1. Phil Coulson
Clint shifted slightly, watching as a man walked through the door. With his left hand cuffed to the table in front of him - which was bolted to the floor - and all of his belongings in the custody of whoever managed to catch him.
He had been scoping out a parking garage in Texas when the Suit appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
Clint hated when that happened. When his deafness was a liability to him. The only way he wouldn't have been caught was if he could hear.
Needless to say, when the man in the suit sat down across from him in a calm, relaxed way, Clint was fairly angry.
The two men started at each other silently, and Clint's already bad mood worsened when he realized the Suit didn't bring an interpreter with him. What were they going to do, pass each other notes like they were in middle school?
After a couple minutes go by with neither attempting to communicate, Clint huffs. The sooner this was over, the sooner he could start working on his escape plan.
Leaning backwards, Clint blew out a breath before opening his mouth and speaking. "Yo."
The agent raised a singular eyebrow, before repeating what the younger man had said. "Yo? We [...] [...] in [...] [...] fifteen minutes [...] all you [...] [...] [...] [...] yo?"
Clint frowned, sighing frustratedly. Clint could hear the man talking, but it was so muffled and quiet that he couldn't make anything out. He was better than some others at lip-reading, but it was still incredibly hard to understand long conversations. He can see the man say something else, but he had already started ignoring him.
Another few minutes pass by, and when he doesn't hear another word from Hawkeye, the Agent stands up, eyebrows furrowed and expression angry. The change in position catches Hawkeye's attention, and the two men finally make eye-contact.
With the suited man not speaking and all of his attention on Clint, he took the opportunity and raised his uncuffed hand - his right - and pointed it as the agent, turned both hands from palm up to palm down, before moving a curved pointer finger in the mans direction. 'YOU FINISH?'
The shock on the agent's face was priceless, and Clint couldn't help but smirk with satisfaction.
Clint watched - thoroughly amused - as the agent excused himself and left the room. Quietly chuckling, Hawkeye shook his head.
When the man returned about a half hour later with an interpreter in tow, Clint was pleasantly surprised.
The agent sat down, and Clint watched the interpreter sign to him. 'MY NAME A-G-E-N-T C-O-U-L-S-O-N. AGAIN WE START.'