Clint Barton Avengers Novels & Stories

~Serena~ “Seth,” Alpha Oren’s voice was a calm warning, “command Clint to stand down.” I tried to be as calm as Alpha Oren, but when I spun on my heels and met Clint’s glowing eyes, my heart hammered in my chest. He stood at the kitchen entry, his shoulders stiff and broad like a cobra ready to attack. “Stand down, Clint,” Alpha Seth allowed a sliver of his alpha command to slither around Clint. The latter shook his head, a turmoil brewing inside him.

Was this guy asking for his death? “You motherf*cker...” Barton burst into a fiery rage. If he just intended to remove the arms of Tyr and his group previously, now he had made up his mind to take them all out. He rushed forward, whereas his subordinate followed suit. Even all the crews of Hapi Clubhouse in their surrounding area lunged forward to surround them.

“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.

✮•✮•✮•✮ ••BLACK VENOM COB•• Demetrius was seen sitting at strip club in the clan with a stick of tobacco on his lips as he watched three women dance nakedly on the pole. "Nice" He smirked. Clyde walked in the club. The club was usually empty in the day so it was easy to spot Demetrius. "Godfather" Clyde walked to him and bowed. "Clyde, any good news so far?" He asked, puffing out smoke from his lips. "Not yet, we've been on the low key like you ordered us to do. Doctor Von Barrett sent me to inform you that our second prototype for the memory editing project is successfully completed" Clyde said and Demetrius smiled widely.

"If my guard doesn't hear my voice, reporters and police will have this place surrounded within minutes. I'm sure the internet would be very interested in Mr. Barton's birthday party." Clint's face turned cold. "Are you threatening me?" The phone kept ringing. Chloe Bishop answered. "I'm fine. Call me again in five minutes." She hung up and gave Clint a polite smile. "That's not a threat. That's self-preservation." Maya Bronx stepped up beside Clint and snapped at Chloe Bishop, "Who do you think you are, Chloe Bishop? Mr. Barton likes you—he doesn't care that you're divorced—and this is how you repay him?"

Kendrick didn't know who he was, but he could see Cliff brightening at his appearance. "In the past, there was no such precedent, which is why people like Cliff appeared. So, I'm changing the rules now. Do you have any objections? You're Trenton, Cliff's brother, aren't you?" Arthur's gaze shot toward him sharply, even pointing out his identity as he spoke. Trenton smiled awkwardly. He didn't dare to challenge Arthur's decision. So, he could only retreat. But others stopped him, and guards stepped forward to hold him down.

It had happened more than a decade ago, after all. Clint had been a week outside taking his final vows and being inducted into the order when he’d found Alva, standing on the doorstep of his small apartment, trembling in the middle of a harsh winter snow, with mascara trails going down her cheeks and those angry bruises and fractured jaw. He’d taken her in and cared for her like a broken bird. He’d given her sanctuary from Elliott .

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.

No wonder Horton kept lingering here, refusing to leave. Lyana probably came over because this place looked safe. It was not long before a middle-aged man wearing a suit of elegant brocade appeared in the side hall with two young men who looked like his disciples. "I'm the villa lord of Snow Reflecting Mountain Villa, Barton Cliff, also known as the Snow Reflecting Divine Blade. Pleased to meet you." Barton looked like he lived a comfortable life. He looked more like a noble than a pugilist. Chase stood up and said, "Nice to meet you, Lord Barton. I'm Chase Collins, the master of the Miracle Doctor Sect."

Genji said as he pulled out his holo phone. “DON'T YOU DARE SEND IT TO MAIKA AND GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!” Clayton shouted. Genji and Willow rolled their eyes as they laughed at the sergeant as they tried to pull him out by grabbing his center and groin plate. “I will hand it to you Clay despite Esmeralda blowing up. I am more impressed that you didn’t get torn in half by that explosion.” “Well Bossman I am awesome and I got plot armor!” Clayton bragged. “I would not count on it, you are merely a lucky mortal.” The Demon grunted.