#drjerkface

{ ask | meme }

Jane is so close she has to look up, jutting her chin with the confidence of someone who knows when she’s right--which is, for her, often. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice,” she says.

Sif stands her ground. “And how is that?” she asks, smile teasing at her lips.

Jane is preparing herself, knows that this will not work unless Sif helps her out. Jane slides her hand up Sif’s neck, cradling the back of the Asgardian’s skull. She hoists herself up onto her tip-toes and whispers, “Like you want to do this.”

Sif leans down to meet her, holds Jane up against her so the kiss is not broken when Jane stumbles ever-so-slightly. “You’re right,” Sif murmurs against her lips, smiles at her. “And yet there are a great many things I want to do yet.”

Jane flushes, pulls away just enough to give Sif the look. “Maybe we should do those things,” she says, a bit out of breath. She feels the press of Sif’s body against hers. “Don’t you think?”

{ ask | meme }

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

Natasha isn’t looking at him, isn’t even facing him, but he knows she heard. With nothing on, her defenses down, it’s easy to see the way her back tenses.

“Tasha?”

She still hasn’t moved.

Clint scratches his head. “Well, I just thought you should know.” He stares at the sheets in the hopes of saving himself from his embarrassment. It isn’t working.

“I knew,” she says. “Before.”

Clint nods to himself. “Yeah. ’Course you did. Must’ve been obvious for someone like you.”

Natasha turns her head, but not quite enough to look at him. “People fall in love with me all the time. It’s part of my job.”

looks: somewhat attractive | eh | not really my type | pretty | handsome | beautiful | stud | gorgeous | SWEET LORD MERCY

can you relate to this character on a personal level?: no | not really | somewhat | yes | they are me

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

[ meme | ask ]

I wanted to do something else but this has been sitting in my ask way too long.

"Anything," she tells him, her fingers tangled in his.

"This is a dream," he says.

Erica frowns--it's more of a pout than anything else--and she clutches his hand a little tighter, and he knows it's just his subconscious but it hurts all the more. "That's stupid," she finally manages.

Boyd smiles at her. "Yeah, guess it is. How 'bout another one?"

Her smile is just as beautiful as he remembers. "Yes," she says. "Please." She's jiggling her foot and it makes her whole body shake.

"I always wanted to kiss you," he murmurs. Her expression softens, her eyes widen, and he leans in. Erica moves in at the same time and he hears her heartbeat quickening--

But then there is nothing.

[ meme | ask ]

The mission is a total success—with minimum injury, even.

Sam had shown up and flown straight into a HYDRA agent as they aimed a gun at him. It might’ve been risky, but it had paid off. He didn’t get shot and killed, after all, and neither did Steve and Bucky.

Bucky hadn’t expected help, although Steve had seemed unsurprised at the Falcon’s appearance.

"You got moxie, kid," Bucky says to Sam, his mouth making his rather innocent words twist shape.

Sam smiles, but it’s more than a little awkward. He ends up staring down at the goggles in his hands instead of at Bucky. For some reason he can’t even fathom, he’s blushing. ”…Right.”

Bumping his metal shoulder into Sam’s flesh and bone counterpart, he adds, “Ever need back up or…anything else, you just let me know. I’m here.”

Sam lets out a sigh and a jerky nod and it’s weird how tense he feels. It shows, and Steve starts laughing then, doubling over and putting a hand on his thigh. Sam is more confused than ever. What could possibly be so funny?

"Yeah, yeah, laugh at the guy who saved your dumb asses," Sam tells them, and it’s good-natured—not particularly defensive or anything—but it just makes Steve smile at him.

Bucky’s mouth is hanging open and he’s squinting at Sam as if Sam might be just a little bit slow. He glances at Steve, who sobers only slightly.

"It was pretty subtle, Buck.” The side of his mouth is still quirked up. “For you, I mean.”

Sam looks between them, brows furrowing. “What? What’d I miss?”

Bucky sighs, runs his human hand through his hair, and his smile at Sam is soft, if almost patronizing. “I’m flirting with you.”

~400 words. I don’t think this is at all what you intended. Oops.

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"It’s…therapeutic," Bucky says, and Sam just shakes his head.

Sam’s eyes search out Bucky’s. “Uh-huh,” he agrees. “It’s got nothin’ to do with you thinkin’ you deserve that pain, right?”

Bucky’s eyes flicker away from Sam’s, but then he smirks, licks his lips. “So what?”

"What if I don’t want to hurt you?" Sam asks, cupping Bucky’s cheek in his hand. The touch is soft and Bucky can’t bear it right now, going stiff and tense before he flinches away.

"Then I’ll make you," Bucky says, swallowing.

"You can’t make me hurt you, Buck…" Sam starts. He doesn’t try to touch him again, but he looks pained and like he wants to.