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He's one of the world's best marksmen, if not the best, and he can do impossible things with a bow and arrow that most people couldn't even dream of. His perfect aim and ability to never miss unless he fully intends to extends to other weapons, such as handguns and sniper rifles, but if given a choice, and to use his uncanny talent to its full potential, he will always go for the bow first and foremost to combine the fact he's a master of archery as well as an expert marksman and feels most confident with it, as we see in Thor, and no one appears to argue with the choice (or, at least, Coulson doesn't, the man giving the order for eyes up high with a gun). Due to his time in the circus, Clint is also an expert at acrobatics, a little something extra he learned to spice up his act and that he now puts into any hand-to-hand combat he's forced into, which gives him exceptional strength and agility, and that's built up his stamina to take more than any human should be able to take.
He might see better from a distance and be put to better use taking out targets from a afar, but he's had military training to be the best in combat, using what's available to him, and, as we saw during the fight against Natasha whilst he was under Loki's sway, he's good with a set of knives, even if she is more than a match for him. He's also shown to be at an advanced level as a strategist, commanding small groups while attacking the Helicarrier, no doubt a plan that he formed and helped Loki to perfect, leading the countless soldiers to their deaths so that he could go off and get the important things taken care of, which shows he's good at both giving and taking orders, but that he's also quite capable of getting a job done in his own way and going to the extremes to get it done.
But, unlike some of the people he's worked alongside, Clint is a mere mortal, he comes with all of the weaknesses that being human brings, as well as a few of his own. He struggles to trust due to his background and upbringing, but he us loyal to a fault when he feels someone's earned it, and he has the tendency to pick up blame and bear the weight of it on his shoulders, even if it's not always down to him; he takes failures to heart, but because of it works that much harder in the attempts to succeed. Sleep doesn't come easy to him, so he often drinks a little to help get him there, but he's also terrified of ending up like his father. His aim is perfect from afar, and he's good at hand-to-hand, but it's not his strongest, and if someone were to take advantage of that, it might not be as hard as it ought to be to get the upper-hand given the wrong circumstances. He doesn't fair well with crowds, but he's good at acting his way through things, especially where work is concerned, but otherwise prefers solitude more often than not. And he never forgets, good or bad, which can sometimes effect his judgement, but he keeps morals he can live by, refusing the odd order when he finds fault in it, even though that doesn't help him when he's under someone else's control, which, it seems, he's easily susceptible to, magic or not.
Items/Weapons: Changed into casual attired, Clint will be entering with a bag containing the following:
-- His specially customised, S.H.I.E.L.D. sanctioned bow and quiver that function together whenever he requires a certain kind of arrow - the bow is no longer the one he started out with years ago, bits being replaced over the years, but he still refers to her as a she and calls her Rose; if asked nicely, he might share why that is.
-- Several concealed daggers that he keeps about his person at all times, one in particular he considers his favourite that he also may or may not have named, a garrote or two, and his Heckler & Koch P30.
-- Items of attire that make up his S.H.I.E.L.D. and Avenger uniform.
Sample Entry:
[ Waking up in a hospital bed is one thing, Clint's had his fair share of injuries since working for S.H.I.E.L.D., but this is a first. He doesn't know where he is, how he got here, or what he's wanted for, but after Loki, it's a little unsettling.
He's managed to explore the nearby surroundings, coming up empty, and there's no one around to ask. But, as luck has it, he's got a hold of a device to communicate with in a last hope of figuring this thing out. ]
Yeah, so you're not gonna believe this, but I have no idea where I am or how I got here. Anyone else hearing this and having the same problem? [ His expression, or what little there is there to see, is difficult to read, but beneath the surface of cool, calm, and collected, he's having a full-blown panic. Quietly. Deep down. His casual yet dry tone are enough to show his frustration and discomfort if anyone should know what to look for. ] 'Cause I'd feel a whole lot better if we could be in it together. Or, y'know, if there's someone out there who could give me some answers. Yeah, that'd be great.
[ There's a hesitance, as if he's planning to end the feed, but then thinks better of it. ]
Tasha, if you're seeing this, make that rescue a quick one, yeah? Gotta admit, this is weird, even for me. And I was looking forward to cashing in those vacation days I finally got approved.
Sample Entry Two:
Clint could be as talkative as the next person if he happened to be in the right mood for it, but a lot of the time he preferred to be alone, to keep to himself whenever and wherever possible, because it was simply easier that way more often than not – no one could get hurt, no lives put at risk because of any associations he might have had to them. He learned early on that cutting all ties was a wise move. He didn’t have that many ties left to sever to begin with, though, and sometimes it was as much of a blessing as it was a curse, but at least it was a choice and one that he got to make himself.
He liked being up high, a master at climbing things, especially roofs of any stature, which was where he was now – the building of a S.H.I.E.L.D. operations base, scouting out the surrounding area, eyes peeled like a hawk hunting through the darkness for prey, searching as far as humanly possible. He had good vision, though, exceptional even, and he secretly feared the day that it started to fade, a time when he might have to acquire contact lenses to aid him, because it was the one thing he was good at, that he got right every time, and without it he would be lost. But he had been lucky so far, and for that he was grateful.
Clint liked to sit and think, to ponder everything and nothing, to keep his thoughts focused and in check, forcing them wherever he wanted them and to never let them wander without permission. He could lose himself in thought for hours, never quite forgetting what it was he was supposed to be doing, the objective, but he did spend long, tedious hours at times watching and waiting, and that involved a lot of patience. It helped. He had never had much trouble passing the time away, losing himself amongst his thoughts and getting wrapped up in imagination. Much of the time, after he returned to the present, he couldn’t even recount what it was he had been pondering. And other times, he loved the challenge of not thinking, of putting everything into focusing on the job at hand, if the mission required it because it was more than a simple milk run. But not thinking often took plenty of thinking to get to that point in the first place, and there was certain things he never let himself dwell on if he could help it.
A voice came over the communications device subtly slipped in his ear, and he raised a hand to it, responded in a straightforward manner, obeying as if on autopilot. “On it, sir,” he assured, pushing up slightly from the position he had been in for who knows how long, crawling further around the edge of the building to keep his eyes on the trance of the perimeter as instructed. There was no target in sight, and it seemed unlikely there would be, but he did as he was asked all the same; there were people inside, people who helped protect the world, and he wasn’t going to let them or the rest of cavitation down by failing to do this.
He loved the feel of the quiver firmly over his shoulder, the bow hanging looser, ready to easily be pulled forward and swing into action. It was a lifeline, one thing he was good at, that he had spent countless hours on over the years, determined to improve his skill, and even now, after gaining his position and reputation, he still knew it could be better. He was driven to be better, never felt good enough, and he knew at that point that the interruption had pulled him too far out of his own easy thoughts, had pushed him into less pleasant ones. He pulled down his bow, held it in place, took aim on the entrance and squinted one eye, as if an enemy was about to walk right on in at any second. It helped him to control his wandering thoughts, to push them all in together to one side, to lock them away for when he was alone and free to do as he pleased, to wallow in them for a time in order to cast them better aside so that they didn’t become a problem later.
But until then, he was on duty, as he often was, and he was content enough. He had nowhere else to be, nowhere important to go. Being part of S.H.I.E.L.D. helped him to feel as if he was doing something meaningful with his life, something worthwhile – he took life, of course, but always threats to the innocent, terrorists who brought danger to the country, or, in some cases, the earth as a whole, even if it was always the last resort, and never if it could be avoided. He had done much wrong in his own sordid past that defending what he once helped destroy, however small, made him feel better about himself and where he came from. But he was lost before he found this, alone in the world, and even though he looked to be an outsider, hanging above the rest while other agents gave him odd looks, Clint felt like he belonged, had learned to call it home. It was the closest thing he had ever had to one, at least, and, ironically, one where he felt safe.
As determined as he was to protect the world, to push himself beyond the limits to be of use and to do the right thing whenever and wherever he could, there was still one more thing he was determined of, and that was to keep hold of that family, to never take it for granted, even when he was, because all families have their ups and downs, and he had never been disillusioned into thinking he was not awkward at times, difficult to put up with, and yet they did, for whatever reason.
He could live with that.
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