This was inspired by a tumblr prompt by supernatural-tardis, "Someone needs to write a fic where clint finds out about the haweye initiative and starts posing like that as soon as the paparazzi appear". (I would post the link but this site won't let me.)
This is my contribution - feedback such as follows, favorites, and reviews are much appreciated.
Also, if you're not familiar with the Hawkeye Initiative, you must google it. As in now. You won't regret it.
Disclaimer: Aww, Marvel, no
Two hours.
He'd managed to ignore two hours worth of Tony's insane giggles every time he glanced his way.
But a man can only take so much, and he snapped.
"What?" Clint barked out, his head swiveling around to face Tony and glare at him.
The asshole just giggled to himself harder.
"You really wanna' know?" The idiot managed to get out.
Well, no. He kinda wanted to be laughed at the rest of his goddamned life.
"Yes," he ground out, already getting off of his perch and already hovering behind Tony and his stupid Stark-tablet or Stark-pad or whatever the hell they were called.
"I'm glad to see you've taken the initiative to come see."
And for some reason that was the most hilarious thing in the universe, because now he was outright laughing.
Clint just rolled his eyes and waited for the truth to come out.
When it did, he found himself fabulously un-prepared.
Because...
"What the hell is that?"
Yep, more laughing.
"Well, according to this blogger, the best way to fix the problem with every strong female character is to replace them with you in their ridiculous, over-sexed poses," Tony explained, bringing up a line of pictures.
Well, huh.
The "Hawkeye Initiative" was pretty big, it would seem.
And, okay, he totally got why Tony was giggling like an idiot because, really, the people who drew the pictures were awesome.
There were even versions of him with his horrific circus outfit (which Tony loved to death).
That night was spent with all the Avengers gathered around one of Tony's largest screens scrolling through picture after picture of the Initiative.
Turned out to be big enough that not only were the other Avengers (minus Nat, because that kinda defeated the purpose but including Fury) had been penciled in the ridiculous positions too.
Even Wolverine got a few mentions.
Well, huh.
Just what could Clint do with this information?
. . .
His chance, sadly, didn't come until over a week later.
But it was so worth the wait.
The team was just arriving back at Avenger's Tower - a little banged up, but overall no worse for the wear - when a flurry of photo-hungry paparazzi morons bombarded the car before they even got the chance to get out.
Nat sighed, muttering about how undercover ops were hard when half the population knew your face. Bruce's lips were set in a thin line - he may have despised the publicity the most, which was saying a lot. Neither Thor nor Steve really understood it, but hated it nonetheless so kept their heads down and avoided direct contact. Tony was soaking it in like a freaking sponge. And Clint...
Well, Clint was doing something special.
He exited the car, like normal.
Watched the others - Avenger and paparazzi alike - like normal.
Let them go ahead of him, like normal.
But rather than scrunching up and trying to hide like normal, he did something radically different.
He coughed loudly (twice, because no one heard him the first time, dammit!), and, once he had a couple cameras aimed his way, he carefully turned around so his back was to them.
Dropped his bow (gently, his baby would be fine).
Bent down to pick it up, making sure his ass was angled at its full glory.
And, still ass-up, craned his neck around and puckered up his lips and went all doe-eyed with a lascivious,
"Oops. I think I - ...dropped something."
He was probably going to be blind from all of the brilliant flashes snapped at him, but it was so worth it.
The other Avengers were in varying state of shock, though Nat caught his eye and smirked, being the first to catch on to his ploy.
He held his pose for a few more beats - he wanted to make sure they all got beautiful pictures - then slowly (and quite sexily, he might add) straightened up.
Now that his good deed was done, he sashayed (his hips were a thing of wonder when he wanted them to be) and joined his team, grinning like an ass because of his genius.
. . .
The pictures were leaked instantly.
(Maybe "leaked" wasn't the right term considering he wanted them out there.)
They became #1 trending on Twitter and Facebook and every other social media thing.
None of the media - aside from the fandom side of Tumblr because, c'mon, they were flipping their shit, what with the "Hawkeye Initiative" now being canon and "omg, does Hawkeye have a Tumblr?" - caught onto what Clint was doing.
Which meant he'd have to keep doing it until they got the message.
Much to Tony's utter delight.
The billionaire even took to calling up paparazzi if they made it out of a mission fairly in one piece.
That was probably how Clint got voted "Best Ass in New York City".
(Much to Tony's utter dismay.)
Any time he was in public and spotted a camera, Clint was sure to strike some ridiculous pose. His favorites were the ones that accentuated his ass (which was most of them for that very reason).
He was constantly jutting out his chest and leaving the top portion of his vest unzipped.
He was usually looking over his shoulder, lips in a pout and eyes peering up from under lashes.
He was always bending over to do something.
Soon the paparazzi caught on and quit coming to him.
So he went to them.
All hail the Hawkeye Initiative.