Tony: who would you say is the most innocent out of us?
Harley: Peter.
Tony: really? Not Capsicle?
Steve: Come on, Tony! It was one time!
Harley: watch this. Hey Peter! What's first base?
Peter: hand holding
Harley: and second base?
Peter: running your hand through their hair
Harley: and third base?
Peter: them seeing you have a panic attack
Tony: yeah, okay, this kid is too innocent for his own good
Clint: I'm gonna tell him
Tony: *repulsers on his hands* DON'T YOU DARE!
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Nat: Thanks for coming with me to pick up Wanda from the dentist.
Clint: No problem. So, how long will it take for the laughing gas to wear off?
Nat: Probably another hour. But she seems pretty normal to me.
Wanda: Ooh, look, Natty. A hawk!
Nat: That’s a pigeon.
Wanda: Then why is it carrying a worm?
Nat: That’s a hot dog.
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My muse is in a coma, yours waits for them to wake
"Always by your side" [-sets bucky down to stand guard keep clint company-]
Bucky’s reading a book.
Bucky’s…hang on…something’s…
What’s going on? Where is he? Why does his mouth feel like the fucking Sahara? He opens it to speak, but no words come out. That apparently doesn’t matter, though, because Bucky’s looking at him. Bucky’s saying something, but Clint can’t hear what—why can’t he hear him? He feels like he should know the answer to that—or focus on his mouth long enough to read his lips.
And suddenly more people are here and Clint panics just a little. He doesn’t know where he is or who they are or what they want or what’s going on. What he does know is that he doesn’t want to be here. He wants to get away, get away, get away. And he tries. He really does. But his movements are sloppy and sluggish and he’s pretty sure the stinging in his knuckles means he just popped someone who got too close and tried to stop him in the jaw and now his arms are being held down and he still doesn’t know what’s going on but he doesn’t want to be here.
@dramatisperscnae (x)
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Okay guys, I’ve got a question, and I’m very perplexed about this.
In Captain America Civil War, WHERE the heck was Fury, huh?
Like am I supposed to believe his little superhero children start a brawl on the playground, and Papa Fury doesn’t show up and be like, “Get your asses to your rooms, right now! We’re going to have a family meeting and discuss this after you’ve been in time out.”
Would it have even made a difference?
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there's something slightly intimidating about the neck muscles in your profile picture
That is GENUINE corn fed BEEF stacked on that neck. That’s a BIG BOI. STONK
On a real note I feel like Clint would be incredibly intimidating in person because this psycho is 6’3 and 230 lbs running around with a bow that has a draw weight that essentially matches his body weight??? Totally unnecessary?? What is wrong with him??
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I honestly will never forget reading the last few chapters of Mrs Kennedy and Me
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“The Hydra,” the guy said, his voice flat and his eyebrow quirked, and Bucky flushed bright, humiliating colour heating his cheeks, and scowled harder like that would make up for it.
“That’s right,” he said. “Folks around here, they pay a little each month to keep things running smoothly. Kind of business insurance.” He looked pointedly at the heaps of sawdust on the floor. “Fire insurance, maybe.”
Added advantage of making his point: he didn’t have to see the sawdust and tiny curls of wood that clung lovingly to the man’s biceps from where he’d been planing the countertop balanced between two trestles. Bucky wasn’t sure he coulda kept up the scowl if he was looking anywhere but the floor.
“Insurance against you, shortstack?”
Bucky’s head snapped up, the chemical interaction of embarrassment and offence curling into anger, but the heat of it didn’t last long when he met the older man’s cool-water blue eyes. The guy looked at Bucky searchingly, and with something that looked like... Bucky didn’t want understanding. Jesus, understanding was almost worse.
“Way worse than me,” he said, flat and heavy, and the man nodded slowly, one hand coming up to scratch idly at his blond stubble, the soft scraping noise sending a gentle fizz that Bucky chose not to identify chasing up his spine.
“I’ll take it under advisement,” the guy said. “Keep you in mind.” And, incongruous, he flashed Bucky a wide and charming grin and winked at him, like this was all some kinda game.
Bucky glared, folded his arms across his chest, tried to look older and tougher and a hell of a lot more certain than he was.
“I’ll be back.”
“Looking forward to it,” the guy said.
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Clint: Noooo don't sign away your life
Tony: I'm gonna do it~
Clint: but you have so much to live for
Tony: oh ~ but where would I be if I don't sign this?
Clint: Tonyy
Tony: Cliint
Bucky, whispers: what the fuck is happening?
Steve, whispers: *shrugs* beats me
Rhodey: WOULD YOU TWO JUST SIGN THE DAMN PAPERS AND GO ON YOUR HONEYMOON ALREADY!
Nat, rubs the side of her head: I should have stayed home. At least Pepper had the brains to not come to this wedding
Thor, drinking his beer: You're telling me
Loki: Give me some of that *takes a swig of the beer*
Bruce: I'll take one for the road *takes the beer and chugs it down*
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