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You've broken your chains—
—but are you really f r e e ?

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Indie | Selective | Private
Clint Barton
aka Hawkeye

MCU-based w/ minor 616
Canon-divergent

EST. Oct 22 2014
Written by Skyler





fearshown said: "Who do you think you are?"

Violence and Anger :: accepting

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   There’s a wince, purely by reflex, from the archer–
   and it took damn near all of his strength, all of his
   courage, to look up at the witch. At the only sibling
   left alive. Because of him.

   Guilt is plain as day in granite eyes; a heavy sorrow
   he can only barely feel underneath the mix of shock,
   pain and confusion at what had just transpired. Clint
   could understand Wanda’s sadness, her ANGER. He
   knew what it was like to lose a sibling… but not work
   with the instrument of their murder. Pietro had died
   for him, a man he hadn’t known for more than a day,
   and left the side of his sister who knew and loved him
   all his LIFE. It was terribly, cruelly unfair.

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   He let his gaze drop back down, crippled by the weight
   of his shame, down to the undeniable proof of his guilt.
   He was an Avenger, and yet– he’d let this happen. This
   was his fault.

      “…No one yer brother should’ve died fer.”

   That was the truth, too. If there was one thing that Clint
   Barton never, ever wanted, in all of his life— it was for
   someone to DIE for him.

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rageistruth:

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Oh, this one knew just how to rub him the wrong
way. Why did he have to go and do that? It never
ended well.

“I am not blind to the fact a man made me. I am
not blind to the fact that my desires are his own.
However, I have thrive where your kinds fails. I
require no validation, no praise. I feel no such
thing as guilt or happiness. I feel nothing. Man
would benefit from trying that, then again you
may just destroy each other and your world
even more.”

What was he going to do? Shoot him? Really?
Were we not beyond this waste of ammunition?
Desperation brings about more oddities of man.
Ultron stared at the weapon with a cocked helm.

“You and I must have different definitions of a loss.
I quite like the way things are going.”

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      “Y’feel NOTHIN’, ‘eh? Dunno ‘bout tha’. Y’seem pretty perturbed
      ri’now, ‘n I’ve seen y’angry. Also seen y’happy, in a weird sorta
      way. ‘N– there’s… other things, too.”

   Things he’d rather not mention or go into, like the automaton’s creepy as fuck
   obsession with exploring and using his body, in obliquely sexual that bordered
   on human LUST, and Clint really did not want to think about it that way.

      “Man would benefit learnin’ from yer mistakes; ‘n from th’mistake
       tha’ made you. Beyond tha’– we’d probably benefit from y’takin’
       a goddamn HIKE s’well. Shall I escort you?”

   Clint smirked and rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck side to side in a
   manner that belied confidence– false confidence, but hey he was good at
   lying with his face.

       “D’ya? Hm. Pretty sure if y’did, y’wouldn’ ‘ave threatened t’splatter
       m’brains all over th’pavement. If yer threatening, s’must mean yer
       not satisfied wit’ th’status quo. Wha’s wrong? Mad ‘cause ‘yer bitch’
       s’talkin’ back t’ya?

       Well y’better GET FUCKIN’ USED TO IT.”

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Corrupt Sight [Closed RP]

liigamentum:

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Ultron stared at the little bird, while he struggled to fight off what was ultimately seizing control over this one’s entire mind. A virus like none other, and one all-too familiar to the man. Like a drug did it consume and burn through every cell, in order to take what was always ultimately his… Control… Memories of the last this sort of power was used on the man’s mind, all came flooding to the self-thinking automaton’s mind; of the time before he was who he was… When merely only gold and shimmering stone was his life… 

Knowing… Feeling… and being this man’s conscious for a time. A floodgate of emotions being turned away, and churning into something far worse than them – a blankness devoid of everything.

     “Ah…”

Closing his eyes for a moment, reveling in the way this one continued to fight it off – Continued to oppose what was most definitely his blazing end.

     “That’s it, Barton… Give it all to me. Your memories… Your heart.
       Again, as if it is all so new, I can feel you. The tiniest bird being
      caged in an even tinier set of bars… Wings trapped, and a mind
      just as lost… But I will make you whole.”

Red irises opening from beneath lids, and he took a step forward. Getting inches away from that placid face, and a smirk on his own features. The elation from winning was truly felt, and Ultron raised a hand up to stroke the side of Clint’s cheek. Lightly pressing sharp digits into the softness of skin, enough to cause the smallest of punctures for prickles of blood.

       “Oh, don’t you look magnificent! A perfect little puppet… But…”

Tapping his finger to the man’s temple, then, and the jolt of electricity there giving him something special.

        “Why not a little gift? Let’s not have you completely mindless, hm?…
          Let’s have the bird get a peak of himself. Whaddya say?”

|| @hawkinthenest ||

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   What choice did he have but to let the alien power rise and overwhelm him?
   He didn’t let it, but it seized control all the same; arresting his free will and
   setting it behind bars. Locked in a cage and thrown into an ocean so cold, so
   deep– yet he could not die even as he DROWNED in it.

   At least then, though, whenever this happened since the scepter had touched
   upon his chest and froze a portion of his heart, he didn’t have to worry about
   what someone else did with the other half. Clint would fall beneath the waves
   for a time, and he’d awaken to the terrible things he’d done under their sleepless
   embrace– but he’d always been able to WAKE UP. Lost control eventually
   returned, the hawk was able to fly free once more. At least then he was only
   a captive of his own mind… but not anymore.

   He didn’t flinch or withdraw as the seven-foot automaton approached inches
   away from his face; glacier-blue eyes staring back, blank but attentively. Even
   as the SHARP points of vibranium fingers drew lines of red on his cheek, the
   archer didn’t move a muscle, or say a word. It was almost INHUMAN– how
   unreactive he was to what would have caused at least moderate discomfort
   to most people; never mind having a giant evil murderbot close enough to
   kiss you.

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   No, it wasn’t until a digit tapped against his temple that Clint’s mannequin-esque
   demeanor was broken, and the lids of his eyes grew wide, as something stirred
   in the flooded crevices of his psyche. It was like a hard TAP against the cage his
   true persona was trapped in, dormant and helpless. The waves parted; just enough
   to allow room for the drowning hawk to awaken and BREATHE again, but never
   swim to shore. A familiar awareness flickered in his eyes; still that unnatural,
   EERIE blue with crimson circling it, but there was a light in them that hadn’t been
   there before– a human light. The reflection of his mortal mind, lost in an alien abyss.

      ( Where… am I? Wha’s goin’ on? )

   Barton couldn’t speak, couldn’t move or control any part of his body, but thoughts
   echoed to serve as his only VOICE. Suddenly recognizing that Ultron was in front
   of him – and way too close at that! – his first mental impulse was to back away,
   and find his weapon. But his body wouldn’t obey; it did nothing, even as he tried
   to will his feet to move or his head to turn. It was like living in a statue, able to see
   and feel everything, but control NONE of it.

      ( Wh–Wha’? Wha’ s’this? Wha’ ‘ave y’DONE t’me?! )

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rageistruth:

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“Am I? If garbage is so durable, humans may have
to consider rolling around it in more, right? Oh come
on, Barton. You are going to excuse me of staying the
same? Are you going to throw away all my accomplishments?
How your group of monstrosities can never kill me? How
I adapt to every piss poor scheme? I’ve tried to think like
you do and there is simply no logic behind it.”

Rage. So much rage, but what kept the automaton calm…
was the fear. There was something far too good about
pulling that from someone. It was, dare he say, exciting.

So he played with that fear, immediately closing the small
space between them.

“Perhaps you are right. Nothing will change your mind.
Better to just splatter it against the pavement, right?”

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      “Durability has nothin’ t’do wit’ it– or yerself, fer tha’ matter.
      Y’wouldn’ EXIST if it weren’ fer humanity. ‘N no matter how
      much y’physically change, yer mentality remains th’same;
      yer accomplishments ‘ave always been fer the same purpose,
      over ‘n over.

      Face it, Ultron: yer a HUMAN construct, ‘n no matter how many
      of us y’kill or oppress, th’stain of humankind will always be on
      you. ‘N it’s startin’ t’show, more ‘n more. Pride; ego. Anger. A
      desire t’be accepted, t’have yer existence validated. It’s not
      th’thinkin’ part tha’ has no logic fer you– it’s th’feelin’ part.”

   Much as Clint tried to keep himself calm and under control, the instinct
   to preserve his life, his health – both mental and physical – and the fact
   that the automaton was threatening both of those things… he couldn’t help
   but respond in the typical flight-or-fight manner for human survival.

   When the space between himself and Ultron was quickly closed, he jerked
   and jumped back in surprise, quickly taking another few steps as his hand
   impulsively went for the Glock at his hip. It figures he’d left his bow at home;
   not like he expected to be jumped by a familiar genocidal robot.

      “…If y’intended t’do tha’, y’already would’a done it. Y’could jus’
      be a good sport ‘bout losin, turn ‘round ‘n jus’— go away?”

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rageistruth said: I want a kiss.

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES

(5/3) – because I say there are no limits on hawk kisses.

      “Y’wan’ a kiss? FINE—”

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      “Kiss THIS, asshole!”

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      “Well– not tha’ y’really deserve it, but…”

   More like Clint was uneasy about what might happen if he DID
   deny Ulysses his desired kiss; but it wasn’t like the archer didn’t
   like kissing his boyfriend anyway. So there’s only a moment of
   hesitation before he gives him what he wants, arms wrapping
   around his back and shoulders before crushing their lips together.

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      “How amusingly sentimental of you.”

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rageistruth:

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“Oh please spare me. I am unsure if you have ventured
outside that little echo chamber of yours, but humanity
has been doomed for years. Every day you fight me is
another day you’re forcing peace and safety away. I
want to help. I have to.”

He had him now. What he wouldn’t give to be able to
truly smile right now just to rub it in the monster’s face.

“You are my bitch. I thought this was already established.
Perhaps you require a reminder, Barton? Because you
have certainly forgotten your place and I would be all
too happy to escort you back.”

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      “No need t’spare you. Yer probably MADE of spares.
       Jus’ a recycled trash dump of th’same constan’ ideas,
       th’same generalized notions ‘bout th’world ‘n humanity.
       Y’don’ know half a’wha’ y’think y’do. Reality changes,
       but you? Yer DOOMED t’stay th’same.

       Humans can adapt, evolve, CHANGE– but not you.
       Yer programmed. So there’s no point in me arguin’
       why yer wrong. Like tryin’ t’describe a sunset t’a blind
       man. Y’won’ SEE anythin’ no matter wha’ I say.”

   When Ultron insisted on demeaning him, and enforcing it, too—
   the hawk grew wary. Muscles tensed like a bird about to fly away,
   and everything inside him screamed to do so; especially when the
   A.I. threatened to remind him of his ‘place’ and escort him back.

      “‘Course you’d think tha’– yer delusional s’all fuck.
       There’s nothin’ t’remind me of; I know damn well wha’
       I am ‘n wha’ I ain’, yer not gonna change tha’.”

   The archer withdrew a cautious step backwards—

      “Piss off.”

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rageistruth:

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“Only the last hope of humanity. One would
think you’d be grateful. Besides. Are you not
a pet? Like a dog.

Is that the best insult you can come up with?
Please. You’ve gone soft.

Down, bitch.”

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      “If yer th’last ‘hope’ of humanity, it’s already DOOMED.
      Grateful fer a diabolical murderbot tha’ wan’s t’eradicate
      humanity ‘n rule over th’ashes? Yeah, I think not.”

   Eyes narrowed and brows knitted at being compared to a pet dog,
   and then darkening with a faint twitch of his upper lip in impulse
   to snarl. Being called a bitch, however, made his hands clench
   into fists at his sides.

      “I ain’ anybody’s bitch– ‘n most certainly not YER’S.

       Such a filthy mouth you’ve grown. Yer becomin’ more
       ‘n more like th’humans y’despise. Ain’ tha’ ironic?”

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@rageistruth​ replied to your post “On a scale of one to ten, how immensely honored are you to have me…”

“My. Now isn’t that rude. I thought I taught you better.”
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      “—Taught me better? Jus’ who th’fuck d’ya think y’are,
       t’talk ‘bout me like m’some house pet fer you t’TRAIN?

       Go back to th’fuckin’ junkyard y’crawled outta, Ultrash.”

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rageistruth said: "On a scale of one to ten, how immensely honored are you to have me back to throw you into the ground repeatedly?"

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      “…Fuck— Not YOU again. ‘ow ‘bout a negative
       three-thousand, trashcan?

      N’ honestly, I’d be much more ‘honored’ t’reverse
      th’scenario.”

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psivenefica-deactivated20160819 said: "It was an honor to fight with you."

Toy Story 3 Meme :: accepting!

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   FAR was he from trusting the witch; she’d taken over the minds
   of his comrades, and tried to do the same with him as well– not
   to mention sending the Hulk on a RAGE through a populated city.

   But, right now, he NEEDED her help; they all did. Clint wasn’t going
   to question her change of alliance, for now. a tentative ALLY was
   than a for certain enemy, after all.

      “ Well, don’ get too COMFY jus’ yet. There’s still more a’these
        damned robots t’kill, ‘n I don’ plan on stoppin’ ‘til they’re all
        DEAD, or I am.

                            Let’s go kick some METAL ASS, ‘eh? ”

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hydraspeed:

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“I thought you were tired from all the times I’ve knocked your ass down. It’s not so bad, you see. Nobody ever sees it COMING.”

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      “ Not a CHANCE in Hell, kid. N’ if I knew yer mug was
        runnin’ a’me, I wouldn’ wanna SEE it comin’ either. ”

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hydraspeed:

@hawkinthenest

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“–getting tired, old MAN?”

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      “ Yea’– gettin’ kinda tired a’yer ATTITUDE, tha’ is. ”

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psivenefica:

@hawkinthenest​ continued here

she could FEEL the drugs taking hold in her system, but they were a little strong for the tiny witch. she grasped onto the counter in front of her and let out a soft sigh. sleep. she needed sleep and hoped that she would feel better in the morning. 

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“ can you j-just help me to the c-couch please? ”

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   CONCERN was quick to take over the archer’s features as Wanda
   became quickly and increasingly overcome by the drugs. Perhaps
   he should have used a smaller dosage, instead of his own usual one.
   Damn it, he should have thought of that before he gave it to her! Was
   it even safe to use with alcohol? He was pretty sure, he had done it
   himself, but– fuck, he wasn’t going to be responsible for failing BOTH
   of the Maximoff twins. He was already guilty for causing her brother’s
   death, and Clint felt utterly terrible about it; but it was the witch who
   suffered more than any of them… he knew that. Which was why he
   took it upon himself to WATCH over Wanda as often and thoroughly
   as he could, when he could. Thankfully watching was something that
   Hawkeye was an expert at.

      “ O–Of course. Sorry, I was jus’ tryin’… t’help. ‘Ere, I got ya. ”

   Strong arms moved to position themselves behind her, one at her
   back and the other beneath her knees, to scoop up the small woman
   bridal style and carry her over to the couch, as quickly but carefully
   as he could, and settling her down on the cushions.

      “ Uh– s’there anythin’ I can get ya? Water, maybe? ”

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noxstringsxonxme:

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       “Is this all you are, Barton? All talk and no action?
        I’ve yet to see you even try and take me down…
        And I know that I’m not in a damn cage, maybe
        you’re speaking of the mental kind? Now, that –
        I can play along with…! This metal shell! It certainly
        is like one, I’ll say!”

|| @hawkinthenest ||

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      “ S’yer memory tha’ BAD? Maybe yer hard drive’s finally reached
        it’s limit, eh? Y’don’ recall tha’ whole fuckin’ stint in th’woods, bud?
        Wha’ d’ya think m’goal was, there? Jus’ out fer a lil’ HIKE? Came
        t’chat ‘n ‘ave some tea? Fuck off, Ultron. Y’damn well know m’goal
        is ‘n will always be takin’ yer scrap-metal ass down.

        S’fer th’cage yer in… yer in multiple cages, really. A mental cage,
        where y’can’ THINK fer yerself; only wha’ever y’were programmed
        wit’. An emotional cage, where all y’know s’anger, ‘n pride, ‘n self-
        righteousness. Sounds kinda like someone else tha’ I know. ”

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@noxstringsxonxme​:

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“You couldn’t put me in a cage, even with all of your resources…”

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      “Tha’s why we don’ NEED all’a our resources. All it takes
      s’me t’put y’in a damn cage. –Or maybe yer already in one.”

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