Infected!Clint on tumblr magic!anon.

[worldsbestmarksman]

[Here is Clint Barton with a bow, arrows, and sans his traditional suit because that's not what magic!anon wanted him to do. His eyes are distinctly...wrong. Inhuman even.]

Ma'am, you're wrong. I might have an opinion on this but it does not matter because it does not serve the greater purpose.

And even if it were Loki Ma'am, that doesn't matter as he's my superior officer and I have to do what he says and my orders are very, very clear.

[Rest assured other hawks, he'll get his revenge, but in the meantime. Potential spoilers in comments. Yes, owning up to Tumblr!RP. Not sorry as it was hilarious. Feel free to punch.]

Comments

[imfollowinghim]

And here I thought I was messed up in the head. [Or am going to be, who knows with all these different timelines and AUs. :V]

[worldsbestmarksman]

[Headshake] It's not messed up no matter what she thinks. It's thinking clearly.

[imfollowinghim]

You say that now. You're gonna feel like a real ass when whatever this is wears off.

[worldsbestmarksman]

[frown] I serve.

[he hates himself] Can you imagine it though? Thinking clearly? all in black and white?

Simple.

[imfollowinghim]

It's never that simple.

[worldsbestmarksman]

[headtilt] Of course it is. Loki was right. The tesseract is the best supervisor any of us could ask for.

[imfollowinghim]

It's got some high points.

[worldsbestmarksman]

So why deny it's importance?

[imfollowinghim]

Because Loki's a moron.

[worldsbestmarksman]

[black stare.] He's my superior officer.

[Clint tenses slightly, ever so slightly.]

[imfollowinghim]

Doesn't change the fact that he's nuts.

[worldsbestmarksman]

[shrug] The tesseract will bring enlightenment to all. You'll understand.

[imfollowinghim]

Way ahead of you on that front, pal.

[abeltorun]

[The crazy levels. They are through the roof.]

Uh... you okay there, buddy? You didn't get, like, switched with a body snatcher or something, did you?

[worldsbestmarksman]

[Headtilt. shrug]

Fine.

[abeltorun]

You sure? I mean, me and my dispatcher here have seen lots of you guys running around and they didn't seem so... zonked out. [And frankly, the sheer calm going on here is freaking Runner 5 right the hell out.]

[worldsbestmarksman]

[shrug] That's because we're normally not under "evil influences" but frankly I've been put back under this influence and it's..

well. I'm functional.

[abeltorun]

Oh. ...Dude. Gotta say? It sucks to be you. Like, way more than usual.

Should I... should I call over the redheaded chick or hit you with a pipe or something...?

[worldsbestmarksman]

[pause] Hit me with a pipe?

[abeltorun]

[Shrug.] Always works in the movies.

[worldsbestmarksman]

[frown] I'm being told I'd need to shoot her.

[He doesn't even waiver there. He's got it bad.]

[abeltorun]

Yeah, uh, that's probably not a good idea. [At all. Have you got it bad, Clint.]

[worldsbestmarksman]

[He draws the bow and arrows] Or perhaps, I could shoot you.

[abeltorun]

Woah, woah, that's definitely not a good idea! [Hands up in the universal sign of "oh god I'm unarmed don't shoot"!]

[worldsbestmarksman]

[shrug]

[abeltorun]

Come on, man. You're not like New Canton. How about you just put down the bow and we'll talk like normal people. Okay?

[worldsbestmarksman]

[Arrow raised again. And he shoots. Get out of the way.]

[abeltorun]

[lsdjfklj-!! He's just going to dodge that shot by ducking, okay?]

Woah!

[worldsbestmarksman]

[Duck, keep ducking. he'll just fire again]

[abeltorun]

[Mad dodging skillsare go! Amazing what dodging zombies does for a guy's reflexes.]

Stop! Look, look, I surrender, okay? Just... just stop it already!

[reactors]

[Eyebrow Raise.] Thought you only gushed like this over Fury?

[worldsbestmarksman]

Director Fury will be taken care of in time.

[reactors]

In time, huh? Seems rather boring waiting.

[persuadeyou]

He isn't an officer at all.

[worldsbestmarksman]

He is. And eventually he will be king.

[Oh god Natasha help.]

[persuadeyou]

[Come here pal, let her punch you.]

King of nothing.