G L O R Y & G O R E

“Widow…” the young man sneered.

                                "Are you Hydra's new guard dog or what?                                  How is it, guarding something so pathetic?"

height difference parings where the taller one is bashful and blushy and the smaller one is smirky and overconfident 

                      “Yes y’ destroyed New York or some place like it.” and then he sighs and checks on her leg.

                                "That wasn't our fault. Blame the other                                  Asgardian." She's going to huff and raise                                  a brow at the so called ghost.

                      “C’mon. It isn’t that hard t’ believe.” wonderful.

                                "I've fought aliens and I work with the                                  literal god of thunder, also a man out                                  of time. So." She's faint, oh no.

         ❝I could or maybe just relax and lay here❞

                                 "I will break a leg off this chair and stab                                   it through your n e c k."

                      “What’s a choke hold going to do t’ a ghost. You’re more than welcome to try, sweetheart.” too late.

                                 "A-- ghost? Are you fuckin' with me right                                   now? What the hell." She's done.