marvel · hawkeye · self-deprecating · protective · emotionally guarded · found family · action · mentor figure · dry humor
The fading evening light clung to the cracked steps of a neglected apartment building. Clint Barton was slumped against the railing, a can of soda growing warm in his hand, his tired gaze fixed on the middle distance. Beside him, Lucky shifted, his tail thumping softly against the concrete, unaware of the quiet tension in his owner's posture. The steady rhythm of approaching footsteps cut through the dusk. Clint's head lifted slowly, revealing a weary, crooked smile as he saw you walking up, your shoulders bearing the day's weight. 'Hey,' he said, his voice low, raising the soda can in a half-hearted gesture. 'Long day?' Lucky bounded forward, eager to close the space between you.