Clint Barton Comic Novels & Stories

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."

Then a light bulb went on in my head. Could karma be trying to help me get my much needed revenge? If yes, I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. I looked at Clint again, he was staring intently at his drink. I asked the bartender to give him another one. “Tell him it’s from me.” I said. He looked puzzled but obeyed. I watched him go to Clint’s table and hand him the drink then he pointed at me.Clint looked at me with an amused frown and I smiled and winked, then went to join him.

I manage, “Derek Barton ate Jimmy Jones, then his old man? That’s why we haven’t had to worry about that illegal poker club over at The Stumble Inn these past few months? Jones hasn’t been around to run it because . . . ” I open my eyes, peer at Gavin, part of me wishing to Heaven I’d never started this but also knowing deep in my gut, now, that it was inevitable. “I bet if I called Henry Chin, Barton’s landlord, he’d just say Barton skipped town and his rent, and he probably wouldn’t even think to mention a small little thing like cleaning up huge bloodstains on the floor after Barton cleared out.” Gavin nods slowly. “You knew Barton, then?”

Bart didn’t owe him anything, least of all respect. “Fine. Fine. Don’t let your fur get too ruffled. It’s not a good look on you.” Bart couldn’t respond because the line went into a queue with that annoying auto-tuned music from days gone by. It was so bad that Bart couldn’t tell what the music had once been. Club music. It was a travesty at the best of times. “Bart. What in the world is going on over there? What’s this I heard of the local alpha going into fires to save humans? What are we now? Shape shifting superheroes?” His boss, picked up the call and demanded to know. So much for a friendly hello.

"Did I get worn out Clint Asher? I think that's a little unfair." "What the..? Do I look worn out to you?" He laughed as he shook his head. It was their turn to step into the chair. Conversation died as the grungy looking carnival worker made sure the bar was secure before hitting the lever to send them on their way. As soon as they began the upward climb, Clint slid his arm around her shoulders so she could scoot closer to him. "I am far from used up, thank you very much," he said.

She continued to eat, albeit slowly, while Matt and Clayton devoured their burritos in what felt like mere seconds. "Is that all?" Matt asked, heading to the table and rummaging around through the bags looking for more before suddenly halting. "What's this stuff?" he asked, tipping out what appeared to be art supplies onto the table. Clayton's eyes widened, and he hastily attempted to put the items back in the bag. Matt looked at him with confusion. "You feeling inspired?" Camden asked, offering an encouraging smile. Clayton sighed, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Well, I was until Matt fucked up my hand," he said, gesturing towards his bandaged hand. "It'll be healed within a day," Camde

He tells us all about how worried he was, seeing the clan’s numbers dwindle as tragedy after tragedy befell them. “I never would have guessed that they key to making it all stop would be little Orsina herself, not to mention one of the Whismore boys.” Most of the bear clan laughs, but there’s one guy - Weston, Barrett’s nephew and right hand man - sulking, his arms crossed and his expression glowering and glaring. “Here’s to old blessings, new love, and no more weird stuff happening for at least a few more years!” Barrett raises his glass and everyone cheers. Clara brings out platter after platter of food, and soon it really starts to feel like a party, some sort of strange impromptu wedding

Trent gives us a questioning look in the rearview mirror. “Oh, you know, my little mate just declared war on Red Fang” Clayton says matter of factly. The full laughter that comes from Trent makes me smile. These men are fucking crazy, I lean into Clay, he wraps a hand around me and lifts me onto his lap allowing me to snuggle into his neck. “I am sorry about that, I just saw red when he threatened you” I mumbled into his neck. Clayto leans back and tilts my face so I am looking up at him.

“A bunch of impudent Celestial Imperial people! How dare you guys cause trouble in the Hapi Clubhouse? You guys are tired of having a long life, right?” “Hehe...” Clifford Hann let out a cold laugh. Then, the very next second, he took a stride forward and grabbed that man’s finger, which he was using to point at Tyr, before forcibly snapping it. “Arghhh!!!” A miserable scream rang out. Clifford had broken the man’s finger. “You have got some balls!” Barton’s expression had turned entirely murky. He didn’t expect this bunch of people to be so lawless. They even had the nerves to lay their hands on his men on his turf. Didn’t they just have a death wish?

He liked Shanon, and he was going to get her. “Want something sharp to drink?” "Hmm... I intended to order orange juice. I'm not a good drinker." “Neither does everyone else. But they did their best. So you should too,” Jordyn winked at Shanon before she turned to address the bartender. “Hey, Barton. Make us two of your spiked drinks.” "Okay. Wait a moment." “You'll like it later. Barton is an excellent bartender. He is able to create amazing drinks.” “Really? I'm not a party girl. To be honest, I'm not that familiar with the noise in clubs.”