him Buck))

[Kiss the boys || accepting]

They're arguing. Again. It feels sometimes like that's all they do. One of them will say something, or do something, and the other one will mouth off, and then they're at each other's throats again until one or the other of them ends up stalking off and leaving the other one feeling like absolute shit. Hell, the one stalking off probably feels like shit, too.

It's a neverending cycle, one Bucky has been trying to learn how to break, but so far it hasn't worked. They always end up right back where they started, him and Clint, and he's tired of it. Okay, so he has a hard time opening up, but for fuck's sake he's been trying, hasn't he? He spent the better part of a goddamned century blocked from registering emotion at all, programmed and controlled like a fucking machine more than a man, and learning how to be human again isn't easy. Having Clint riding his case all the time doesn't make it any easier.

Having Clint apparently fail, repeatedly, to get the memo that Bucky actually gives half a damn makes it even worse.

So this time around, Bucky's decided, he's not going to stalk off. He's not going to back down. He's going to make Clint actually understand, even if he has no idea how the hell he's going to do that. And then something Clint says just sets him off, and he's moving. But not away. Toward.

His hands fasten on Clint's collar, slamming the archer into the wall, and honestly not even Bucky knew he'd intended on kissing the man until it's happening. Hard and fiery and intense, like he has something to prove.

Hell, maybe he does.

He doesn't let up until Clint's stopped fighting, and even then Bucky only pulls back enough to glare up at him. "Stop. Saying that shit. What's it gonna take to get through your thick skull, Barton? What more do I have to do? You think no one gives a damn about you, wrong. I do."

#Communication #normaltothemax #bucky ic #bucky verse: after the equinox #winterhawk: can't fight this feeling #[combining tropes a little? don't mind if I do. #he loves you clint >w>]

[defectivexfragmented]

@normaltothemax​ liked for a starter with Clint

“You do realize you look like a sharply dressed Colonel Sanders, right?”

#normaltothemax #muse: clint - the human disaster - barton #OMG CLINT NO #I'm so sorry

[parameddic]

@normaltothemax

"You're my friend, Clint. I wanna be a part of your life."

"I just don't want you to get hurt."

What a terrible -- TK blinked, sighing out his frustration. This was something Clint carried with him all the time, actually. It had been partly what had driven Clint in TK's direction when TK had dropped the kid, and in retrospect - looking back on it - he could see how that lined up with this, how Clint felt like there were ... jobs or events or even decisions that only belonged to, belonged with, people who had signed up for them. Not even just people who volunteered but people who had been invited to do it in the first place. TK had never been personally invited.

"Well," he said, voice that same small thing it had been when he'd argued with Clint the first time: "maybe that's kinda shitty of you." He shrugged a little as he said it, too. 'Maybe' was the only word he had about it. Maybe it was shitty. He didn't know for sure, but maybe.

#here what if i just hand you this and let clint interject bc tk would not get to finishing his thought before clint had something to say #kdsjfldsjfkds #ic

[misstisalir]

Closed Starter | Tim @ Clint

@normaltothemax

"...I thought my family drank a lot of coffee. Jesus, man. Is your heart okay?" It might be hard to tell behind the mask, but Tim is staring at the man beside him as though he's grown at least three heads. And he watches Bruce and Jason with coffee. This is worse.

#v;; Tim: Red Robin #[I know it's short but my brain is fried noodles today #so a short starter to begin us off #i am so sorry]

[ironifiicd]

“I like perching like a little bisexual gargoyle” (Clint lmao)

@normaltothemax

"Hey-" Tony's brows shoot upwards in surprise as he turns to face the other Avenger, arms fold over his chest in defiance as he faux-scowls at the archer. "You can't do that, it's my thing. There can only be one disaster bisexual gargoyle on this team and that's me, get your own schtick, Legolas."

#ironifiicd #normaltothemax