Let’s have a quick talk about Clint Barton. This little shit is an orphan who grew up in the circus and somehow managed to become an avenger. This DEAF motherfucking ARCHER was asked by Tony Stark to be Captain America and he said no. He said NO to becoming Captain America. He finds out some random 20 y/o girl becomes Hawkeye while hes “dead” and what does he do? He tells her the world is big enough for TWO HAWKEYES and they form a team and he tries act as a mentor. They are both Hawkeye. Not Hawkeye and lady-Hawkeye. Just two Hawkeyes. He fights street crime when he’s not on missions. He’s friends with his neighbors. He made an ultron costume for Halloween. When his brother stole all his money and bought an island, he got over it. He rescued and adopted a one eyed dog named lucky/pizza dog. Did I mention he’s deaf? And can’t hear without hearing aids. And he wears his own merchandise. He wears Hawkeye underwear. Hawkeye wears Hawkeye underwear.
SOMETIMES I am just like, look. Kate has literally never met the Clint that Clint is when he isn’t depressed and self-destructive. That guy wore head to toe purple, occasionally a miniskirt, lived to sass the fuck out of Captain America, only needs about six hours of sleep and if he isn’t talking, he’s singing. He’s fun. He would take mirror selfies and say hell yes to matching tattoos,
knitting in the dark 