A brief break in the action here, folks, because there are some things to note. One, in a tactical sense, Barton never goes first. Up on a rooftop, watching other people walk into certain danger—that’s his favorite place to be. Second, he’s not exactly bad with children. He likes them, can actually be pretty good with them. But these are Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter’s children, and that’s a whole different ball game. And finally, it’s 19-fucking-56. Every frame of reference he has, every protocol and every contingency plan, has been tossed out a window. Lesser agents would be panicking more than Clint is.
But what does Hawkeye do? He gets cocky.
He winks at Josephine, reaching behind him to pluck the fletching off one of his arrows. They’re all polycarbonate, so the feathers are aerodynamically designed. They also pull apart into pieces rather conveniently, in case he’s ever in need on a battlefield and needs to scavenge to reuse them. So when he begins tossing it into the air, making the fletching do more and more complicated spins with slight flicks of his wrist. And he doesn’t stop as he waltzes past Steve, Peggy, Gabriel and the girls. When he’s at the door, he catches it and turns back to them.
“Y’know, everything my mother taught me is screaming something about ‘ladies first,’ in this situation.”
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But what does Hawkeye do? He gets cocky.
He winks at Josephine, reaching behind him to pluck the fletching off one of his arrows. They’re all polycarbonate, so the feathers are aerodynamically designed. They also pull apart into pieces rather conveniently, in case he’s ever in need on a battlefield and needs to scavenge to reuse them. So when he begins tossing it into the air, making the fletching do more and more complicated spins with slight flicks of his wrist. And he doesn’t stop as he waltzes past Steve, Peggy, Gabriel and the girls. When he’s at the door, he catches it and turns back to them.
“Y’know, everything my mother taught me is screaming something about ‘ladies first,’ in this situation.”