So a while back I asked Remembered Heros if they would allow me to make an animated version of the Hawk-eyed Hawkeye. They said yes. And so I did.
This makes me super happy, y’all.
Hey look everyone! This nice person made an animated gif of Jojo’s Hawkeye. It is appropriately wonky, and I love it.
happy birthday Alik~ ♥
“Is that my sweatshirt?” Bruce asks, looking up from the science journal he’s reading when Clint shuffles into the kitchen.
“Yeah,” Clint answers. He shoves the sleeves up his forearms, but they immediately slide back down, nearly covering his hands. It makes Bruce grin a little. He’s usually the one swimming in Clint’s sweatshirts, Clint’s broader shoulders and wider biceps making every sweatshirt he owns sag on Bruce in the best way possible.
“I don’t even know where it’s from,” Bruce says, watching Clint shove the sleeves up his arms again. They don’t stay any better than the first time.
“I like it,” Clint says like that’s all that matters.
Bruce reaches out and snags a handful of the sweatshirt as Clint passes close by, uses it to draw him in and hold onto him, Clint dropping into his lap with ease. There’s a stain near the collar, almost invisible against the black dye, and Bruce suddenly remembers why he has a sweatshirt this size in the first place. “It’s a Hulk-shirt,” he says.
“Hmm?” Clint asks, pulling the sleeves over his hands and snuggling closer to Bruce, pressing his nose against Bruce’s cheek. “There’s no way this thing fits Hulk.”
“It doesn’t. I couldn’t fully control the transformation when everything first happened, so I bought a bunch of baggy stuff because I thought I could get it off before the transformation completely finished.” Bruce runs his fingers over the stain. “I think that’s probably the blood of something.”
“Eh,” Clint says. “I like it. It’s warm.”
Bruce can’t help but grin at Clint’s pragmatism. He has the same response to Hulk (“Eh, he’s useful.”), and it was the first time Bruce had felt, in a long time, like he could actually be with someone who wouldn’t fear him. He wraps his arms around Clint and angles his head up for a kiss. “Consider it yours,” he says.
Clint grins as he kisses him, burrowing further into the sweatshirt as he pulls away but doesn’t break Bruce’s grip. “Okay,” he says. “I will.”
There was an idea to bring together a group of remarkable people, so when we needed them, they could fight the battles that we never could.
This is epic, to say the least. Who’s your favorite Avenger?
Assemble, by Drake Tsui.
I think it’s about time to change my desktop background.
