NAME. Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye JOURNAL. shotdown PLAYED BY. Jeremy Renner FANDOM. Marvel 616 CANON POINT. Post Hawkeye #20
CANON PUNCTURABLE? Yes
➶LIFE AFTER COMBAT. Clint's a recently discharged military vet, he's spent most of his adult life serving his country. This 'life of luxury' thing is going to take a lot to get used to. ➶ACTUAL HUMAN DISASTER. Professionally, Clint had it sussed. Personally? Not so much. Clint is the epitome of trainwreck, give him a choice and he's 99% likely to choose the wrong thing. He needs a keeper. Or a padded house. ➶REHABILITATION. Losing what makes you think you're valuable is a head trip, it's hard to bounce back from. Clint needs to work out just how to cope living an average life (or as average as this will be) and get it through his really thick skull that he still has plenty to offer.
out of character
NAME. Squid AIM. squidded EMAIL. firstname.lastname@example.org TIMEZONE. GMT AVAILABILITY. Most nights; varied during days.
Clint Barton was born in small-town Iowa with one older brother. Life was quiet, uneventful and largely boring. By the time Clint was in high school he already had a minor reputation as a heartbreaker and troublemaker, not to mention his teachers' building frustration with his inability to focus long enough in class to actually apply himself. Clint wasn't much for 'learning', however. Sitting around in a class wasn't his preferred way to spend his time.
By his senior year, he was cutting class almost as much as he was attending it. Clint was always aware that he wouldn't be making himself some highly educated whatever, college wasn't on the cards for him, financially or academically, and that was fine. He wasn't that interested either. With a manual laborer for a father and waitress mother, Clint was under no illusions about finishing school and going straight into the workforce to help make ends meet.
The month of graduation there was a recruitment drive for the army; the prospect of an education with a purpose, the chance to travel and actually doing something worthwhile. Clint signed up on the spot. His mother wasn't especially happy, but the options in their area were greatly limited, and Clint knew he'd never be happy pulling the usual nine to five there.
Enlisting was, by far, the best thing Clint ever did. Joining the US Army built a much more settled nature in Clint, calming his rebellious nature somewhat. The army gave Clint a sense of belonging, equality and discipline, things that were largely lacking in his life. Taking to life in the military like a duck to water, Clint excelled in his training, working through his initial training into his first tour of duty, specializing primarily in on the field communications. Following his first four years, Clint spent only six weeks at home before resuming his second tour, stopping half way through a deployment in Iran to go through Ranger training on the recommendation of his CO.
By his 30th birthday, Clint was a specialist in ordinance disposal, long range cover (sniper training) and had completed five years as an army ranger, having only taken personal leave twice, once for each parents funeral. Clint had carved out a well-maintained life for himself in the forces, with a camaraderie that would be hard to find elsewhere.
However, on a semi-routine operation in Kabul an IED blew out a foreign dignitaries convoy with US army escorts. While a majority of the convoy was safely evacuated, Clint and two of his colleagues in the front vehicle were left with burns, shrapnel damage, and numerous injuries from the concussive blast. Along with a broken shoulder from the initial impact of the bomb, Clint was left with 70% loss of his hearing due to the impact being by his side of the vehicle.
Shipped back home, Clint spent eighteen months at the VA in Los Angeles, getting physical therapy for shoulder mobility and working on his hearing issues. The ringing in his ears eventually cleared, but the damage to his inner ears was irreversible, Clint was left with minimal hearing and shrapnel lodged in his shoulder. He was honourably discharged six months later. During those six months, Clint learned ASL, lip reading and was fitted with subtle hearing aids to assist as they could.
But after a lifetime in the forces, Clint wasn't entirely sure what to do with himself. He didn't have a family to go back to Iowa for, his brother was somewhere and Clint had no goals or aspirations outside of the army. Remaining in LA for a while, Clint rehomed an injured labrador which he renamed Lucky. After a while, Lucky and Clint packed up the small possessions that they had and moved out, looking for greener pastures.
What they found was Orange County, after leaving the state, returning, considering San Francisco, finding it far too pretentious, Lucky decided he liked the beach in the OC, Clint hasn't learned to say no to his dog.