if  there’s  anything  MAY  PARKER  claims  to  be  good  at  ,  it’s  keeping  the  atmosphere  comfortable  in  times  of   trouble  .  while  half - forced  ,  the  smile  on  her  face  stays  still  across  her  lips  ,  emitting  soft  hums  of  the  music  as  the  occasion  carries  on  .   ❛    loving  your  look  ,  it’s  adorable  .   ❜    she  beams  at  the  NEAREST  PERSON  whose  caught  her  attention  .    ❛     mind  letting  little  ol’  me  snap  a  photo  of  you  for  my  scrapbook  ?   i  know  it  sounds  creepy ,  but  trust  me  ,  it’s  just  a  hobby  we  middle - aged  women  enjoy  doing  other  than  knitting  sweaters  .    ❜  

Clint hid behind the wall as he reloaded his quiver cleaning debris off of his suit before noticing the person next to him before speaking”Hey you okay?”Clint knocked another arrow into his quiver before firing it into the leg of a prisoner with a crowbar”I dont know why your hiding here but this isnt safe alright? Like whatsoever”Clint did his best to comfort the other”But you need to go if you go out there to help you're an avenger but if you dont”Clint fired a grappling hook into the ceiling”Thats okay ill get you out of here but either way you need to go okay?”Clint put a friendly arm on the others shoulder before firing into the crowd

damian kneeled in front of the borrowed batmobile and stared at the flat tire. this was... unusual. he cleared his throat when he heard the sound of footsteps behind him. “i’ve been driving since i was five, i don’t need your help.” he waved his hand dismissively at the person who was standing behind him.