Tag: clint barton

captn-sara-holmes:

templeait:

~two assassins sitting on a beam~

S-N-I-P-I-N-G

…Yeah Clint’s not really sitting, but he’s trying, okay?

I am now WinterHawk trash! I blame @april-429 for opening my eyes and @captn-sara-holmes for everything else (can’t tag for some reason, but we all know who is at fault xD)

(Was going to stay out of CW, but looks like in Soviet Russia, the side chooses you. I regret everything.)

I have never been gladder to be blamed for something.

This is GORGEOUS. I my head the next panel is Bucky holding onto Clint’s ankle while he looks sheepish and tries to insist that no, he didn’t slip.

sauron-in-the-tardis:

the-gunlady:

The Avengers + expository cinematography 

#THIS MOVIE DID THIS SO WELL OKAY IT MAKES ME REALLY EXCITED #AND GIFS DO NOT DO IT JUSTICE AT ALL #literally look #clint swooping down from the sky like a fuckin bird #nat straight-up like a spider in a web surrounded by trapped flies #thor riding in on some fucking lightning what did u expect? #bruce is literally in a green cage #tony is presented as iron man first – zooming off toward the city that’s about to be destroyed #cap is alone in a gym from his own time period which he promptly wrecks #i mean GUYS

fever dreams and nine-minute miles

breakthecitysky:

A couple of months ago there was an episode of the War College podcast focused on snipers (this is not a rec, unless military affairs are your thing, this not a very slick or well-produced 30 minutes a week, but I run and commute a lot and I’m a nerd?).  The hosts had on a guy who was a HUGE history buff and has a website that details all kinds of craziness and they’re talking about snipers and how historically they were not the heroes we tend to pump them up to be now, but thought of more as weasels, men (historically) afraid to be in the real fight. 

Anyway, it turns out that as far as this guy can tell the first recorded instance of sniping (he makes a big deal out of recorded vs actual, but blah blah blah whatever) was when Richard the Lionheart was felled by a a sniper using a crossbow. (Okay, arguably Richard I died because surgeons at the time really were butchers and his wounds got infected, but the arrow started it all, right?)

Anyway, miles six through eight of my run this morning was devoted to mentally dialoguing Bucky and Clint arguing over weapons of choice and how it was a bow that started it all.

Look, it’s raining, I was on a treadmill, I needed something to amuse me. And you know they would.