HEY AVENGERS !
where’s the cake and brass band ?
HAWKEYE’S BACK !
𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢, 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙻 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙲𝚂’ 𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙽𝚃 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙾𝙽 / 𝙷𝙰𝚆𝙺𝙴𝚈𝙴. 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.
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sentences from the youtube series , buzzfeed unsolved . primarily taken from season 5′s supernatural investigations .
“ it doesn’t matter because you’re dead ”
“ it’s not impressive , no one’s impressed ”
“ the spot of your death is now a lovely gift shop ”
“ as god as my witness , he snapped him in half ”
“ i seriously want you to throw something right at my face ”
“ you can live in the cave ”
“ i’m a big fan of your name ”
“ the fact that you steal , that’s really funny to me ”
“ that’s the greatest thing to steal : a man’s joy ”
“ because i’m a masochist ”
“ i’m going to regret this ”
“ i’ve lost the ability to feel ”
“ they’re gonna fucking murder you ”
“ the way you shushed me was quite rude ”
“ cowards , all of you ”
“ i’m strange and off putting ”
“ i should not feel confident in the face of any man ”
“ here you are , smiling in the face of the devil ”
“ i hate bats ”
“ bats sometimes carry rabies and that’s a thing i’m afraid of ”
“ not today devil birds , not today ”
“ i think i’m blacking out right now ”
“ i don’t think i’m going to remember this moment ”
“ i think i’m gonna cry ”
“ i keep forgetting there’s ghosts in here ”
“ if you know me and my debilitating fear of bears , this is my worst nightmare ”
“ i’m standing on an altar alone ”
“ maybe you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and eat your cat ”
“ i’m so glad that’s over let’s go eat taco bell ”
“ were you making horse noises ? ”
“ in case any of you needed a reminder this place is a twisting nightmare ”
“ there’s a good chance i’m gonna fart in here ”
“ well this is horrifying ”
“ let’s do each other a favor and not show ourselves to each other ”
“ if you could do me a big solid and not do anything that would be sublime ”
“ this is just as horrifying as i thought it would be ”
“ you talk to hide from the silence ”
“ do i look like the kind of man who could give advice ? ”
“ several bad choices have lead me to this moment ”
“ let’s play look at the ceiling tiles ! 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 … ”
“ i just wanna know if you think they have belly buttons ”
“ i did meet some of the most insufferable people but they also met me ”
“ if it sounds like a duck and walks like a duck ”
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➼ 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙄𝙀𝘿 !
❛ ya know, you’re trying to bribe me with a cup of cheap coffee when it’s ammunition that should be on the table right now. ❜
〝 yeah, except i’m WEARING PURPLE for this one, so kinda hoping we can keep the ammunition out of it. 〞 he’s smart enough to know that isn’t really how she operates, but just DESPERATE ENOUGH to try anyways. 〝 and that coffee wasn’t cheap. it was like six bucks, so you can at least hear me out. 〞
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𝙒𝙃𝙔 𝘿𝙊 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙃𝙐𝙍𝙏 ?
𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙄𝙎𝙉'𝙏 𝙀𝙉𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙔𝙊𝙐 .
the words creep into your head in the dead of night one night and you cannot get rid of them . ' this isn't enough for me anymore ' . you thought this was enough for you at some point, or maybe you hoped that it would be, but it isn't, and it hurts. you need to change something, or die trying. this ― life like this ― does not make life worth living.
there is a lump in your throat that demands attention EVERY WAKING MOMENT of the day. there is pain in your body like a cavernous maw you cannot keep balance over. this is not what you wanted. you need to change. you can't stay here. it is not a character flaw, you want more.
TAGGED BY : @warhunting .
TAGGING : you there with the face .
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➼ UNCHARTED !
@thunderbringer asked : ❝ make sure that you’re safe. ❞
if the words came from ANYONE ELSE, clint might just have laughed. safe has never really been a feature in his life, and certainly not before he’s about to stake out a proverbial snake pit filled with murderers, criminals, and all the worst that night city has to offer. except it’s not anyone else. it’s thor, his thor. worrying, over - protective, always there when clint needs him thor, and clint could never laugh at him showing just how much HE CARES about the train wreck of a merc he somehow decided to fall in love with.
〝 it’s just recon, 〞 clint offers. hands smooth over thor’s shoulders, clench in the fabric of his warm coat and the marksman has to work so damn hard to resist just burying himself in that warmth and comfort. god only knows he’s going to MISS IT out in the desert tonight. 〝 i’ll keep well clear, far out of range. raffs won’t even know i’m there. 〞
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It’s always me, running away. Sometimes, to save myself from something. Most of the time, to save something from me.
A. Martin
(via quotemadness)
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➼ 𝙒𝙀𝘼𝙋𝙊𝙉𝙓𝙏𝙈 !
an audible cursing of the LORD was uttered under her breath as clint abandoned his fighting stance and resembled a man who had entered the wrong room and was … slowly trying to exit backwards with a flurry of apologies falling from his lips. logan was not pressed towards true frustration as her expression blossomed into a smirk. ❛ hear me out. you can be BOTH … you just gotta not be such a chicken shit ‘bout it, ❜ logan concluded with a firm nod as she pushed her cheek forward as if PRESENTING him with the perfect place to strike. ❛ – i mean, believe in yourself or whatever. ❜
now that her pep talk was completed, and executed perfectly in her own mind, logan had naively assumed that the conversation piece was over and done with. ❛ you drink any more coffee and you’re gonna blow your heart out. ❜
〝 i prefer SENSIBLE AND RATIONAL, but if you wanna call it chicken shit . . . 〞 yeah, okay, fine. it’s a little bit chicken shit. it’s also a little bit knowing if he, an archer, wrecks his hand doing something stupid and insane like punching a human steel beam, that might just rank as the dumbest thing he’s ever done. and that is not an easy list to top.
the change of subject is good. welcome, even. clint doesn’t like backing down from a good SPARRING MATCH any more than the next guy. it just so happens, there is something that never fails to soften a blow. 〝 nah. coffee is good for your heart, 〞 he counters without any real knowledge to back it. hey, it’s good for his heart, kind of in the same way as puppies and kittens and the kindness of strangers. it’s all a matter of perspective. 〝 but, hey. if you’re right, and coffee’s what finally does me in, at least i’ll die a happy, caffeinated man. 〞
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➼ 𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 !
𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇, 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇, 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 —— but truth is, he just feels —— sort’ve naked without it. Vulnerable, and not just in ways that have to do with fighting or weapons. For the kind of history that has, now, it is part of him now, and it’s just —— he feels like something’s been taken from him, and he doesn’t like the feeling. It’s not the first time, sure, and it probably won’t be the last; it’s not indestructible, and he’s got a tendency to use it in ways that put it to the test.
Doesn’t stop that unsettled feeling, though.
He makes a face, though; he’s hazy, but he’s fought through worse, and he manages to be at least kind’ve coherent. ❝ With Tony at it? Yeah, probably. ❞ Ugh, his tongue feels thick an’ heavy in his mouth, and that skew of his mouth reflects that without need to say it. ❝ Someone better get in there and make sure he’s not painting it red and gold or something else ridiculous. ❞
At the question, he gives a considering noise in his throat, and then —— probably because he’s drugged to the gills —— gives a tiny little grin that’s hazily silly. ❝ I don’t know. They took my pants to make sure I didn’t wander off. So until I get those back, I’m guessing they want me to stay out. ❞
THAT FACE. clint wonders if bucky’s turned that face on the nurses yet, that sleepy . . . something somewhere in the neighborhood of a pout that has no business being that, hell, if he’s ever gonna call bucky barnes cute, it’s not gonna be while he’s trapped in a hospital bed, but it’s real futzing close. maybe the hospital staff has some sort of immunity to it, built up resistance to say no when those hazy blues crinkle at the edges with what’s trying real hard to be resistance.
but clint ? clint’s three times a sucker for it, if the warm and fuzzies setting up shop in his chest are anything to go by. 〝 oh, i dunno, 〞 he manages finally, not really trying to keep a BIG DUMB GRIN of his own from settling in on his stubbled face. he needs to shave. later. 〝 i was thinking i might put in a request for purple. 〞 joking, of course. clint always loves seeing bucky in his colors, but that might be taking it a few steps too far.
〝 throw on some racing stripes, maybe ? no, no, i’ve got it. big wizard right up the bicep ― glowing staff, lightning bolts, THE WORKS. 〞 is he laying it on thick ? absolutely, but a little bit of over - the - top distraction can sometimes be just what the doctor ordered. or was that rest ? whatever. 〝 maybe he could build you in a can - opener . . . can’t ever seem to find mine. 〞
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➼ 𝙏𝙃𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝘽𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍 !
clint being angry wasn’t unexpected , he was furious when thor had been considering talking to booker . it was only certain that it would be worse once he realized what the hell happened . they are both very very capable , strong and experienced , but that doesn’t take away from the fact that they still worry . rarely are they separated for longer than a few days , but during that time they are in constant contact . it’s a must in their line of work and when that line is severed , a panic sets in just as he knows it did for clint .
his nerves are alive feeling the touch of the man he loves , he’d been unsure for a few moments if escaping capture would have been possible . he got LUCKY , that’s it . there wasn’t a time , though , where thor didn’t consider how crazy clint was getting over his disappearance . were the tables turned , thor would have scoured every inch of this world to get his pirate back .
the force of their bodies meeting in desperate embrace almost is enough to knock the wind out of him . clint is angry and emotional with every reason to be , but his arms still lock around the viking with no signs of letting go . that is perfectly fine with him . thor will take the anger knowing he’s back here where he belongs in these arms . ❝ i’m sorry . ❞ he could argue and state how none of this was his fault , but he knows how this conversation is going to go . thor should have never gone after booker to begin with .
he accepts the tongue lashing and the threats , it means that clint cares and loves him more than he could ever possibly confess . at least in his own way . ❝ i will , ❞ he says pulling clint tighter into his chest and presses a very firm kiss to his love’s lips . its been far too long and he may be incredibly furious with thor , but thor is glad he’s here to witness that anger . he lets go of the kiss , no where near satisfied with the length of it but he lets his thumb graze along clint’s bottom lip unable to help the dumb smile on his face . clint is angry and thor is smiling . ❝ call andy and then i’ll tell you everything . ❞
LETTING GO is harder than it has any right being. thor is here ― clint can see him and touch him and smell him ― but actually letting go feels . . . dangerous. like he could just disappear again in an instant, regardless of how absolutely insane that idea is in reality. that wound was still just too raw, too new ( and that’s saying something for a magically - reviving immortal ) to have thor taken away all over again. still, he manages, if only because getting through this means getting his answers faster. not all the way ; he keeps a hold on thor’s wrist as they go inside, free hand fishing his burner out of the pocket of the first jeans he’d found in his duffel.
the call is short, detail - oriented without a whole hell of a lot of information to offer up to their DE FACTO LEADER, and clint is honestly grateful for it. words are hard, right now, keeping his voice level enough to not sound like an absolute emotional train wreck is harder still. 〝 okay . . . 〞 he says, sinking onto the corner of a bed and already feeling like he’s been wrung out and left out to dry. 〝 i need . . . 〞 so many things. a break. the world to stop spinning. his chest to feel a little less like there’s a vise around it. any of those would do, but in the end he settles for something a bit more attainable. 〝 coffee. coffee, and then we talk. 〞
make it make sense, he wants to say. make it make sense why thor left him after everything that happened to help the PERSON RESPONSIBLE for all of it. 〝 fucking booker . . . 〞 it comes out without his meaning it to, spoken against empty hands as he buries his face into them. make it make sense, please.
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➼ 𝙏𝙃𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝘽𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍 !
[ REUNITE ] - having been apart for some time, sender, upon seeing receiver for the first time, sprints to give them a hug. (be emo w this okay PLS–)
it started as a conversation with booker . a questioning of sorts , when he hadn’t really been in the mood or state of mind to answer any interrogations . clint hadn’t agreed and furious that thor even entertained the idea of trying to get through to booker . somehow it just felt RIGHT . there are reasons for everything and once he realizes that nothing will come out of the visit with the drunk french man , thor has had enough .
he watches booker retreat to his apartment , bottle in hand and stumbling . why did he even bother ?? thor is disappointed but its been that way since he’d found out exactly what booker was up to . they all were because they are family and family doesn’t betray one another . he can understand the thought process since he’s been a live a long long time but he hasn’t been alone . not in the sense that booker has . thor has almost ALWAYS had clint . pirate and viking teaming up against the world .
with one more glance , he pulls the phone from his pocket to call his pirate . the first thing he does is get an earful , none of which he has the energy to fight back against . the fatigue and mental exhaustion is setting in and arguing something he knows is justified isn’t something he’s planning on doing . in the midst of clint yammering on in his ear , he’s too tired and preoccupied to notice the pursuer behind him . there’s more than a few that grab him . from the sets of hands , he’d say three . a bag thrown over his head and a knife digging deep to his chest is lights out for the viking and it kills him instantly .
thor may be immortal but TECHNICALLY , he is still human and humans make mistakes . everything up until this moment has been weighing on the viking . distracting him and not sleeping isn’t really advantageous to a clear mind . he remembers vaguely waking up a time or two , the death that washes over him is always a haze at first but whoever has set forth this endeavor to capture him has certainly done their homework . they know his strength , they know that he needs to be taken care of QUICKLY and with more than one man .
whoever did this is SMART .
every time he awakens , there’s only a few moments of wakefulness before everything goes dark again . when thor opens his eyes for the final time of this excursion , its bright but in the sense that the sun is just coming up over the water he can smell in the distance . he knows that scent of salt anywhere . he is bound on his knees , but not too tightly . the mastermind behind this certainly isn’t the one that tied him and that is something to be thankful for .
❝ about time you’ve awakened . ❞
the voice is soft, much softer than he was expecting and the person it belongs to stands far enough away from him that if he frees himself , he couldn’t get to her quickly . setting eyes on her though . . . he KNOWS her . he has dreamed of her many many times . how can this be ?? ignoring her is his only option , thor needs to get his bearings and find a way out of this . the rocky nature of this journey suggests they are on a boat and once his visions becomes focused again everything is confirmed .
their location is the middle of the ocean . shit . his blue gaze finds that of booker not too far away looking a little worse for wear . probably didn’t help that he was drunk the last time thor saw him . double shit . what concerns him most is the chain they attach to booker , his own are void of it so far and giving them the chance to put one on him isn’t going to happen . whatever they have planned is not . . . . will not end well .
his course of action is to distract and divide . while a few of the men tend to booker and the woman decides she isn’t done talking despite thor completely ignoring her , his train of thought is completely set on one course of action . when he makes his move its quick and furious , luckily his legs aren’t tied . before anyone can react or get within arms reach , thor throws himself overboard , hands tied be damned . once he’s out of eyesight of their enemies , only then will thor worry about the elements or how far out at sea they actually are . getting his hands untied is also another feat entirely .
thor stays underwater for as long as possible before he passes out , by now over the years his lung capacity has been tested again and again . by the time he needs to resurface the boat isn’t in sight and it gives him time to get his head together, figure out a way to get his hands untied , which doesn’t take too much effort .
he washes up on the banks of an italian village and once his strength returns enough that thor can lift himself to his feet the first thing he does is find a phone . a safe house is probably ninety one kilometer east of here towards florence . clint is upset and panicked , justifiably , but thor can’t explain over the phone . he’s been gone for WEEKS . it doesn’t make sense , but they’d have to have found a way to keep him down for longer than he thought .
❝ get to the safehouse in florence . i’ll explain as much as i can .
call andy and tell her we’ve got work to do . ❞
the safe house on the outskirts of florence hasn’t been touched in a long while , but the perimeter appears to be safe . there are canned goods that he opens quickly and doesn’t bother cooking followed by chugging a few bottles of water . his mind is weary , but everything pushes to the wayside once he hears that car door slam . thor rushes to the door but clint is already there sprinting to meet him . arms thrown around him and a nose buried so deep in his neck .
❝ it’s okay . . . i’m okay ,❞ thor assures him but he hasn’t had time to process any of it . what does she want with them ?? his own voice isn’t that convincing with how shaky it is . capture truly is one thing they fear most and now booker is in her grasp . thor would never just leave him there. HE CAN’T , but right now he’s too immersed in clint’s embrace . the one thing that can calm his storm and bring him back to ground . thor presses kisses to the side of clint’s face as he holds him tight . this time it was just much too close .
❝ we’ve got a problem , clint . a huge one . ❞ he says leaning back ever so slightly but clint is determined to not let go if he can help it . they can only deal with one thing at a time and until they can talk to andy there is nothing for them to do but to bask in finally being back together again . / / @nockeddown
thor was gone. thor was gone and there wasn’t a god damned thing clint could do about it. AGAIN. he spends every waking moment ( and there are precious few where he isn’t awake, knowing thor is out there somewhere without him and very definitely in trouble ) searching. it doesn’t help ; the trail is cold and whoever took him, because clint is almost positive someone has taken him now, knew what they were doing.
clints heart stops beating, it feels like, and it doesn’t start again until he hears that voice on the other side of the line. get to the safehouse in florence, it says, and clint latches onto the instruction like a line out of quicksand. get to the safehouse in florence. he doesn’t need an explanation, he needs thor. NOTHING ELSE matters.
later, clint won’t remember much of the plane trip or the car ride to the safehouse. it all goes in a rapid blur, moving quickly but never fast enough. he just needs to get there. and when he does ? when he finally sees thor in that doorway looking worse for wear but thankfully, magically whole, clint doesn’t remember telling his feed to move. they do, though, until he crashes into that solid wall of stupid fucking viking and wraps his arms around him as tight as he dares. thor is here. thor is here, and the world can start moving again.
〝 problem ? yeah. we have a big problem. a great big, if - you - ever - do - that - to - me - again - i’ll - gut - you - myself problem, 〞 clint says, unsure of how he can be so damn relieved and so, so angry all at once. he wants . . . he wants to hold him and never let go, but he wants to punch his damned handsome face in at the same time. get to the safehouse in florence. call andy and tell her we’ve got work to do. andy. shit, he needs to tell her it was real. not a trap or an ambush, so far as he can tell. 〝 andy. i gotta call andy, and then you are gonna tell me WHAT THE HELL is going on. 〞
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❝ 𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗘 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥 ,
𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧'𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗕𝗘 . ❞
mutuals - only BEN MILLER of netflix’s triple frontier. penned by si. triggering themes. 18+.
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➼ UNCHARTED !
@buckytm asked : ❝ anyone ever tell you, you have a funny idea of romantic? ❞
clint REALLY WISHES he could say this is the worst any of his date’s have ever gone, but the reality is that landing himself in the trunk of a crime - lord’s limousine doesn’t even really make the top ten. honestly, he didn’t even think limousine’s had trunks.
he stretches as he emerges, limbs tight from the cramped space and muscles aching from the beating that preceded it. sure, he’d been trying to get close to the guy through one of his ladies. he didn’t know she was the lady. yeah, okay nat may have just been onto something when she said he doesn’t do enough research. 〝 have you been talking to MY EX - WIFE ? 〞 he asks jokingly. not the best joke, but he’s just spent a couple hours in a rattling box. it might be a minute before he’s back to his comedic prime. 〝 don’t answer that. better question : how did you find me ? wait, no. don’t think i wanna know that either. where’s the drug pedaling, goon - ordering, trunk - locking son of a bitch ? that’s my question. 〞
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➼ BIRTHDAY ASKBOX LOVE ft @winterbound !
buck's sort've been secretive these last few days. clandestine, even, in that sneaky sort've way that makes it clear he's Planning Something but he's enough of a shit to not let on exactly what it is. little drops of 'Don't look in the closet', except when clint inevitably does look in the closet, there's a box that just has a note that says 'i said not to look in the closet damn it'.anyway. today comes, and he comes in with a whole-ass deep dish pizza of clint's favorite types, a cupcake with god knows how many candles stuffed on it, and a wrapped box with a new stuffed toy for lucky, a giant hoodie and matching PJ pants, and a few little neat trinkets he's picked up over the last few days, and a card with a cute little retriever on it and a scrawled love u ❤️. he delivers them all with a kiss and a little cheeky grin. " Happy birthday. "
clint doesn’t question it when bucky starts acting weird. well, WEIRD - ER than normal. he’s curious, sure, and he even tries to snoop a little ( yeah, okay, he should’ve known that wouldn’t work ), but when it comes down to it, he’s gotten used to just accepting the occasional enigma that is bucky barnes.
yet somehow, what he gets come JUNE EIGHTEENTH is not something he would have expected. and he’s surprised, honestly he is. not because he doesn’t think bucky could easily find out his birthday, and not because bucky isn’t the thoughtful type because he is. in his own way and on his own terms, which is one of clint’s favorite things about him. but this is . . . this is a lot, and it’s perfect. even after the pizza is eaten and the present is opened and he and bucky are settled on the couch working their way through the MOUNTAINOUS PILE of purple frosting that will definitely turn their mouths blue, clint can’t stop smiling like an idiot. 〝 this is kinda the best birthday ever, y’know that ? 〞 words are chased by a fingertip of frosting and then, on a whim, he leans over to steal a kiss. bucky’s lips taste like sugar, and it definitely ranks as one of clint’s NEW FAVORITE THINGS.
〝 'n here i was just gonna get you a new razor or something this year. 〞
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➼ BIRTHDAY ASKBOX LOVE ft @thunderbringer !
Thor shows up just as if it’s another day but He has got a lot of balloons. A LOT. He is also carrying a pretty large cake , a box filled with some of clints favorite coffees from around the world. Don’t ask him how he managed such a feat. “Happy birthday, babe. “ he says with a kiss to clint’s cheek. “Don’t think this is everything. There’s an undisclosed location I’ll be taking you to later for the rest.”
clint’s birthday isn’t usually A THING. no family sending birthday cards, no big parties . . . the coffee shop around the corner gives him a free cup, even though he can’t ever remember telling them. it’s a day. it comes, it goes, his joints creak a little louder and his muscles recover a little slower.
APPARENTLY thor had other ideas. 〝 are those all for me, or are you planning on tying them to the complex and going on a whirlwind adventure with a WILDERNESS EXPLORER and a TALKING DOG sometime soon ? 〞 deep movie reference for the win ― and he knows thor’s seen this one because he made him watch it. still, his deadpan delivery suffers a bit from the glowing smile he can’t seem to stop from taking up residence on his face. thor really went all out. of course he did. he’s thor. doesn’t make clint’s heart feel any less fluttery at the thought of thor going through all the trouble for him.
still . . . a kiss on the cheek ? just a kiss on the cheek ? he thinks not, so as soon as thor has the cake safely on the countertop, clint is snagging a forearm to spin him around for a proper long, happy, and, yeah, just that little bit sloppy birthday kiss.
〝 can’t wait . . . 〞 he mutters against thor’s lips, smile faltering only once a thought occurs to him. 〝 hang on . . . giant cake and enough balloons to supply a county fair ISN’T EVERYTHING ? 〞
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➼ UNCHARTED !
@thunderbringer asked : ❝ easy now. look at me. ❞
THAT FUTZING HURT. he knew it would. somewhere in that split second between the recognition of the grenade and the flash of white and dust and ow that followed, clint had just enough time to think about how much his life was about to suck. he wasn’t wrong.
the next thing clint knows, there is something ( someone ? ) hauling him up from the ground. he lashes out on reflex ― he’s down, but he’s not about to make it easy for whoever’s behind it ― only to have his hands caught in a very strong grip. like super strong. HOLY SHIT, somebody had their wheaties. eventually, his vision clears enough to make it all make sense. the somebody with the hands and the kung fu grip also has blonde hair and the bluest eyes clint thinks he’s ever seen and a low boomy voice that tells him to look in a way he can’t help but obey.
〝 oh . . . 〞 clint croaks. 〝 you’re not a bad guy. i’m really glad you’re not a bad guy. 〞 because, honestly, he really didn’t have a plan after throwing hands.
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