No, but can we talk about this. HE KNEW THIS MOTHERFUCKER WAS COMING. Either he’d sighted them before or (and this is my thinking, because HAWKEYE) he saw them coming in the windows of another building.
He makes split second calculations and looses an arrow WITHOUT LOOKING, and hits his target dead on.
This isn’t him showing off or anything. It’s tactical. It’s watching your own six while watching someone else’s.
This is years upon years of training, muscle memory, and straight up intelligence that puts most people to shame, all coming into play.
And let’s not forget, SHIELD’s physicists couldn’t figure out the tesseract opened from both sides. Yet Clint did.
When it comes down to it? This man is one of the biggest BAMFS in the Marvelverse, MCU or comics.
Clint’s human. He’s said it himself:
“You cowboy around with the Avengers some. Guys got, what, armor. Magic. Super-powers. Super-strength. Shrink-dust. Grow-rays. Magic. Healing factors. I’m an orphan raised by carnies fighting with a stick and a string from the Paleolithic era. So when I say this looks “bad”? I promise you it feels worse.”
And he does all this. And keeps up with people with superpowers.
I present to you: One of the baddest of asses ever to walk the planet. Clint. Mother. Fucking. Barton.
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#I feel like Clint regrets ever making friends with Nat #he’s like the fuck is she doing? #I’m gonna get hurt and she’s gonna be fine and I’ll get the blame and she’ll get out of it again #’oh no mr fury it was clint’s idea’ yeah. yeah. just because she can kill a man with her thighs she gets away with murder #literally and here’s me #shootin’ guys from forever away and I get all the shit #if I had thighs like that I could kill guys too #wow I accidentally hawkeyed (via kirkandbones)
But do not ask the price I paid
I must live with my quiet rage
Avengers | Welcome to the new age
THAT IS ALL
Still art slumpin’ so I guess that means it’s time for AVENGERS IN A LINE geez how many times have I drawn the Avengers in a line in this exact order. jhatesyourcrocs suggested that I draw the Avengers wearing sweaters and sweaters is my OTHER default mode besides Avengers, so yes obviously
Anyway I think Bruce knitted sweaters for everyone because knitting is a calming pastime, and then Thor was like LOKI IS MY BROTHER AND HE DESERVES A SWEATER TOO and so Bruce made one for Loki with Thor’s design input.
If you told me that I would fall for her all over again, it wouldn’t surprise me.
“You and I remember Budapest very differently.”
HOW TO WOO A SPY IN TEN DAYS (a clint x natasha au)
Natasha Romanoff is killing for hire. Clint Barton has been trailing her for weeks. It’s a harmless game of cat and mouse, except that they have never actually spoken, and he doesn’t know that she knows he is there. Sometimes he loses track of her for days. Those are the days she spends trailing him, watching him watch for her. Those are the days she has off. He’s good, though. She likes him. She’d snap his neck if he gave her half a reason.
Natasha is killing. Clint is trailing her. Interested, nameless parties want her dead, and Clint is supposed to make that happen. But he makes a bet— a stupid bet. It’s the kind of bet that can cost a man his life. He bets that he can bring her in— alive —in only ten days. If not, he’ll pull the trigger. If not, someone else will.
It’s a good thing for her that she’s two steps ahead of him. It’s a good thing, she thinks, that she’s about to get that ‘half a reason’ she’s been waiting for. So when he finally comes out from behind the scope of his gun and says hello, she smiles, and accept the drink he buys her, and even takes him upstairs of her hotel room and shows him a good time. And she doesn’t realize the mistake they both are making until neither of them are killing the other. And ten days seems like a long time when you’re suddenly standing still.