Avengers Clint Barton Novels & Stories

"We got you the thing!" Nestled inside was a Black Widow figure. The Avengers: Age of Ultron vintage version, complete with the batons and that fiercely calm expression. My absolute favorite. My breath caught. "How did you…?" "Mr. Carter picked it," Leo chirped, tugging on the impeccably tailored sleeve of the man sitting stiffly beside him. "He said this was the best one." My eyes snapped to Carter Thorne. He wasn't looking at us. His profile was a sharp, unreadable line against the darkened window, his posture radiating a tense silence. "Mr. Thorne, thank you. That's… incredibly thoughtful of you."

I probably shouldn’t have laughed so much at Clint. But here he is, this Guardian of Alphas, looking like a big tomato. He did seem very sincere when he said he wanted my forgiveness. I’m finding it harder and harder to resist him. Yesterday at training, I thought we would train together again, but my father pulled me in as his training partner and Clint didn’t fight it. Then afterward, my father forbid me from letting Andra train.

Mason squinted his eyes, I could tell he was wondering if he was serious or not. I sighed, “This is Keaton, he the leader of the clan I brought with me. They will help us with this fight.” I stated. “I see. Well, we could use all the hands we could get.” The door suddenly opened again, A figure walked in with a group of people. I stared carefully and realized it was Sansa. My eyes brightened and changed when I saw who she was holding. “ It is Alpha Bolton.” Ava muttered. He was dragged to the front and made to kneel. Bolton's breathe was uneven, his heart skipped when he finally saw me.

Approaching to stab his claws into his chest, Corey broke free and stabbed his claws into Anthony's chest. Anthony growled in pain, and quickly sliced Corey's neck, making Corey fall back. Corey turned back to his human form, just after three seconds of his healing. A proud smile, mixed with superiority and menace, crossed his face. “Clinton. Son of Arnold Kings. Kneel to me.”

“Yours and those of millions of other girls. Thor and Captain America are two of the Holy Chris Trio of MCU.” “The what?” “The Holy Chris Trio. You know, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth and Chris Pratt.” “Oh! Oh wow! Mind. Blown. Why haven’t I noticed that before?” “You’re part of the club, Kate. You officially have a thing for wide-shouldered, tiny-waisted and muscle-bound superheroes.” “I do?”

Tony narrowed his eyes. "I-I mean Marvel is a'ight, I guess? Only hero I ever liked was DC's Batman, though. But dude, why do you have this abomination of a stool?" Dillon furrowed his brow and grinned slightly. "I'll give you that. Batman is a good choice, but not as good a choice as Iron Man, bitch. He's modern day Batman. Gotham's in another universe too. Don't diss my stool, you snot!" Tony pointed at him with two fingers.