Clint Barton Avengers Novels & Stories

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.

“If he runs?” “He won’t.” He answered and I knew it was true. Clint had never been a runner. He was a planner, I knew that. If he was running again, it was just a step between decisions. I ended the call then and stared at the wall longer than necessary. I could still hear his voice from our last conversation, controlled, restrained, and strangely almost polite. He hadn’t begged or threatened. He had asked for one thing only. Leave Savannah alone. That was how I knew he was past bargaining. People always revealed their priorities under pressure and Clint’s had shifted, and that shift had rearranged everything.

Clint confesses in a mix of his and his dragon’s voices. Conner kept Caleb subdued when we made love. It looks like Carter is restraining himself but isn't as eager to let Clint lead as Caleb did Conner. I crossed my legs and Clint put a hand on my knee. “Avery, me and my brothers might be triplets, but we aren't identical in any way. You are our mate and we will not be so intoxicated by your presence that we would ever harm you.” His hand squeezes my knee as his other hand still cups my face. He runs his thumb lightly across my bottom lip and then along my cheek. “I love you.”

I don’t move a muscle and just hold the small child as he nears, I whisper to him, “close your eyes tightly.” I release him and his eyes are closed, I turn quicky and plunge my clawed hand into the mans chest and pull his heart out, I hold it up to his blinking eyes, “you should have used this for good deeds, you sick fuck,” his eyes go wide and he slumps down to the floor. I threw his still beating heart down on top of him and turned, scooping up the boy and hand him to Steve. My non-bloodied hand lands on the child’s head, blue light surrounds him as my power heals his little body. I look at Steve “Find him some clothes and get him out of here,” he doesn’t move till I remove my hand fr

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

Ashton was humiliating him by throwing his words back at him! "Do you think you'll get another chance to injure me, Ashton? I'd simply underestimated you just now!" Clay hollered, his veins bulging. He released his inner energy, forming a protective barrier in front of him, before clenching his fists and locking in on Ashton once more. Clay refused to believe that Ashton could beat him. He was the future head of the Dominion Vanguard and its brightest star! He was the most powerful among the younger generation! There was no way he'd lose now!

It brought me back to that hollow place where my memories once occupied, making me realize that he was part of the memories that were wiped out. "If it isn't the arsehole I've been searching for," a snarl curled his pierced lip back as he shoulder-checked my beta and entered—uninvited. Saint bared her teeth at him with a feral growl, "What do you want?" The man, covered in tattoos and piercings and wearing full black, snarled, "I think you were on your way out." "I'm not leaving," Saint declared, standing her ground. Pride swelled in my chest knowing that I chose her to be my beta but I didn't need her here. So, when she looked back at me in confusion, I opened a mind link with her and said,

From the movie, she could tell that these men were literally in for the shock of their god-damned lives. She watched as Anthony's smile faded into a frown. "Do you want this?" He asked, dropping the machine on the table. "Of course, I do." He had literally no idea how much she had waited for this day. The day she would get her revenge. "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Good." He turned to his guards. "Plug it in." He ordered.