Stomach hurts so I’m going to relax for a bit until it settles then head to bed. Night guys :)

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hawkeyenotironfist:

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"Look, her motto when it comes to me is ‘love is for children,’ I’m pretty damn sure she has no romantic feelings toward me what-so-ever," Clint insisted, pushing her out the door and down the stairs.

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"God. Why did she ever hold out this false hope that you were going to fall in love with her, that you two would be together again? She could have done so much better than some hard headed moron who would not know affection if it smacked him in the face. Poor girl should have just moved on and fucked something better.’

April 21 2014, 12:44 AM   •   3 notes

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hawkeyenotironfist:

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"No," Clint murmured, taking hold of her arm and removing her hand from his face. "We’re just friends, and we have been for long enough that I know Natasha wouldn’t say that. C’mon," he added, leading her to the door. "Let’s go."

"Damn you are a tough cookie to crack, Barton. I guess you will lose your little Natasha for good. I hope it is worth being a drone for SHIELD. You did not know her nearly as well as you think you do if you think she would not have said something like that.’

April 21 2014, 12:35 AM   •   21 notes   •   Via: hawkeyenotironfist   •   Source: spywitharedledger

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im-just-the-mechanic:

"I will keep that in mind," said Tony.  "We could do both at once, you know - sit in the bath and I’ll scrub your back sometime.  How about it?"

Natasha smiled. “That sounds perfect you just tell me the time.” She then raised a brow. “What are you going to want for doing this?” She asked.

April 21 2014, 12:26 AM   •   48 notes   •   Via: im-just-the-mechanic   •   Source: spywitharedledger
Natasha looked to Steve and nodded. "I just couldn't sleep... thought I could lay here with you for a while if that's okay."

notafossil:

      Hey, it’s okay. You’re welcome to stay here if you need to.

Natasha smiled. “Thank you Steve, I appreciate that.”

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April 21 2014, 12:19 AM   •   1 note   •   Via: notafossil   •   Source: notafossil
“I missed you.”

clandestinearcher:

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Clint raised his eyebrows in amusement at her admittance. His smirk filled his face as he easily padded closer. “It was merely a week. I couldn’t pass up this Solo mission.  Paperwork was the worst of it, but it’s all over now… I got out of this injury free, I believe this deserves some celebration, no?”

Clint was normally quite an early riser, however, his body was inclined to sleep in because of the stress and travel of the op. Chatter outside forced Clint to wake up. He groaned and rolled over, taking his arm away. “What is it now?” He complained quietly

Natasha was woken again by the sound of talking, damn someone wanted to get punched. She yawned, smoothing down her crazy curls.  “I don’t know.” She then got up and opened the door enough to poke her head out and tell whoever it was to leave. She then walked back over to the bed and laid down. “Let’s just go back to bed and forget it happened.”

April 21 2014, 12:18 AM   •   38 notes   •   Via: clandestinearcher   •   Source: clandestinearcher

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hawkeyenotironfist:

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"Seriously?" Clint asked, raising an eyebrow at her. "Okay, come on, Natasha and I are not in love, we dated like once a long ass time ago you psycho. I know you’re faking it."

"I know Clint but you still care about me don’t you? You care about me enough to not take me back there. Please." Natasha persisted, placing a gentle hand on his cheek as she looked up into his eyes. "I would never fake caring about it Clint… I really do."

April 21 2014, 12:16 AM   •   21 notes   •   Via: hawkeyenotironfist   •   Source: spywitharedledger

buchananx:

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Memories. Broken memories swarmed his mind. Giving him hardly any time to think properly. Bits and pieces of strands of red hair, flashes of a young woman sparring with him. “I don’t know you.” Shaky fingers came up and tangled in his hair as he desperately tried to sort out what was real.

Natasha looked to him carefully, he was starting to remember but how did she make him realize it was real? “Yes you do James. You knew me as Natalia Romanova. You called me your pauchok.”

April 21 2014, 12:12 AM   •   12 notes   •   Via: buchananx   •   Source: buchananx