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Tony Stark blinked and then blinked some more. It felt as if he had a serious hangover, and he had no idea where he was. On a normal day this wouldn’t have alarmed him, he was used to this sort of thing by now. But today was certainly not a normal day. He recalled the crowds of people running for their lives as friends attacked friends and parents attacked children. They were mindless, practically zombies ordered by a computer program to attack anyone or thing that was resisting the disease. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hand. He had awoken 20 minutes ago to find his Ironman suit completely disabled. The cell he had found himself in was illuminated by a strong white light that burnt his eyes and frazzled his usually fast mind. If he squinted he was just able to see into the cell across from his, and the figure of Steve Rogers sitting on his haunches. Steve looked just as confused and powerless as Tony felt. Whoever had done this to them knew enough about the Avengers to know exactly what would work to detain each one. Tony shook his head shakily getting to his feet. There had to be a way to escape this cell, after all he had escaped a terrorist camp with less knowledge then he had now.

You stared at your father, unable to comprehend the fact that he was the bad guy. Ever since you had been told he was dead you had dedicated every one of your achievements to him. The whole reason you had become the person you were today was because of him. But everything had been a lie.
He glanced at Steel. “I think my daughter and I need some time to catch up.”
Straightening himself up Steele dipped his head. “Yes Sir.”
“Oh, and Andrew?” Your father spoke calmly, as if addressing a close friend.
Steele halted midstride. “Sir?”
“I suggest you never try and make a move on my daughter ever again, unless of course you like the thought of being skinned alive.”
Steel’s eyes widened. “N-no Sir of course not.” You watched as he scuttled out of the room tail between his legs.

“Stand up _____, you’re not a hostage.”
You remained on your knees despite your father’s orders, blinking up at him mouth ajar.
He sighed. “Don’t make me drag you to your feet, I don’t want that to be the way we start off.”
“How do you expect us to start out, me throwing myself into your arms and telling you how much I’ve missed you?” You tried to keep your voice steady. “I’m sorry to tell you daddy dear but that ship has sailed.”
He clenched his jaw. “This is your last chance. Get, on, your, feet.”
You decided it’d be best to do what he says, for now anyway. So you stood slowly, glaring at him the entire time.
The corner of his mouth turned up. “Thankyou chipmunk, I know it’s difficult for you at the moment but if you give me a chance to explain you’ll understand.”
“I don’t think there is anything to understand. You’ve killed millions of people dad, you not only sat back and watched me being tortured but you broke my cheekbone and busted my nose yourself,” You sniffed back tears. “And you’ve done god knows what to the first boyfriend I’ve ever actually cared about.”
His mouth became a thin line as he listened to you. “_______, you need to realize the world isn’t all black and white, there is no definite good and bad.”
You scoffed. “I think the time for life lessons is over, if you want to explain your point of view to me than do it.”  
“I’m doing this for you, for every child out there like you.” He sounded almost sincere.
You scoffed. “Killing all of my friends is the best thing anyone has ever done for me thankyou Dad.”
He gritted his teeth. “_______, do you not realize that Nick Fury used you as another one of his test subjects?”
“All thanks to you.” You replied.
He gave a brief nod. “You’re right, that was my fault as much as it was his. But I can’t let him do it to anyone else.”
“So everything you’ve done is to stop S.H.I.E.L.D? All those people out there dying they’re-“
“Collateral damage, in a war innocents have to die to make a statement.” He spoke as if it was simple to understand.

You stared at him in disbelief, how had a man intent on the protection of innocents change so much?
“Do you want to know how I managed it?” A slight smile came across his face.
You didn’t reply, which he unfortunately took as an invitation to begin.
“I was sent on a solo mission to stop a secret medical facility in Brazil from producing and testing dangerous diseases. I went with every intention of stopping them and coming back to you and your mother the next day. But when I was there a scientist fearing for his life showed me a new disease he had begun working on. It had the ability to turn its victim into a zombie capable of following simple orders. I had been beginning to grow tired of Fury’s methods and trying to find a way to stop him from creating such dangerous tech, and agents. It all seemed to come together right then and there, I made a deal with the scientist. He would continue to produce the disease and morph it into something much stronger and I would take over management of the facility and make him head of his department. A greedy man, he was more than happy with me. So I kept to my word and unsurprisingly after no word from me Fury automatically assumed I had been killed. He sent many agents to infiltrate the facility but of course I was always one step ahead of him and instantly knew who they were. I encouraged my staff to feed them false information, which I know they had passed on to Fury. It continued on like that for a few years, sometimes I would recognize an agent and bribe them into joining me which just increased my numbers.”

You shook your head, looking down at your feet. “And you never once worried about me or mum?”
He smiled. “Of course I did, but I already knew I would be seeing you once you had graduated. And I was right, Fury played straight into my hand.”
“What?” You looked up.
“I had double agents at S.H.I.E.L.D, the moment you made an appearance I began to get things ready. I disposed of Agents Cross and just waited for Fury to test out his little project. I tried to make everything as difficult as I could, while still making it impossible for you to fail your task of collecting the vials. I needed to get the vials somewhere I could release them to do the most damage and that just happened to be the Helicarrier.”
You blinked, body shaking. “B-but I was tortured, I almost died…”
He nodded. “I was monitoring your progress the entire time, when it looked like you were about to crash I sent two of my employees to try and help you.”
“You mean I wasn’t seeing things?”
He laughed. “No, they were really there. But I had to concoct a scene that made it look like you got there on your own. The others couldn’t suspect a thing.”
“Wow.” You blinked. As disgusted as you were in your father you couldn’t help but admit that he had a pretty sharp mind.
“The one thing I didn’t count on was you falling for your S.O,” His brow furrowed. “When I was told that little detail I was a little surprised. Barton is not the sort of guy I ever saw you having any interest in.”
“What?” You tilted your head. “He’s a better man than you are.”
Your father chuckled under his breath. “I bet that’s what he has you believing, I was the agent tasked with bringing him to S.H.I.E.L.D _______, that man is a maniac.”
You nodded. “That may be true, but it does take one to know one.”
He shrugged. “I’m sorry that you feel that way. But I’m past caring what people think, even you. I love you but this is so much bigger and more important than that. I was hoping you’d decide to join me.”
“Go to hell.” You screamed at the top of your lungs.
He bared his teeth, punching you square in the jaw and sending you to your knees. “Keep your mouth shut.”
Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you looked up at the man you had once thought would be incapable of hurting you. Clutching your aching jaw you marveled at the fact that your heart was giving you far more grief. So this was what it was like to have your heart completely shattered.
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  • Watching: Supernatural
  • Playing: Saints Row
  • Eating: nachos
  • Drinking: water
Greetings everyone,

So as most of you probably know, my Hawkeye series has very nearly reached its conclusion. If all goes to plan there will only be another 5 maybe 6 chapters. So I can't help but think that without an ongoing series to strive towards finishing I may begin to slow down with writing Reader Inserts. To stop that from happening i'll probably take up another series (though it will be much shorter then this one) This is where you come in watchers. I need inspiration, and ideas. I wnat to know what it is you're looking for in a new series. Of course I don't expect you to give me an entire plot layout (that's my job) But what I do want is lets call it an expression of interest. Tell me what fandom/pairing you would most read and the sort of personality traits you want from the reader. 

The following fandoms are the ones i'm most comfortable doing, of course if you have other ideas feel free to express them and I may just decide to challenge myself. 

Marvel Universe Obviously I don't know the ins and outs of every single character but i'm comfortable with a fair amount of them

DC Universe I'm a Marvel girl so i'm less confident with this, though I know an insane amount about Batman and his corresponding villans

Harry Potter

Doctor Who I've watched some of the old ones with doctors 1-8 but not enough to really do the characters much justice 


Labyrinth yes I totally have a thing for David Bowie now shhh

True blood

There are probably more but i'm feeling to lazy to think any harder now, so if you are one of the very few people who have probably read this I would really apreciate your help. Hell,  I'll include the person who gives me the winning suggestion in the story. 

Glass crunched loudly under your feet. You silently walked down what was once a busy main road, trying to keep your eyes averted from the butchered innocents littering the road and sidewalk. It was so quiet that it was as if you had been trapped in a bubble of silence. You kicked a smashed Iphone 6 off of the path and watched it spin out onto the road. You were supposed to be searching for survivors but every single building you passed by looked like it had been hit by a bomb. You walked another few blocks without hearing so much as a whimper. It was time to face it, there just weren’t any survivors of this attack. You sighed, glancing across the road at what had once been a fairly upmarket apartment block. The front windows had been completely shattered and there appeared to be a blue Ford Falcon crashed in the foyer. You smirked, what were the odds? You had just decided to cross over and poke around when there was feedback from your communicator.

“Falcon, can you hear me Falcon?” It was the voice of the scientist who had been trying to devise a cure.
“I hear you loud and clear, do you have the cure?”
“No,” There was a momentary pause. “But I know where the signal is being sent from.”
You felt your heart jump in your chest. “Where?”
“You’re not going to believe this, the main signal is being sent from the Whitehouse.”
You froze. “What? Have you told the others?”
“I couldn’t reach them, neither can Fury. I think you may be on your own.”
“What?” You stared at your frightened reflection in a blood smeared shop window. Why did you always end up on your own? “I-I can’t do this by myself.”
Bracing yourself against a wall you tried to catch your breath. Where were Clint and the others? If he was dead… No, he couldn’t be dead. He wouldn’t leave you like that, not when you were both so happy. You felt your legs turn to jelly. Most people didn’t have the same luck that you had when it came to mortal wounds. You had survived more than you should’ve, maybe Clint’s death was going to be your punishment. Your eyes burned with tears and you began to shake. What about Tash? You had only just put that petty rivalry behind you. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to happen.

“Agent _____.” A deep stern voice spoke in your ear.
You swallowed and answered your voice croaky. “Fury?”
He didn’t even pull you up on your informality. “You need to keep it together _____, I’m sending down a team to assist you.”
“I don’t think I ca-“
“You have to,” He snapped. “You have no choice, you will be commanding officer so the lives of the men I send down to you are your responsibility.”
You covered your mouth with your hands, body shaking again. “I-I’m not ready for this Director.”
“It doesn’t matter whether you’re ready or not, you are our last chance. I have lost communication with the rest of the Avengers and Thor is nowhere to be seen. You are all there is.”
You collapsed onto your knees, amongst the broken glass and debris and you cried, tears and snot running down your face grossly. Images of being tortured kept flashing into your mind, as well as images of each one of your new friends crumpled in a pool of their own blood.

By the time the strike team met up with you, you had cleaned yourself up and taken on a stony demeanor. The head of the team was slender but somehow still looked athletic and very familiar. You frowned as they team of six approached. And then it hit you, he was the very same man who had led you to the conference room.
“Agent ______, it’s good to see you again.” He offered you a broad grin.
You did your best impression of Natasha, trying to appear like someone cool calm and collected. “Likewise Agent Steele.”
“We’ve all been briefed, but I have the suspicion that Fury omitted a lot of details.”  
You gave a stiff nod. “Most likely, it’s something he’s been known to do,” You sighed feeling the threat of tears beginning to burn behind you eyes again. “Let’s get this over and done with, anyone know their way to the Whitehouse?”
Agent Steele shrugged, glancing at each one of his men. “I was expecting you to know.”
“ok…” You bit your lip, the leadership thing wasn’t for you. “Does anyone have their phone with them?”
“No, but there’s one on the ground by your feet that looks salvageable.” A large man with coffee coloured skin pointed out.  
You grinned, “Well men we have our answer right here.” Thankfully apart from a slightly cracked screen the Samsung was fine, and there wasn’t any passcode.
“How’s that going to help us?” Steele looked at you skeptically.
You rolled your eyes. “Two words, Google Maps.”
The men around you chuckled, as you keyed in the details. “Let’s just hope the internet is still fully functional.”

The Whitehouse had ended up being quite a way away; thankfully one of the men with you had been a car thief in his youth and knew the proper way to hot wire a car. He’d found a white courier van and although it was no hotrod, it had gotten your group surprisingly far, before you were forced to leave it because of chaotic roads. The closer you moved toward the Whitehouse the worse the damage became. Both sound and live people returned in a flash. They were running and screaming as well as fighting one another. Retrieving you sais you turned to the men following you. “Save anyone you can.”
Agent Steele gave you a sympathetic look. “We have to continue to the Whitehouse _____, this is happening all over the world and we need to stop it for good.”
You watched as a woman in a tailored grey business suit tackled a policeman, her manicured nails clawing at his face. What Agent Steele said made sense, but it would be hard to follow through on it.
“Ok, but if we come across anyone that can be saved we do it. We’re here to protect the people who can’t protect themselves.” You ordered as you inconspicuously wiped a tear from your cheek.  
Steele opened his mouth to protest but you gave him a look that would wither even the most hardened souls. You were the one in charge, not him.

You all hiked the last mile cautiously, finding yourselves thrown in the middle of many battles. By the time you finally arrived at the security gates to the Whitehouse you were all exhausted.
Wiping sweat from your brow you turned to the men surrounding you. “We need to break through these gates and get in there no matter the cost.”
“The president would be in lockdown by now, that place will be crawling with special forces.” Steele spoke matter of factly, reloading his assault rifle.
“Agent Steele are you suggesting we give up?” Raising an eyebrow you crossed your arms over your chest, hoping it would hold the growing hole in your chest together. It had been over an hour since anyone had heard word from Clint, Tony or Tash, and you were beginning to finally give in to the fact that you may never hear them again.
Steele scratched his eyebrow. “No, I just think it’d be better if we took a less direct route in. Aren’t you meant to be good at stealth _______?”
You flinched at the venom hidden behind his words. “This is the Whitehouse we’re talking about here you asswipe! Not some building with multiple entries and exits.”
He laughed right in your face. “Your naivety knows no bounds. Of course there are multiple exits they’re just not shown to the public obviously.”
Hands balling into fists you used all of your willpower to not sock him right there. “I’m the one in charge here Agent Steele, it’d do you well to remember that. I say we go through the front gates, so that’s what we’ll do. You’re either with me or against me,” Sliding a sai from the sheathe at your hip you placed it against his cheek, drawing a single bead of blood. “And trust me, you don’t want to be against me today.”  
He blinked gritting his teeth. “Your wish is my command master.”
“Good, that’s what I like to hear,” You smiled, replacing your sai. “Lets get going shall we?”
The men chuckled to themselves, patting an infuriated Agent Steele on the back. You tried to appear triumphant and like the leader these men were beginning to think you were. But how were you meant to be strong for so many people, when all you wanted to do was find a corner to cry in?
Hawkeye X Reader- Chapter 40 On Your Own
Things have gone from pretty good to terrible in a small block of time, will the reader be able to cope with her new responsibility 

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Agent Steele’s assumptions had been entirely wrong. The expansive building was completely empty. There weren’t even any corpses or any sign of a struggle. Shivers ran down your spine, everything about this mission today was wrong. You glanced at the men around you seeing varying degrees of anxiety beneath their calm exteriors. Even they felt that something was amiss, which meant that it was very likely that it was. Your footsteps echoed hollowly on the floor. There was no point trying to be stealthy, if there was anyone here they would be able to watch you on the cctv. You looked up at one of the little cameras a small red light blinking steadily.
“Where to now?” Steele sounded bored.
You glared at him, distaste for him growing. “I don’t know Steele, I’ve never been here before and I wasn’t told exactly where the signal was being sent from.”
He popped his neck with a smirk. “Perhaps I should take the lead then Agent _____, I used to work here so I think I have a pretty good idea where the signal is being sent from.”
“Oh did you,” You replied dully. “Thanks for the help getting us here.”
The dark skinned man frowned. “She has a point Andrew, if you used to work here why did we have to use Google to find our way?”
“I wish you’d kept your mouth shut Jeremy, I did like you.” Steele sighed, jerking his head.
The moment he did one of the men behind him lifted his weapon and began to fire. You reacted instantly, preforming a forward roll and finding cover behind a large pot plant. Unfortunately Jeremy, the dark skinned man wasn’t as fast. His muscular body crumpled to the floor.

How could this be happening? You remained crouched behind the pot plant as bullets rebounded off of walls and ornaments. It appeared not everyone in the strike team was a traitor and some were trying to fight back. In your heart you knew you should get out there and try to help but they all had assault rifles and all you had were two sais. For the first time since selecting them you wished you’d chosen something more useful against guns. Because of your weapon choice you were pretty much a sitting duck, you were fast but there was no way you were faster than bullets. You rubbed your temples trying to formulate a plan. But you were frozen. The only thing your mind allowed you to dwell on was the fate of your friends. You began to sob like a child, no longer caring how weak you looked. You were weak. The realization hit you square in the face, the whole strong thing had only been an act to impress Clint and to show Natasha up. Now that they were gone there was no one to show off for, no one to really live for either.
You held a finger to your communicator managing words between sobs. “Director Fury?”
There was what felt like an hours pause before you were rewarded with a reply. “Agent ______ what’s going on there I hear gunfire.”
You hugged your knees to your chest. “H-he was a traitor, most of them were.”
“Who?” Fury’s voice was grave.
“Agent Steele,” Then you noticed the gunfire had stopped only to be replaced by loud slow footsteps. “I think he’s coming for me now.”
You shivered as the footsteps grew ever closer. There was no fight left in you, what was the point?
“I suspected a traitor, but not Andrew,” Fury was livid. “Hold on ______ I’ll be there soon.”
You opened your mouth to reply but at that moment a hand reached out and entangled with your hair. You whimpered as your head was forced back and your eyes met with Steele’s. He smiled unfeelingly, pressing the cold barrel of his gun to your forehead.
“Hello, hello.”

Natasha groaned squinting her eyes against the harsh white light that seemed to surround her. Her head throbbed painfully as did almost every muscle in her body. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, a flavor she had learnt to associate with a good fight. She raked a hand through her tangled hair, shifting it from her face. Clint lay on his stomach a few meters away, a puddle of blood blooming out from beneath him. The sight made her heart drop.
“Clint?” He didn’t so much as twitch.
She managed to crawl towards him, noticing with irritation that her knee had been wrenched.
“Clint, wake up.” She tentatively nudged him, blue eyes wide and full of tears. He couldn’t be dead!
She shook him harder, digging her nails into the soft flesh of his shoulder. “Wake up goddamn it!”
Then she saw it, just briefly the shallow rise as he took a breath, and the fall as he exhaled. She’d never felt so relieved in her life. He was alive! But how long could he hold on for when he was losing so much blood? She had to get them both to safety and find a way to contact the others.


You stared into Steele’s eyes, noting that they were little more than dark pits of hate. You’d once thought him sort of handsome in a geeky way, but on closer inspection his nose was just a little too pointed and his mouth too small. His hand wrapped tighter around your hair, causing you to wince. Although you had momentarily lost your spirit it was coming back now. There was no way in hell that you were going to let yourself be killed by a weasel like Steele.  
“Everyone you ever cared about is probably dead now,” He spoke cheerfully. “But don’t worry, you’ll reunite with them soon enough.”
You bared your teeth like a wild animal. “Kill me then and be done with it, I don’t think I can handle any more time with you.”
He laughed in reply. “But you’re my hostage _____, I can’t risk your teammates bursting in here and ruining all of the fun.”
Your eyes widened. If anyone tried to stop the virus you would be killed. Death didn’t frighten you, what did was the prospect that your teammates might just fall for his ruse in order to save your life.
“I see you understand,” Steele smiled. “You aren’t as naïve as you pretend to be are you?”

 You ignored his question and instead posed your own. “I know you’re not the one in charge here Andrew,” You used his first name hoping to irritate him. “You don’t have the mettle to pull something like this off. I know you’re going to kill me in the end whether someone tries to rescue me or not so you might as well tell me who is.”
He positively beamed at you. “Even if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.”
“I know it has to be someone associated closely with S.H.I.E.L.D no one else would be able to convince agents to switch sides.”
“You are smart, I had you so wrong,” He tilted his head to the side. “What else do you know?”
Everything seemed to slowly be falling into place. “The final release of the disease and activation seemed random, but it couldn’t have been,” Your brow furrowed. “This whole thing is way too thought out and well prepared for that.”
He nodded. “Correct again. You know you’re starting to impress me.” He replied smoothly.
You felt his grip on your hair loosen slightly; you could hear the innuendo beginning to find its way into his words but elected to ignore it.  “So whoever gave the go ahead to release the disease knew that S.H.I.E.L.D was at its least prepared.”
“Which means?” His voice was low as he forced your face closer to his.
It took all your will power to not recoil when his warm breath brushed your face. “Which means, whoever is in charge is, or was on the Helicarrier watching us all.”
He laughed. “Brilliant, you’re a modern day Sherlock,” He softly brushed your cheek with his weapon. “Have any ideas who was watching you all?”  

The gears in your mind began to turn. The person who was in charge would have had to have been in the center of the action the entire time. There was no way it was any of the Avengers or Fury, or Maria. The scientist was a possibility, but he was working too hard to devise a cure, and if he was just wasting time Bruce would have suspected something and spoken up. So who was left? There were countless agents manning the bridge during most of the discussions they could’ve easily eaves dropped and found out what was going on. The possibility that they could be traitors was there, but none of them would’ve possessed the sort of authority or skills that could enlist the help of so many high ranking agents. The person in charge had to be smart, well respected and in all honesty capable of scaring the lower ranking agents into silence. They would’ve had to have been within limits of most of the discussion, but there was no way they would contribute anything. Then it hit you like a ton of bricks. There was only one person it could be, but you didn’t want to believe it.
“My dad is the leader?” Your voice was hollow.
Steele shook his head in disbelief. “You have everyone so fooled, you are so much more than a field agent.”
You blinked feeling tears roll down your cheeks. You had been betrayed by your own father, the one person you had ever really trusted with your whole heart.
“Hello chipmunk.” You hadn’t realized Steele had released his grip on you until you spun around.
Your father stood a few meters away, arms crossed behind his back. Apart from a small bruise on side of his jaw he looked perfectly fine.
You swallowed, a combination of love, grief, hate and fear wracking your body. “Why?” Your voice was but a small squeak.
He smirked, dusting lint off of his shoulder. “A better question would be how.”
Hawkeye X Reader- Chapter 41 Traitor
Omg I've been waiting to be able to write this chapter for ages ^.^ Now that I have i'm so excited to see the reactions and see if anyone saw it coming. 

Previous: Hawkeye X Reader- Chapter 40 On Your Own

Next: Hawkeye X Reader- Chapter 42 the Explanation
People dash through the corridors, all wearing exactly the same expressions of fear. You push yourself through the crowds numbly as hair, clothing and bare skin brush past you regularly. You keep your eyes focused on the back of Natasha’s head as she makes her way towards the weapon storage rooms. You follow her as best you can, but people keep getting in the way. Someone screams behind you, and you turn around in time to see a woman on her knees trying to reclaim her feet. With so many people carelessly running through such narrow corridors there is a real danger of being trampled. The thought of coming to her rescue crosses your mind but you quickly shake it from your mind. As bad as it sounds, you don’t have the time, it’s more important you get down to the streets. Hair a familiar shade of red disappears behind a sharp corner. Hastily, you shove people out of your way as you jog to keep up with Tash. The Helicarrier is extremely similar the whole way through so you can’t risk becoming separated.

“Here,” Natasha shoves a bundle of black fabric into your hands. “Put that on while I try to hunt down some weapons you can use.”
You immediately slip off your current clothing until you’re standing in your underwear. In any other circumstances you may have been embarrassed, but now was not the time for being conservative. This suit is incredibly different to your usual one. It’s tighter and perfectly fits your body shape, there are no sleeves and the zip only comes up to an inch below the collarbone. There are two belts that crisscross each other at your hips, and a large silver belt buckle depicting a bird in flight, a falcon to be exact. You run your fingers over it with a frown just as Tash returns.
She smiles as she hands you a pair of boots in your size. “I was going to save it for a surprise, but I decided it would be quicker to give you this one then trying to find you a generic suit in your size.”
You blink away tears of gratitude as you bend over to slip on the boots. “Thankyou, I-I love it.”
She grins as she hands you a wooden case. “It’s my apology for being such a jerk to you.”
You nod silently, tightly lacing the boots and taking the box from her. Inside the box; which is rather plain looking, are two sais of gleaming silver. Even the hilts sparkle in the overhead lights. You lightly run a finger over one of the edges, and wince as it draws blood. These are even better than the ones you’d lost. You slipped the weapons into the belts at your hips; making sure they were easy to retrieve, and looked at yourself in the reflective surface of a stainless steel cabinet. Not too bad at all, the suit gave your body a very nice shape indeed.
Natasha, dressed in her own custom suit smiled. “You ready _____?”
You couldn’t help but return her smile. “Lets go.”

You all regroup on the bridge less than fifteen minutes later. You automatically gravitate towards Clint, craving the feeling of his arms around you. He seems happy to oblige. Standing with your arms entangled you close your eyes as you listen to his level breaths. Steve and Natasha are talking in  low voices as are Bruce and Tony. Once again you can’t help but wonder how you and Clint are so comfortable together in silence. As long as you’re both touching you’re content. He absent mindedly brushes at a strand of loose hair by your cheek as his eyes gaze off into the distance. He’s psyching himself up, and preparing to bear witness to some disturbing things. Standing on your toes you kiss him on the cheek before disentangling yourself from his arms. He glances down at you dazedly.
“Ready to kick some ass?” You keep your voice level.
He smirks. “Always.”

The Helicarrier hovers over Washington D.C. Although it’s by no means the only place being attacked it is one of the most important. To Fury anyway. You stand on the flight deck, hands on hips. Smoke billows from once luxurious apartment buildings, and the small ant like figures of people litter the streets; some moving, some not. Car alarms can be heard screeching even from this altitude, as can the cries of terror of the people below. The scene below becomes clearer as the Helicarrier continues to descend, it’s just like a scene from a zombie movie. People, being chased by what used to be people. You shiver, the cause having nothing to do with the temperature.
A speaker crackles on the deck, before an indistinct male voice speaks. “This is as close as we can get without damaging anything. You will all have to grab a line down.”
You sigh, glancing at Clint. The last time you grabbed a line you almost fell to your death.
His hand squeezes yours reassuringly. “We’ll go down together, it’ll be quicker anyway.”
“Or I can carry her.” Tony stands at your other side, all dressed in his Ironman suit.
“I-I’ll be fine, thanks anyway Tony.”
He shrugs. “Your loss.” And then he’s already in the air.

Dropping down on a line was nowhere near as scary as climbing up one. Though it probably helped that you weren’t low on blood this time. Down on the ground the scene before you was so much worse. The ground was littered with smashed glass, handbags and other similar debris. There were splatters of blood everywhere, some so thick that the chance of surviving an injury like that was slim. You saw a small pale arm sticking out of a bramble and quickly went to investigate. You wish you hadn’t though. Lying in the bush was a small child of about three, her large blue eyes glassy and staring up at nothing. Blood trickled out of a severe wound on the back of her head. Covering your mouth with your hand you tried to swallow down the bile that rose in the back of your throat.
“My god.” The voice behind you was Steve’s.
You turned to him holding back a sob. “She’s dead.”
He nodded, placing a gloved hand on your shoulder. “Let’s get out of here it’s too quiet.”
“Which way?” It’s Tash who asks.
“I’ll take the rooftops, you and Steve take the ground,” Clint looks at you. “______, do you think you could search the buildings for unaffected, while Tony takes the air?”
You shake the thought of the little girl’s face from your mind. “Yeah, I think so.” Your voice is weak.
Clint nods and then turns to Bruce. “And you, you do your thing.”
Bruce smiles a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. Then he starts to change.
Hawkeye X Reader- Chapter 39 Armageddon
Sorry you've all been waiting for so long Holidays are terrible when it comes to trying to find time to write.

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  • Mood: Stuck
  • Listening to: Incubus
  • Reading: Witches of East End
  • Watching: Supernatural
  • Playing: Saints Row
  • Eating: nachos
  • Drinking: water
Greetings everyone,

So as most of you probably know, my Hawkeye series has very nearly reached its conclusion. If all goes to plan there will only be another 5 maybe 6 chapters. So I can't help but think that without an ongoing series to strive towards finishing I may begin to slow down with writing Reader Inserts. To stop that from happening i'll probably take up another series (though it will be much shorter then this one) This is where you come in watchers. I need inspiration, and ideas. I wnat to know what it is you're looking for in a new series. Of course I don't expect you to give me an entire plot layout (that's my job) But what I do want is lets call it an expression of interest. Tell me what fandom/pairing you would most read and the sort of personality traits you want from the reader. 

The following fandoms are the ones i'm most comfortable doing, of course if you have other ideas feel free to express them and I may just decide to challenge myself. 

Marvel Universe Obviously I don't know the ins and outs of every single character but i'm comfortable with a fair amount of them

DC Universe I'm a Marvel girl so i'm less confident with this, though I know an insane amount about Batman and his corresponding villans

Harry Potter

Doctor Who I've watched some of the old ones with doctors 1-8 but not enough to really do the characters much justice 


Labyrinth yes I totally have a thing for David Bowie now shhh

True blood

There are probably more but i'm feeling to lazy to think any harder now, so if you are one of the very few people who have probably read this I would really apreciate your help. Hell,  I'll include the person who gives me the winning suggestion in the story. 



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I'm mostly focused on writing reader inserts, though also write alot of original work. (I just choose not to upload much of it) I also draw, but I don't like to share any of my sketches cause every artist on this site is 100 times better then I could ever hope to be.

My fandoms are as follows;

Doctor Who
True Blood
Game of Thrones
Harry Potter

That's all I can think of at the moment, though i'm sure there is more :c

I no longer take requests though I do, do offer commissions. Note me for prices ect.

If you for what ever reason wanna get to know me you're free to add me on Facebook…

I'm a proud slytherin, so no flaming the snakes when I'm around >:I


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bf5kid Featured By Owner Jan 17, 2015
Do you think you could help me with this?…

It be a bif help to me.
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Happy birthday!
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thankyou :)
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:iconthxfavplz: Much appreciated! :love:
MarvelEnchantress Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I just read your whole hawkeye x reader series today, so great :)! I really love your work, waiting for more awesome stuff :)!
majestic-glory Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2014  Student General Artist
aww thanks that means alot :) I think i'm adding another chapter today
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