soldeirs:
imagine clint and nat just hanging around in one of their safe houses and lounging on the couch while doing research on their next targets and they try to one up each other’s assassination target like “hey my guy bombed 3 major cities in the past 6 months” “well my guy is rumored to be behind the deaths of over 15 big game politicians” “well I’m getting paid more”
(Source: bruuce, via yea-lets-do-this-shit)
officialnatasharomanoff:
steveandbucky:
clint and nat getting into arguments about stupid things and nat calling him ridiculous bird names like ‘bluetit’ and ‘penguin’ just to watch him get irrationally angry over it like “PENGUINS AREN’T EVEN REAL BIRDS!” and “I’M A HAWK! A HAWK!” and her responding with “whatever you say, goose”
and one day in the middle of a fight, he just stops yelling and looks at her and whispers, “brown recluse.” she doesn’t talk to him for two days.
MADLY in love with this headcanon.
(via yea-lets-do-this-shit)
guyofhawks:
I would imagine that Clint is on a first name basis with a lot of New York’s emergency responders.
Hurt and in the back of an ambulance?
The driver is like “Clint Barton is that you again?“
“Yeah, it’s me, you know I like helping people every way I can. Like letting you earn your paycheck, Barry.“
Need police assistance?
“Hey, Doris, yeah it’s Clint, I need some help. Oh yeah, Lucky is fine. How’s the husband? Oh that cheating bastard.“
Caught dangling from a telephone wire because the jump to the other roof was farther than expected?
“Honestly, Karl, I don’t do this on purpose. No, it isn’t an excuse to get to climb down the engine ladder or play in the fire truck.”
Mistaken for a burglar for trying to help some little old lady and sitting in the back of police cruiser?
“You aren’t going to tell Doris about this are you Meredith?”
(Source: sierragolfoneniner, via fireflyca)