#hawkseyeview

overall opinion: a very important bird. also a very cute bird, but that’s neither here nor there. I’m sorry I know I was supposed to put more memes in here but I’m totally blanking on bird memes besides that thing about how birds go to sleep if you put a blanket over their cage and that’s not even a meme

"So you’re Janaff, then.” Soren had learned by now that lashing out at laguz didn’t solve much, especially ones who were their allies, but that didn’t keep the note of displeasure out of his voice. The mage glanced up and down the hawk, red-eyed glare pausing on Janaff’s scar for a moment. “Your king finally let you off your leash for a while?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"nO!!"

[ Text ; Clint Barton ] I don't know how to say this with any other words besides "I love you."

"Shit," she mumbled, her head dropping back as she closed her eyes and took a shaky breath.

To be honest, Natasha didn't exactly know what she was doing. A young, ambitious, and spirited woman trying to start her life with an over priced education. She was smart, yeah, but she couldn't help but feel out of place, even a little out of her league. Why? An undeclared student putting herself in classes and lectures that could easily drown her. Students whom she knew could out smart her easily. I guess you could say it was all a game to her. By knowing the challenge and likely outcomes it drove Natasha to work harder and do what she loved to do most, prove people wrong. As she walked up the marble steps leading into her next lecture hall, she tucked some hair behind her ear and glanced at the paper in her hand to see whom was lecturing, Professor Clinton Barton. Why did that name sound so familiar to her? When she walked through the doors she made her way to the front of the hall where she found a convenient seat upfront and center. When she sat down she glanced to the left and realized why the name sounded so familiar. Professor Barton was the professor you would have sex with without needing a grade raised, to put it bluntly. This was the man she would overhear every girl in her hallway swoon over. But to her, he was going to be her next challenge.

It all started with an assignment. She walked out of the building with a faint smile on her face. Mission accomplished. The target was killed, information acquired. The Red Room would be pleased. The happier they were, the less trouble she was in. You would imagine, after all these years, THE Black Widow would be free of that fear. But no, she wasn't. With the Red Room you were never free. Regardless, she did well this time and that was what mattered. Take it mission by mission. That's what she told herself and that was how it would be. But to an observer? She looked cool as a cucumber and maybe even a little bit pleased with herself. With that, Natalia moved forward, blending into the crowd. Or so she thought...