I have to say that the posts about/scans of the current Hawkeye comic have almost tempted me to check it out. And I think the last comic book I owned featured Donald Duck. However...
1) Comic continuity, yikes. It's like coming into a soap opera that's been on the air for 50 years and trying to get a handle on who's who and who's slept with who and who's alive and who isn't and what's going on with all the other characters... yeah.
2) Related to (1): I'm really rather happy in my little MCU sandbox. Things are simpler here.
3) I would feel compelled to root for a 'ship. And I just can't ship Clint with anyone but Natasha -- see (2) -- no matter how awesome Kate is. Or Bobbi. Or Jess. Just... no. I'm ship-monogamous.
4) Probably most importantly: the idea of Clint as the Perpetual-Adolescent Screwup does not appeal to me. At. All. (Again, all I've seen is scans and peoples' comments. And maybe I'm reading too much into those.
Title: Five Times Clint and Natasha Ended Up Under the Mistletoe Rating: General Audiences/PG Fandom/Pairing: The Avengers (2012), Clint/Natasha Summary: A Christmas-themed Secret Santa fic for always_a_queen in the be_compromised exchange Notes: Thanks to madjm for the beta! I don't know that anyone is interested in reading Christmas-themed fic in January, but it felt weird not to post it.
*puts down New Avengers: Breakout, and yes I read it in four hours*
So, I don't read comics and what little I know about the comics' characters storylines pretty much comes from wikipedia. And generally I'm not impressed with novel tie-ins because they hardly ever get to do anything fun with the characters.
So I was rewatching a bit of Avengers in the interests of story research, particularly Natasha's first scene, particularly her phone call with Coulson, and can I just say ( cut for incoherant ramblingCollapse )
Title: Incidental Rating: Mature Fandom/Pairing: Avengers (2012), Clint/Natasha Summary: There are stories. There are always stories. The trick is to leave them with a tale but not a face, or at least not a body. Notes: This is just something that burbled up mid-way through writing my Secret Santa fic and wanted to become a real boy. Many thanks to madjm for the beta! This story can also be found on AO3.