Friendly reminder that you’re allowed to like a thing without knowing every single fact about the thing
You’re allowed to like a movie without having to know every crew member’s name
You’re allowed to like a book without having to memorize every page
You’re allowed to like a video game without having to know all the Easter eggs and cheat codes
You’re allowed to like things and not be an expert on things
Liking things isn’t supposed to be stressful
“Starting to root for this guy” as in “They sent me to kill her and I made another call” kind of root for this guy? Did he and Coulson make a deal after the whole whoops-Black-Widow-is-now-an-asset-sorry-Coulson deal where Coulson made Hawkeye promise to tell him when he started rooting for the person he was supposed to shoot in the head? How many times has this been a problem for Hawkeye? Is he, like, known in SHIELD for being the agent who might adopt the target you sent him to kill?
I firmly believe that this is what happened with him and Natasha. Like, Fury gives Clint the order, the next thing he knows Barton’s dragging Natasha in being like BOSS CAN I PLEASE KEEP HER I PROMISE TO CLEAN UP ANY BODY PARTS SHE LEAVES LYING AROUND PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEEEEEASE
Head Canon Accepted
Hawkeye is sent to kill people, but Fury knows he has a talent for picking up talent and potential no one else sees. And SHIELD knows Hawkeye can talk people around to his point of view (see: Natasha), so they let him. He’s both an assassin and a top recruiter for SHIELD.
narya86 relevant to what we discussed yesterday ;)
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ameliarating said: Clint and Natasha, if Clint had had a cameo in Cap 2 (like he should have -bitters-)
Clint is a fucking professional, thank you, and that is the only reason he isn’t panting as he arrives at the random address Natasha texted him, alongside their codeword that means “SHIELD’s been compromised,” what is frankly the creepiest emoji he’s ever seen, and a request.
He took a long circuitous route, losing any tails that might have been trying to follow him, but he doesn’t blame the guy at the door for looking at him like he might be a spy (which, you know, he IS). But eventually the man cracks a grin. “Sam Wilson,” he says, offering a hand.
Clint shakes it. “Clint Barton.” He holds up the package. “Nat asked me for this?”
"Oh, thank god," Natasha says, coming from out of nowhere to lift the flat iron out of his hands.
#TRULY THE MOST PERFECT POST #HEADCANON INSTANTLY ACCEPTED #also in the bag clint brings: #her favorite brown eyeshadow (she uses it for eyeliner and brows okay; it’s necessary) #an angled liner brush #one of the 70 tubes of nude lipstick she’s left at clint’s apartment over the years #and clean socks and underwear #’your emergency kit is eye makeup a flat iron lipstick and underwear?’ sam asks #natasha rolls her eyes #’of course it is. you can find weapons anywhere; do you know what a pain in the ass it is to find a comfortable bra in my size?’ #(she doesn’t mention that clint’s emergency kit is exactly the same #barton’s really weird about who knows how much work he puts into his hairstyle) (x)
this game is why I have trust issues