Clint Barton Novels & Stories

"Fire me if you want, just know that you're done for." Trevor took note of his confidence and seemed visibly relieved. I watched the two of them leave, their personal belongings in boxes, and thought to myself, go on then, show me what you've got. ... Clint had been gone for half the day. It turned out he had left to hold a press conference. When I got home, I turned on the TV, hoping to zone out for a while, and there he was, dressed to the nines, taking questions from a crowd of reporters.

“How did you navigate the storm?” “I didn’t.” His eyes seemed to glaze over, misting with tears as he recalled a time from long ago. “But eventually, boy, the wind passed. The rain lessened. But I…” He paused again and drew in a shuddering breath. “I lost myself in the bottom of a bottle, Nathan. I was a coward, and I hid from reality. I nearly lost what little I had left.” My eyes widened at Clint’s revelation. “Clint, I had no idea…”

Jack said as he sent a text to his housekeeper. Clint shook his head. "She left about an hour ago." Clint vanished for a minute, and when he returned to Jacks study, dressed as a poster boy for vampires, in his long black leather coat and leather trousers. Under the black leather stetson, his long black hair flowed over his shoulders.

Barton said cutting the call. “I need to be cautious,” Barton said taking a glass of water. Barton robbed his boss Mr. Miller who has given him chance to grow in his life, but his greed for Barton always works more than his honesty. He robbed an old man's house and got coal mining paper with help of his friend, he illegally owned a coal mining business. ******* “Good morning Arina” Lisa greeted looking at Arina. “Do you want coffee?” Lisa asked looking sleepy Arina. “Where is Aaron,” She asked.

His hands clawed at me, but I bared my teeth, daring him to continue. With a final blow, I knocked him out. I stood up and fought with the others, all the while my eyes kept drifting towards where Clinton was. Falcon was high on alert, wanting to make sure that her mate was alright. Minutes later, all the rogues were dead except one. I was wounded, but it was nothing I wouldn’t heal from soon enough. I’d always been a fast healer. I watched as Clinton transformed, his face a battlefield of rage. A shiver ran through my spine as my eyes trailed down his body, stopping on his huge dick. It didn't help that Falcon chose that moment to send lewd images of me and Clinton.

"Mind If I take a look in your pond awhile, I promise not to break it if I can help it." The bartender nodded slightly and everyone got into place. "Clive Taylor," said Brick moving right to the small chubby man, wearing a dirty brown shirt and faded blue jeans with a prominent bald spot in the middle of his head, who had been the most nervous about their being in the bar. "I know some folks been lookin' for ya."

She needed someone to reassure her. "Madam, you can't believe that." Barton turned the steering wheel slowly and said urgently, "That night, he was completely drunk. I was only gone for ten minutes to get him some hangover medicine. In that short amount of time, I'm sure nothing happened." Uh... Barton's words were meant to comfort Chloe, but in reality, he knew the truth. He had been gone for at least forty to fifty minutes. He didn't think anything had happened while Lionel was passed out, so he had taken that opportunity to search for Chloe.

“Honestly, those two boys are probably the best choices from the men we think would say yes. I don’t think many others in town would want the job.” Clifton Vonn and Tyler Barron. I knew those names. Clifton and I had gone to high school together. He had been the backup quarterback since freshman year. Tyler was a few years younger than me and had dated one of Selene’s friends for a while in high school. Neither one really seemed like enforcer material from what I remembered. “Thanks,” I said. “I’ll talk with Jaxon and see what we want to do.” “We’ll leave you to it then,” Ernest said.

“No, we’re the ones used to seeing people. Clark here spends too much time working to know what real people are doing.” “Shut it, Seth.” A blonde woman with a slender figure slapped the oldest Anderson brother. “It’s great to see you, Clark.” “Tonya.” So this was the woman who broke Clark’s heart. Bella turned to the beautiful woman. Tonya Anderson looked like she could have been a model. Her slender frame didn’t look as if she’d given birth to three children. “Clark,” she said. Tonya knelt down and picked up her youngest daughter. “We’re so glad to see Uncle Clark, aren’t we?” She spoke in a baby voice.

My self-respect is not allowing me to proceed with this. I have made up my mind to quit the game when ball comes to our side and Ryan picks me up. I completely freeze and time stands still. I snap back when Clint pounces at Ryan. I run to stand between them just in time. “Move,” Clint growls at me. “Stand down, Clint,” I command and his nostrils flare. He is fuming, but something is off about him. He is usually scary when angry. Even the ground shakes and people quickly disappear, not today. It is like he lost his aura or something. Ryan and his whole team are still here and none of them look terrified of him.