Title: Watching Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 135 Pairing: pre-slash Clint/Bruce Warnings: teeth rotting fluff Disclaimer: I own nothing. The Avengers and their characters belong to Marvel and all the writers. Summary: Bruce becomes interested in archery. Notes: You know I couldn't resist after that pic of Hawkeye. <3
Bruce wasn’t interested in archery. He knew of it, but he didn’t take the time to look into it or watch it the few times he enjoyed t.v. on the run. However, that changed when he met Clint Barton or Hawkeye. When he wasn’t working on something with Tony in the lab he was in Clint’s shooting range. He watched Clint shoot arrow after arrow with the new high-powered bow Tony developed.
At first, Clint wouldn’t notice him. That changed after a while. He started to shoot at different angles or try to hit a difficult target. Bruce tried not to bring much attention to himself, but sometimes he couldn’t help it after a particular shot. He hoped Clint didn’t notice.
However, the small smirk Clint gave him in the living room told him otherwise.
Title: Most Beautiful Rating: GP Word Count: 243 Pairing/Fandom Susan/OC(Jason), Narnia. Disclaimer: don’t own, and didn’t have a beta. Summary Susan loves archery. It even leads her to love.
Everybody knew Susan loved archery. Ever since she was little, she had an enormous interest in the bow. So, when they all got to Narnia, it wasn’t hard to accept that she got the most perfect bow and arrows in (all) the worlds. When she got back to the real world like she tended to call it, she tried to stop all together. Her thoughts were, if I don’t practice archery here, there’s really nothing that can remind me of Narnia. I’ll just forget it ever existed. She was wrong. So wrong. As time went on, each minute without a bow in her hand made her anxious, bitchy and horrible company. Which lead to the fact that Jason, the handsome, Caspian like boy in her classes, didn’t even look her way. Except maybe to frown upon her horrible temper.
Finally, after her second time in Narnia, Susan took up archery again. As soon as she touched the bow, she felt calmer than she in so long. She also got a lot kinder, started interacting with people without complications, just like she had before. Jason started to notice and soon, they were living together, married and Jason couldn’t see the sun for his wife. However, he couldn’t help but notice, the glow around her as she practiced archery, with her bow strung, shooting down an apple or a leaf. It was at moments like that, where Susan was most beautiful.
“See, here’s where you’re wrong,” he says when she tries to tell him she’s not staying, that she’s just stopping by to hand back his medal because now she’s got her own. Clint folds his arms across his chest, flat refuses to take the wad of fabric she’s clearly trying to hand him because hell, he can be stubborn, too. “Where you shooting these days? Mid-town firing range, I’m betting.” He lets the corner of his mouth curve, all the scorn that arrangement deserves. “I’ve got a range two floors down that’ll make that look like a playground. Like a dartboard on the drunk end of Friday night.”
He can see it sink in, that he’s perfectly positioned to have just that. Bishop’s so very fucking smart, more sensible than he thinks he’s ever been.
“I’m sure you enjoy it,” she says, oh-so-careful.
He grins, cock-eyed and baiting. “So will you.”
“I’m not an Avenger,” she points out, just as careful, but he can see the want in her eyes.
“Not yet, you aren’t,” he agrees. “First the skills, then the suit.”
That gets her right in the ego. Her chin juts just slightly. “I have the skills.”
“Yeah? So prove it.”
Ten minutes later, she is, firing practice arrows at his target like she means to be cutting him down to size. Clint can’t help it, he’s already got his quiver out and his bow’s right there, he has to nock a few.
It should be a master class, he figures, two world class archers going head-to-head, but it doesn’t feel right until he snags the suction cup arrowheads and cons her into the training room. Anyone can hit a stationary target, he says disingenuously, the real skill’s getting clean shots off while you’re moving.
As pranks go, archery tag has a lot of potential. As a training exercise, a way to really get her attention the way he wants, archery tag is inspired.
By the time he’s running low, they’ve got an audience, Nat and Cap and Thor on the ledge overhead, laughing and cheering like the squad he never had for his own medal run, Bruce and Tony and Jane shuffling in when they hear there’s a show. Bishop’s missed more than she’s hit but she’s making Clint work for it, moreso than AIM ever manages, and Clint can’t resist the urge to show off just a little.
He’s got her dead to rights for the last arrow but she’s got him the same and for a moment, it’s a bit like looking in a mirror.
He fires light and easy, rolls away as she lets hers fly, and while he can’t say it would have incapacitated him as a plain ol’ arrowhead, she did definitely clip him. Good enough, he figures, and he can hear his team hooting like fools overhead.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” he murmurs as he drags himself up, dusts himself off.
Bishop arches a brow at him. “I was still faster,” she points out. “And I had more distance to cover.”
Clint bobs his head agreeably; ain’t his doing the Olympic rules have changed. “Yeah, and I saved the world.” He grins at her, slight and honest. “Earned my suit.”
And he’s thought, obviously, he’s figured maybe this all’s a chance that might work out for all of them, but he doesn’t know Bishop well enough to be sure. Not until he sees her eyes narrow, the flash of competitive stubbornness that told him long before she’d made her way to London that she’d come back a winner.
No way of knowing right then and there how long it’ll take, how much time and training she’ll need to put in or how frustrated they’re both going to get with each other along the way, but looking at her just then, Clint’s sure she’ll earn her suit someday, too.
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Date: 2012-08-04 06:02 am (UTC)Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 135
Pairing: pre-slash Clint/Bruce
Warnings: teeth rotting fluff
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The Avengers and their characters belong to Marvel and all the writers.
Summary: Bruce becomes interested in archery.
Notes: You know I couldn't resist after that pic of Hawkeye. <3
Bruce wasn’t interested in archery. He knew of it, but he didn’t take the time to look into it or watch it the few times he enjoyed t.v. on the run. However, that changed when he met Clint Barton or Hawkeye. When he wasn’t working on something with Tony in the lab he was in Clint’s shooting range. He watched Clint shoot arrow after arrow with the new high-powered bow Tony developed.
At first, Clint wouldn’t notice him. That changed after a while. He started to shoot at different angles or try to hit a difficult target. Bruce tried not to bring much attention to himself, but sometimes he couldn’t help it after a particular shot. He hoped Clint didn’t notice.
However, the small smirk Clint gave him in the living room told him otherwise.
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Date: 2012-08-04 10:55 am (UTC)Rating: GP
Word Count: 243
Pairing/Fandom Susan/OC(Jason), Narnia.
Disclaimer: don’t own, and didn’t have a beta.
Summary Susan loves archery. It even leads her to love.
Everybody knew Susan loved archery. Ever since she was little, she had an enormous interest in the bow. So, when they all got to Narnia, it wasn’t hard to accept that she got the most perfect bow and arrows in (all) the worlds. When she got back to the real world like she tended to call it, she tried to stop all together. Her thoughts were, if I don’t practice archery here, there’s really nothing that can remind me of Narnia. I’ll just forget it ever existed. She was wrong. So wrong. As time went on, each minute without a bow in her hand made her anxious, bitchy and horrible company. Which lead to the fact that Jason, the handsome, Caspian like boy in her classes, didn’t even look her way. Except maybe to frown upon her horrible temper.
Finally, after her second time in Narnia, Susan took up archery again. As soon as she touched the bow, she felt calmer than she in so long. She also got a lot kinder, started interacting with people without complications, just like she had before. Jason started to notice and soon, they were living together, married and Jason couldn’t see the sun for his wife. However, he couldn’t help but notice, the glow around her as she practiced archery, with her bow strung, shooting down an apple or a leaf. It was at moments like that, where Susan was most beautiful.
Clint, Kate Bishop, gen
Date: 2012-08-09 03:54 am (UTC)He can see it sink in, that he’s perfectly positioned to have just that. Bishop’s so very fucking smart, more sensible than he thinks he’s ever been.
“I’m sure you enjoy it,” she says, oh-so-careful.
He grins, cock-eyed and baiting. “So will you.”
“I’m not an Avenger,” she points out, just as careful, but he can see the want in her eyes.
“Not yet, you aren’t,” he agrees. “First the skills, then the suit.”
That gets her right in the ego. Her chin juts just slightly. “I have the skills.”
“Yeah? So prove it.”
Ten minutes later, she is, firing practice arrows at his target like she means to be cutting him down to size. Clint can’t help it, he’s already got his quiver out and his bow’s right there, he has to nock a few.
It should be a master class, he figures, two world class archers going head-to-head, but it doesn’t feel right until he snags the suction cup arrowheads and cons her into the training room. Anyone can hit a stationary target, he says disingenuously, the real skill’s getting clean shots off while you’re moving.
As pranks go, archery tag has a lot of potential. As a training exercise, a way to really get her attention the way he wants, archery tag is inspired.
By the time he’s running low, they’ve got an audience, Nat and Cap and Thor on the ledge overhead, laughing and cheering like the squad he never had for his own medal run, Bruce and Tony and Jane shuffling in when they hear there’s a show. Bishop’s missed more than she’s hit but she’s making Clint work for it, moreso than AIM ever manages, and Clint can’t resist the urge to show off just a little.
He’s got her dead to rights for the last arrow but she’s got him the same and for a moment, it’s a bit like looking in a mirror.
He fires light and easy, rolls away as she lets hers fly, and while he can’t say it would have incapacitated him as a plain ol’ arrowhead, she did definitely clip him. Good enough, he figures, and he can hear his team hooting like fools overhead.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” he murmurs as he drags himself up, dusts himself off.
Bishop arches a brow at him. “I was still faster,” she points out. “And I had more distance to cover.”
Clint bobs his head agreeably; ain’t his doing the Olympic rules have changed. “Yeah, and I saved the world.” He grins at her, slight and honest. “Earned my suit.”
And he’s thought, obviously, he’s figured maybe this all’s a chance that might work out for all of them, but he doesn’t know Bishop well enough to be sure. Not until he sees her eyes narrow, the flash of competitive stubbornness that told him long before she’d made her way to London that she’d come back a winner.
No way of knowing right then and there how long it’ll take, how much time and training she’ll need to put in or how frustrated they’re both going to get with each other along the way, but looking at her just then, Clint’s sure she’ll earn her suit someday, too.