* AW ARROWS

             ❛  ─  well, since we’ve come ‘ta the conclusion that i am indeed a mess...  ❜  he pauses, crossing his arms absently over his chest. clint was born a mess, it was likely that he’d always be a mess, no matter what he did.  ❛  how’s things been, pep?   ❜

              after a moment or two of silence, the archer couldn’t help but look from side to side, before turning his attention back towards the redhead with a faint tilt of his head. ❛  ─  what’s that look for?  ❜  he inquires.  ❛  S’JUST A SCRATCH. no biggie.  ❜  it was a little bit more than that but of course, leave it to clint barton, to downplay damn near anything.

               ❛  ─  oh, hey cap...  ❜  the archer greets, pausing mid-bite of pizza, before jutting one thumb absently towards the bar where the steaming box resided.  ❛  didn’t know anyone else was here, but there’s a pie over there. feel free to get some, if ya want.  ❜   

          “ you could always go too if you want… for the free candy and all i mean, ” her tone is teasing now, green eyes scanning the candy bags to see if he’d gotten one she liked. the widow settles for a pack of candy corn, pouring the others into the storage bowl beside them. “ and just because you know that doesn’t mean it will stop you… ” natasha only hopes he doesn’t notice the smirk that follows.

          “ i’m pretty sure that’s more than enough, ” amusement crosses natasha’s face, looking at the bags of candy clint had picked out for the occasion. leave it to him to be more than prepared. “ besides, what happens if we don’t have any trick or treaters come around? you’re going to eat it all? ” certainly the last thing she wanted was to see clint with a sugar high.

The Tragic Hero (89%): You are most like the Tragic Hero. The Tragic Hero is a hero who tries to be heroic, but eventually fails. Or if he doesn’t exactly fail at his goal (e.g. Hamlet), his story has a sad ending.

Willing Hero 77%

Conflicted Hero 62%

Anti-Hero 55%

Loveable Rogue 45%

Unwilling Hero 42%

     “You were asleep. You want me to wake you up EVERY time I work on your bow?” Which is a lot. He doesn’t actually know if Clint has noticed how much, exactly, Tony does. “What do you mean? There’s ALWAYS more you can do, Clint. I’ve improved its balance, it’s strength, added a concealed blade should you run out of arrows, and two small smoke bombs above the notch so that if you need to make a quick exit you’ve got some cover you can fire wherever you need it.” He shrugs, finishing up his work. He pats Clint on the shoulder, then, shooting him a grin. “You can let go now. And don’t worry, the changes are subtle enough that you won’t feel any difference in the weight or movement of the bow.”

TONY SMILES DREAMILY, HIS EYES FIXED ON NOTHING IN PARTICULAR, as though seeing thousand miles away. “ Gotta admit, boredom sounds fun. ” He never got a chance to get bored, not since he was old enough to do maths. Always another puzzle to solve, another invention to build, another city to save. It was a constant push forward, striving to achieve more, to do better. He hadn’t read a book for his own pleasure since… well probably since ever. Maybe if he really does move to a farm, he could start learning about the great poets and the like. Read some works of this William Shakespeare fella. “ Cap? ‘Fraid I haven’t heard from him since the bullshit letter he sent me. And before you say anything I’m not gonna go kiss his ass, not after what he pulled in Siberia. ” Tony’s mood turn sour, hand coming to rub his chest. It took Tony three days to return to New York, left abandoned and with a ruined armor. An ancient cell phone and meaningless words were not enough to get Tony to forgive Steve.

the roll of his eyes nearly seems to dislodge his eyeballs from their sockets. he’d planned on having a beer and a chat. but old habits died hard. and certain protective instincts uncoiled at the sight of nothing but questionably edible pizza. “know what else is perfectly good? cling wrap. and pizza that ain’t old enough to vote.” his jacket was redonned with a huff. “c’mon. walk ‘n talk, squirt. cheaper t’get groceries than it is to fix a chipped tooth.”

“NEW YORK winters are the worst. i’m actually thinking of seeing if we can spend christmas back in malibu,” pepper admits with a nod, agreeing with him. “i know snow is beautiful and all, but i’d like ot be able to walk five feet without freezing or RUINING my clothes.”