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Shield Agent Barton AKA 'The Hawk'

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Clint Barton, on assignment in *static* for a company called, well... That's classified. Any other questions go to that box labeled 'Ask.' |V: This looks bad (Mainverse): Loosely based off Fraction's Hawkeye comics (Jensen Ackles FC). [V: Doors open from both sides (Second Verse.) Based off the movies. (Jeremy Renner FC).
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Can you lick the science? An abbreviated list.

Genetics: Do not. Unless cheek swabs?

Chemistry: NO!!!!! DO NOT!!!!!!

Archaeology: Perhaps. But might be human bone.

Geology: Sometimes needed, sometimes dangerous 

Psychology: Best not.

Physics: ????????? How??????

Zoology: In zoology, science licks you. 

Anthropology: Maybe ask first.

Herpetology: bad plan bad plan BAD PLAN

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whisperwhisk

Sociology: Yes, if you have time and dedication and a willingness to piss a lot of people off.

Botany: You might hallucinate or die, OR it might be delicious

Computer Science: the tingle of electricity on your tongue is how you know it’s working

Epidemiology: FOR THE SAKE OF THE WORLD PLEASE DO NOT

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carpebutts

Linguistics: Despite the name, please probably don’t.

Engineering: Maybe, but it’ll probably taste like spreadsheets 

Software engineering: nothing else has made the code work so you might as well try it

Neuroscience: that is someone’s brain. no. do not

Marine biology: you can try, but you’ll probably just get a mouthful of seawater

Astronomy: look, if your dedication to lick Uranus is what it takes get humankind to another planet, then so be it

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Alright folks, gather round.

I’m going to be moving Clint over to a different blog to be rebooted and this one will be archived. Select relationships will be kept, others it might just be better to reboot those than try and remember where we were.

I’ll be posting a link to the new blog once it’s set up. Thank you for your patience.

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Wanda took the book, frowning at the clues. She had seen crosswords before, of course, but mostly in Sokovian. One in Russian. Examining the little boxes and trying to figure out the clue, but her English wasn’t spectacular yet. “Mmphf,” she hummed noncommittally, and passed the paper back. “Why it is so difficult for you?”

Clint studied her expression and guessed that it must have looked like complete gibberish to her. He picked it up and picked a clue at random. “Any idea who the winner of the 1986 super bowl was off the top of your head? Five letters?” He asked. “Sports never were my thing. Sometimes the answers you’re looking for just don’t spring to mind as easy as a ‘Six letter word for a place that boats dock.”

He set it down on the table, flashing her a faint smile. “Something on your mind Wanda?”

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Staring down at the floor between them instead of the man offering such kind hospitality, Wanda nodded sheepishly and tried to believe his wish of welcome. Tried not to think about whether he was worth her brother’s life. Then again, every time Cooper or Lila ran through she couldn’t help thinking yes, yes, of course Pietro would have wanted to die for this family to remain whole.

“You are doing puzzle?” she asked, trying to show some interest in…anything. “It is very difficult?”

He picked up the puzzle and looked at it before he offered it to her. "For me it is. Maybe you’ll have better luck with it.” Clint pushed the paper over to her. It was nothing fancy, just a crossword puzzle from the local Sunday paper. There were only a few answers written in, the rest was all hers if she was interested.

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It had been three weeks since the Avengers touched down in America, but Wanda still felt like the ground was breaking apart beneath her feet. She tried to focus on the present, on the future, but instead her mind kept drifting back to the hours she spent on that Helicarrier, sitting a makeshift shiva over her brother’s body. The Captain had been kind enough to cover the corpse with a sheet, as was customary, but Wanda insisted on being the one to sit with him no matter how tired. Nineteen years old, no family, no home, no country. Stranded.

“You have beautiful home,” she told Clint. Trying not to flinch every time she looked at him could have landed her a gold in the Olympics, she was getting such practice. “I hope you will tell me when I overstay my welcome.”

After what felt like weeks away from home, nothing felt as good as sleeping in his own bed and watching after his kids. Everyone agreed that the compound wasn't the best place for wanda, not yet, so it felt right that she stayed with him and his family as long as she needed to.

He looked up from his crossword when she spoke, setting the pencil down. "Thanks. You're welcome to stay as long as you want to."

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