Avengers Clint 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’m afraid if she even touches me that I’ll explode in my pants. I head over to speak to my patrols, making sure they haven’t smelled anything off today. I spend more time than is necessary going through their patrol schedule, but since Clint is gone and war is pending, it’s necessary. ‘Keep telling yourself that, Alpha,’ Clovis says sarcastically. When I get inside, I see a call from Clint and I call him back immediately. “Hey, how did everything go with the vampire war?” I ask him.

Clown’s subordinates on the second floor kept spraying their guns at Alex. Alex tore a door off the minivan and placed it on his head as a shield. “What the hell! Is he The Hulk?!” Hunter exclaimed as he was dumbfounded, with his mouth agape. Alex hurriedly ordered Zendaya to keep singing as to disrupt the actions of Clown’s subordinates while calling out to Hunter, “Hey, Stoermer, come with me!” However, it turned out that Hunter was in daze after being influenced by Zendaya’s singing, his mobility had become very slow.

“Very true. I was still pretty young, not yet Alpha of my pack, during that battle, so I never really got to know him, but I remember my parents said he was a good guy. They always appreciated everything he and the other bear shifters did to help us against the vamps.” “Forgive me, Alpha, I forgot that you would have been old enough to fight in that battle. Would you like to join us for the meeting later this morning after Leader Bruno arrives?” I ask. I truly did forget. Despite the salt and pepper grey hair, Connor’s movie star looks make him seem ageless in a way that had me thinking he would have still been just a touch too young to fight in that battle.

He was a good man, a great Guardian and a wonderful father. After paying his respects and speaking of Clint’s life and sacrifices for his family and the pack, Rik opens the floor to anyone who wants to say something about Clint. Many of the older warriors recount times in their youth when he helped them or times when he would defeat them in sparring or mock battles. Other warriors talk about meeting him more recently and how much they learned from him. I can see Anders in the front row between Cara and Luna Calista. His head is bowed and I know if I could see his eyes that they would be red-rimmed. The bond they shared was a brotherhood, not quite as strong as a mate bond, but pretty close.

"Forget about him. I can still consider being acquainted with you based on past friendship." Anthony had become an unbearable presence for Jane since the night The Watkins was turned on its head. Clint dared not say more, afraid that Jane would refuse to see even him in the future. He tactfully changed the topic, "Jane, where do you want to go? You've been drinking, I'll drive you." Clint was Anthony's subordinate. When Anthony infiltrated The Watkins, Clint pretended to be his direct subordinate as part of the bodyguard system. Young Jane was even more outspoken than she is now, with a big reputation and a big ego. Most of the big troubles she caused were personally resolved by Anthony, whi

“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?”

“Uh, no. Hard pass, man.” “Why?” Ryder looked completely confused. “Because I enjoy having functioning bones.” Ryder let out a laugh. “Come on, you look like you’d make the team. You’ve even got the build.” “Yeah, and you’ve got the build to wrestle bears. Doesn’t mean you should.” Clint leaned back in his own chair, taking a muffin out of his saucer and biting into it. “Besides, I think I prefer to watch and cheer from the stands. With my girlfriend of course.” He added after a few beats, and I almost didn’t hear because of how almost full his mouth was.

“What are you doing here, Annalise? Who invited you? And I know for fact that Ethan’s circle wouldn’t. And Claudia would rather die than have to invite a gamma, regardless of who she is.” “Not everything that happens in this world revolves around you, Xavier,” I said sweetly, turning to face him. “Believe it or not, I do have other acquaintances besides you. Alpha Ethan and I go back quite a while. The idea of me not telling you is just a matter of a small game. It was to respect you, Alpha.” He gave a humorless laugh. “You expect me to believe that? That Ethan would actually want to be around you? Or that you would tolerate being in this lavish world?”

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.