Clint Barton Avengers Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“Serves her right! She was so arrogant at the ceremony, turning down the Wolf King. Now she won’t even survive the first round!” Barton was Blackrock Kingdom’s most infamous killing machine. He stood two and a half meters tall, his muscles hard as solid rock. Ordinary swords couldn’t even leave a scratch on his skin. Pitting a newly awakened Silvermoon woman against this monster wasn’t a match—it was a one-sided slaughter. In the VIP box, Kaelen shot straight up in his seat. A terrifying storm raged in his cold golden eyes. Crack! His right hand crushed the volcanic rock armrest of his throne to powder, stone dust trickling through his fingers. He knew Barton better than anyone—a berserker w

“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.

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.

Woken up by a basin of cold water poured on him, Clint Wood is totally out of there for long. Four bulky bodyguards on his sides, Clint found himself in a rather hard spot with a fearful Alpha sitting in front of him, eyes ice cold. The Alpha of pack Deimos. Clint doesn't need to check the internet to know this man. Besides the sullen Alpha stands THE secretary of his, her eyes with a shade of confusion but mostly pity when she looks over. Clint understands her look -- he is NOT in a good shape. Sitting on the floor, he is dripping all over from the tip of his hair. His hands shaking from the stun gun a moment ago. He can’t seem to sit straight because of the burn on his waist.

Clint : somewhere safer than here . . . .

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!