#deadliesting

"False alarm, thought a guy was watching us.. but he was just keeping an eye on his kids that had been walking behind us." he grumbled. "Dammit.. I hate this.. I'm the worst at this kind of stuff.." he mumbled. "Maybe I should call Steve and have him switch with me, I'm not cut out for this."

random yet useless  ||  accepting➜  @deadliesting

listen........... why have we not gotten to hang out already i’m m a d 

            “Sorry, sorry!” Clint flinches slightly as he continues to work the knots out of Nat’s hair, albeit even more gently than he was before. She’d come back from missions looking worse for wear before, but this is something of a new low. Her beautiful red hair, normally perfectly tamed, now lay matted and knotted beneath his fingers as he tries to work the locks out. This isn’t the first time he’s done her hair, but it’s definitely the most challenging. “I told you I wasn’t good enough for this. Maybe you should’ve showered first- wait, you said that’d just make it worse, never mind.” Stroking the brush downward, he straightens out another kink and sighs with relief. “Alright, one down, only like, eighty-four more to go…”

“ I’ve dislocated shoulders before... Make it fast. None of that ‘count to three’ shit, ” Bucky said through gritted teeth. He trying to ignore the way his right arm hung limply at his side, bolts of bright pain radiating out from the socket. However, he had to admit, having someone else to reset the joint would be a lot better than earlier attempts to do it himself. And if he trusted anyone that much, it would be the redhead standing before him.

“ And what exactly’s wrong with my taste in music? ” He asked, one eyebrow raising. His expression is slightly distressed, despite his efforts to look nonchalant about it. “ Just ‘cause I like some OLDIES, that doesn’t mean I don’t have taste. What do YOU think I should be listenin’ to? ”

“That’s what thinking of Clint does to me too.”