Seriously, the golden hour is pure photographic gold. If I was a civilian on the ground during a battle and it was 5, I'd stand there with my camera until one of the Avengers or first responders physically moved me.
Middle Of A Battle
"Hawkeye, what's your position?" Steve asked through the comms.
They were fighting some giant gecko-turtle-armadillo creature thing. No one knew where it came from or who created it. The creature, or Fernando as Tony called it, just showed up in New York that afternoon (3 pm) and proceeded to wreak the place. The Avengers had been at it for almost two hours and the creature didn't show any sign of giving up.
"I'm up high. I can see 'nando coming down Broadway. In a moment he'll be close enough for me to get a clean shot."
"Good. Let's end this."
Clint didn't notice Tony landing near him nor the fact the billionaire was out of his suit and had his camera. He was nocking an arrow when he heard a click. Whirling around he sighed and asked, "Really, of all places- The middle of a battle?"
Tony smirked from behind the camera, "Battle started around 3. It's now 5:15. The golden hour started fifteen minutes ago, lighting is great, and you are oh so beautifully positioned. Be a good birdy and continue taking your shot while I take mine."
Clint shook his head and focused his attention back on the species challenged creature. Taking the shot, Clint watched the creature flail around trying to figure out where he was. He heard another click behind him. Deciding give the billionaire what he wanted, Clint put one of his feet on the raised edge of the building and his bow down by his side. He was posing, but knew Tony would be happy. Keeping an eye on the creature, Clint nocked another arrow and got ready to take another shot. He heard Tony's camera still snapping. He released the arrow and the creature was finally downed.
"Alright, finally it's over. Avengers met you back at the tower." Steve sounded tired.
"Come on Tony," Clint said turning around, "Tower. Loki will wonder what's taking you so long. Don't you usually like let him mother hen or something?"
"It's more than just mother henning Hawkass," Tony said looking thoughtful, "But yeah, we should get going. Want a lift back to the tower?"
Clint looked at the Tower in the distance and decided he didn't want to figure out how to get back. He nodded to Tony, "Yeah, not navigating the tops of buildings today."
Tony got back into his suit, grabbed Clint and took off back to the tower.
Thank's for reading! This is actually already completed, I just haven't had the time to put it up yet, so I am now. I've been wanting to do a photography related fic for a while now. Hope you liked it, please review!