Hawkeye isn’t badass enough because he uses a bow and arrows?
He basically took out the SHIELD Helicarrier with just two.
He blew Loki off his Chitauri bitch-ride with only one.
He shoots at moving targets without looking directly at them and does not miss.
If he can’t shoot you with one, he’ll damn well stab you to death with it instead.
So when Hawkeye points an arrow at something and says I GOT THIS…he’s fucking GOT THIS.
caw fucking caw, motherfucker.
Avengers Art Appreciation Cover and Preliminary Sketches for Wolverine #304 by Gurihiru
Just got done reading this news article. A comic loving kid, Anthony Smith, wears a hearing aid. Then comes a point where he takes it off and refuses to wear it anymore claiming superheroes don’t wear hearing aids! Desperate for help, Anthony’s mother Christina D’Allesandro wrote to Marvel, hoping to discover a superhero that proved him wrong. That’s where Hawkeye comes in. He wore a hearing aid! So the people over at Marvel sent the mother an issue of Hawkeye, but didn’t stop there. They also made a small issue of Hawkeye and the ‘Blue Ear’ which is what Anthony called his hearing aid.
As I explained yesterday. It’s the small steps. Anthony refused to wear his hearing aid because superheroes don’t. He then finds out one does and bam! He hardly ever takes it off now!
I’m sorry, but… MARVEL4LIFE
Medieval fantasy Avengers:Loki, Hulk, Captain America and Hawkeye.
Art by theDURRRRIAN
Hawkeye’s appearance in Thor.
I’m probably the only one who thinks this is a Black Widow reference and the relationship between Clint and Natasha.
Clint was sent to kill her but it took him too long to pull the trigger. In the end, he rooted for her.
I like that Hawkeye’s in front.
As he should be in this case, IMO. Coming face to face with the dude who mind-napped him for half the movie. The whole moment would’ve had a different effect entirely had someone else been in front. Besides, Clint’s the one with the more threatening weapon. Although Natasha could’ve threatened Loki with the scepter, but, again, would’ve been a different effect altogether. Clint being in front is just right for this scene. I wonder why Whedon put him in front, maybe he’ll explain in the commentary.
FINALLY! HE’S FRONT AND CENTER WHERE HE SHOULD BE!!!! NOT STANDING BEHIND SOMEONE!
I can’t imagine anyone else being in front in this moment, for reals.
It’s also interesting from a character standpoint — it’s kind of a final way of telling us that just because Clint prefers to work from a distance, that doesn’t mean he won’t get up close and personal. Plus what everyone else said.
all of this
I think he’s in front because he’s eager. Because he wants to be the one in Loki’s face. Because Loki did mind-nap him for half the movie, and he’s fuckin’ pissed. Didn’t he say something about, “I guess putting an arrow through Loki’s eye socket will help me sleep at night”?
There is no one, not even Thor, who should be in front more than Hawkeye.
She says, “baby, It’s 3 am I must be lonely”
You know how Natasha’s hair is really long in Iron Man 2 and then for the Avengers it’s completely chopped off? I like to think thats because she got hurt in a mission in between and loses her hair because of a really serious head injury and Clint’s just going to be a mess because she’s hurt and she won’t say much because she never does.
and he tells her she’s beautiful anyway.
no seriously I have a lot of Clint Natasha feelings
WHERE DID ALL THESE TEARS COME FROM?
The line between sleep and consciousness is somewhat blurry when the face you see in your dreams is the one hovering over you when you wake.
“Hey, Tasha.” Clint’s face breaks into a smile so big that its resulting ripples dislodge the two? three? days of sleep crust caked in the corners of his eyes.
Natasha blinks heavily, and the effort is enough to make her groan. “You look… like shit.”
That’s his cue, that’s always their cue: “You look like shit.” “You look like the ass that shat me out.” Because what’s the point of being an assassin’s assassin and a linguist’s linguist if you can’t bait a killer in ten different tongues? But Clint, his mouth flattens and his nostrils flatten and he misses his cue.
The only time he misses a target is if it’s moving too fast or he didn’t really want to hit it. And Natasha isn’t moving.
She risks lifting her head to squint at him more closely, and ah—there it is. She knows what every feature on her body feels like, or is supposed to feel like, and she knows she’s missing one. “I hope you didn’t do something noble, like donate it to kids with cancer or something.”
Clint’s mouth is working, trying to keep the smile going. “I had it made into a mohawk. You can wear it out in public when you’re strong enough to walk without tripping over your own feet.”
“Wear a wig made of my own hair? That’s revolting,” she says, trying to lever herself up to a sitting position.
“You want revolting? You should see the scar on the back of your head. Looks like a map of the Mississippi.”
“I modelled it after… your face.” But that’s too much movement too soon. The room spins around her sickeningly, and her too-light head lolls.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Clint has his bow hand on the back of her neck, holding her still with that gentle, immovable grip only farm workers and assassins possess. He waits until her breathing slows before he releases her to the pillow. “Budge over.” He slides his arms under her slowly, eases her a few inches to the right, then slips into the hospital bed next to her. He has the faintly sour smell of a man who hasn’t washed in days, overlaid with the sharp, cold scent of prolonged fear.
And he’s crying.
She’s only seen Clint cry twice. The first time was when Director Fury’s fourth cousin rubbed the inside of their boss’s eye patch with onions before the swearing in of the 2008 recruits. Fury spent the entirety of his truncated graduation speech trying to ignore the rivers of tears running down his scarred cheeks. He gave up when the sneezing started. Natasha and Clint held in their laughter until after the ceremony, then fled to the bathroom and howled until they cried.
The second time was during the first seven minutes of Up. They don’t talk about Up.
She rubs his head slowly. She’s always loved the feeling of a buzz cut on her palm. “Don’t cry, solnyshko moyo. You’re always saying you’re the sexiest one on the team. Now I look more like you.”
He tries to laugh through a sob and ends up choking. “You don’t look anything like me.”
She mock punches him in the corner of his crooked smile. “That’s because you look like shit.”
He isn’t smiling anymore. He cups her face and rubs slow, gentle lines over her cheekbone with his thumb. “And you’re the most beautiful thing in the world.”
Four Times Clint Barton Spoke at a Wedding and One Time He Spoke at a Funeral
This is a fill from AvengersKink over on lj. I’m not really sure what universe it falls into precisely. I’ve only ever really read the Ultimates and watched the Marvel movies, so my guess is that most of it comes from that.