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[aimtrue]

Your Muse: Clint Barton.
Muse wanted: Agent Phil Coulson.
Community: smuttysws , and casual threading on journals.
Fandom: Marvel
Canon or AU: Either or. I do love the canon, buuuut. I do have an AU weakness.
Medium: Avengers Movieverse, though I'm using elements of 616 Clint.
Contact via: Comment, or contact post on Clint's journal.

I've just started playing Clint around smuttysws , and there seems to be a varied and awesome pool of Avengers around. But there is no Phil Coulson, and that makes me sad. We need our Super Nanny. And I may have a slight Clint/Coulson bias, if that's anyone's thing. Come and play with us.

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[vintagecardcollector]

[Reaches into his desk and pulls out the cattle prod.]

Please?

[aimtrue]

[Which has Clint laughing, and shifting his ass a little bit.] Since you asked so nicely.

[vintagecardcollector]

[Tugs the paperwork away and smooths it out.]

Was it the please or the cattle prod which worked? I'd like to know for reference.

[aimtrue]

I'm a sucker for a man with good manners, sir. Though I am curious as to why you have a cattle prod in your desk drawer?

[vintagecardcollector]

[He looks as if it's obvious. He motions from the prod to Clint and back again.]

Did you not see the situation that just happened? Big powers and skills mean big egos. Little shocky stick tends to work on everybody.

[aimtrue]

Or maybe you're just really kinky.

[vintagecardcollector]

[Enjoyed the puzzled, slightly shocked look.]

At my desk? I'd like to think you consider me a bit more professional than that!

[aimtrue]

[He holds his hands up in mock defense.]

You're the guy with the cattle prod. Don't look at me.

[vintagecardcollector]

I confiscated it from Banner. It seemed there was some sort of war going on with it. [He put the prod back into his desk.]

I'm not even going to consider why you're first thought was that it was something kinky

[aimtrue]

[He waggles his eyebrows.]

Wouldn't you like to know.

[vintagecardcollector]

[His brows drew together.]

I wouldn't, that's why I said I wasn't thinking on it.

[aimtrue]

[He's just going to lean right over and look into Phil's drawer.]

What else have you got in there?

[vintagecardcollector]

[He sits back, letting Clint see. It's like looking at the principals drawer of goods at a high school, only for super brilliant students. There is technology, toy figures of all the team and random knickknacks.]

Contraband.

[aimtrue]

[Uh-oh. Clint has seen the figure of him, and he's pulling it out of the drawer, looking positively gleeful.]

Is this me? This is me. I'm an action figure.

[vintagecardcollector]

[At least he didn't see the pornography under it. It's a spin off parody of the avengers and it's called Hawk's eye and the tagline is he always hits his mark. Phil's forgotten it's there.]

Yup. The sale of that one is a little lower than the rest.

[aimtrue]

[He completely missed that, but probably would've been amused by it all the same. As it is he's distracted by the fact that he's an action figure. He squints, holding it level with Phil, and pressing the button that shoots the arrow.]

I don't even care. This is the coolest shit ever.

[vintagecardcollector]

[He doesn't flinch as the best shooter he's ever met losses an arrow on him. It hits him square in the forehead and then fall off of him.]

You've got t-shirts, ball caps, boxers, lunch boxes and a sunday morning cartoon that will air in spring.

[aimtrue]

Damn. They gave me a cartoon too? I know what I'll be doing on Sunday mornings from spring...

[vintagecardcollector]

You're part of a cartoon, yes. You're a bit of a...goodie two shoes though. [Yes someone was part of the testing group just to make sure no avenger was portrayed badly...and maybe a little of his own amusement.]