Aug 1, 2021
@archerism | lyric starter call
❛ have i ever really helped anybody but myself? ❜
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@archerism | lyric starter call
❛ have i ever really helped anybody but myself? ❜
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( sms ) : this date is a total disaster. can you call me with a fake emergency. @archerism
Wanda dials his number, takes a deep breath, and as soon as he answers she starts yelling.
“CLINTON FRANCIS BARTON, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, YOUR TWINS ARE GOING TO BE BORN ANY SECOND NOW, GET YOUR ASS TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM SO I CAN RIP YOUR TESTIES OFF!!”
@archerism sent: 👀 || Walk in on tess changing
Her back is facing the door as she changes, the rather baggy sweater being placed over her when she hears the door creak open. Least, the most he may have caught a glimpse of is the scars adorning her back; strong memories of the past that felt as though it was so much less than years prior.
She’s swift to pull the baggy sweater properly over her now, hands tugging at the bottom in some attempt to hide the cerulean undergarments' she adorns, dark brows furrowing at the sight of him. “Sorry - do midgardians not know about knocking?”
💀 Plotted Starter 💀 w*/ @archerism
💀 Several long weeks. Nearly a month. Tracking down and detaining a wanted criminal. He had been on S.H.I.E.L.D’s radar for weeks. When they finally had a hit, losing him was not an option. Sending out their best. Mercedes and the notorious Anthony Masters were the only ones who could complete the job. It had only been a handful of times the two were sent out together but they had the tendency to get the job done in a timely manner. Despite it taking a month, it was done. They were sent back stateside.
( Mission Report. Target acquired. Detained. Ready for processing. )
The flight was long and tedious. Even on a private jet the process was unnecessary. Getting in and out of the agency was just as horrible as that of an airport. Not only that, this had to have been the longest mission EVER. He swore it. The states had really been missed. More than anything, HE was missed. The blonde archer. Quietly. As quiet as one could be. Anthony tried to sneak up behind the man. Quickly moving so fingers came to fall over those beautiful colored eyes of Clint’s. ❝ Guess who? ❞
@archerism ; “ wrong guy, dead boy ”
“ dead boy ? ” danny’s been called many things. far too many for him to list off or even remember. but dead boy is definitely a new one. still , he isn’t completely wrong. “ i prefer ghost boy . . . ‘ dead boy ’ sounds a little morbid , don’t you think ? ”
[ prompt ] / accepting.
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@archerism ; “ does my height offend you ? ”
“ yeah , actually ” it’s not a huge height difference between the two. however , the fact that the other has the nerve to bring up his own height into their conversation is enough to get under danny’s skin just a little. danny peers up at him, brows knitting together as he gives a sharp glare. “ shrink , tall man. ”
[ prompt ] / accepting.
*✧.:°░｡ closed starter for @archerism
Wanda was sound asleep when she got woken up by a doorbell. Heart almost jumping out of her chest, she instantly sat up in her bed, confused and scared, not knowing where she was and what was happening. It took her a moment to realize she was in her bed and woken up in the middle of the night by something. Or someone. Right on cue she heard someone banging her door, yet it seemed... weak. She threw on a robe, which she tied up as she hurried to the front door. Confused, her brows furrowed as she looked out of the window next to the door. She recognized the visitor, but why did he come to her at this hour? “Hi. What are you doing here?” Wanda asked opening the door for him.