Hawkeye / Clint Barton

"The city is flying, we’re fighting an army of robots and I have a bow and arrow. None of this makes sense." + Experienced writer + Descriptive + Mix of MCU and 616 + DM's are always open for plotting + Avengers SLs and Agents of SHIELD SLs, bring it to me.

He spent the whole day in the barn, where construction noise could be heard. Was he finally fixing the tractor? Of course no. That thing can stay broken forever, he was building an obstacle course for Lucky to train and have fun.

"Christmas. You're part of the family, like Natasha. And like her, you'll spend Christmas with us. Also, don't worry, you won't have to wear a sweater. But Kate might try to convince you to."

"Okay, that's it, you'll spend Christmas at my homestead. You can't say no. Also, Kate will be there"

Cue Clint entering the room, happily announcing: "She's dressed for the day! Fashionable tiny witchy, don't you think?"

Lucky greatly welcome the last, his mouth slightly opened in that characteristic "dog smile", his tail wagging calmly from side to side. "My kids picked up this costume. Lucky is just too chill, he's just happy to be there." He said with a chuckle. "How's Goose? Being a while..."

// Clint would totally get confused about why his teenage daughter was talking like a Victorian British lady until he realizes it's part of her vampire princess thing, but you can bet he would have the biggest, brightest and proudest smile at her playing the piano with him <3 //

"Remind me what your costume is about, besides overall goth, sweetheart?" "I'm a vampire princess, father. Take me to the piano, let's play together." "....why you're talking like Victorian British lady?" // Halloween at the Barton's. Daughter's FC: London Thor //

"I'm glad you guys really liked Sherlock Golden. Our "little" detective is doing what he does better (besides cuddling and fetching), sniffing for hidden treats!"

Their little one is already sleeping. It just took her one song today. Can he offer his fiancée a massage?

She's welcome to pet the little Sherlock Golden any time she wants. He's just the friendliest "little" bean (he's 1,5, but he's a Golden Retriever, so he's a big boy).

"For Halloween, I present you, Sherlock Golden. Detectives Lila and Cooper's loyal partner."

Clint couldn't help but to laugh. If she knew how weirdly the Avengers were with each other when it all started... "Well, if you guys ever need a marksman, just let me know. I'll be happy to help." He can't guarantee Valentina's safety if she even looks at him, however.

"Don't be so harsh on your father. He's a good guy." Better than his was, that's for sure. "Bob is your Hulk. Shame you guys don't have a Hawkeye. Maybe you should pitch Kate. Although...you guys might be too crazy for her."