Jun 19
❝ It's my birthday, and my only wish is never listen to any slander Francis will say. He was dropped on the head and he likes to spread fake lies about me. ❞
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❝ It's my birthday, and my only wish is never listen to any slander Francis will say. He was dropped on the head and he likes to spread fake lies about me. ❞
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Miguel coming to the modern era to meet the world's mightiest heroes, and one of them's got his bare feet out, standing on top of a kitchen table
@hitsharder has decided to become a target – ! || unprompted.
I expect a birthday gift
He wasn't a stranger to Clint showing up and expecting something. A long sigh left the soldier as he lowered the cloth he held in his right hand, putting it down next to him as he picked up his metal arm off his lap. Reattaching the bionic limb back into its socket with a soft grunt, he rolled his shoulder, an audible click telling him that every was connected before he flexed his fingers. Brown eyes looked over to the blonde, a single brow raised as lips were slightly pursed, as if he was pondering what the archer had just told him.
Right, it was Clint's birthday today, how could he forget – oh wait, he almost did. Oops. He raised his right hand up to his face, rubbing his chin as he rested his bionic arm over the back of his sofa.
“ Ever heard of knockin' before bargin' in? ” If the other wandered in and saw something he didn't like, James already knew it would never be his fault. “ I was too busy to look around for somethin' for you, y'know. But I guess if you're here I can make an exception – as long as it doesn't cost an arm. ”
♡ He's sending his number with an arrow
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❝ if you play your cards right, mr. barton.. you could probably outrank francis or matthew. ❞
⁺ ‧͙ ⊹♡ ˚˖· ⬦ ‧͙ @hitsharder 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 ❛ ♡ for their ranking ❜ ⸻ 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔
“barton, kent, i’ll help you both settle this: nobody cares, you both fucked up and lost 30 social points in that one interaction.”
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@hitsharder // from here
"Yeah I'm a real comedian," Logan jokes in a gruff, deadpan voice. Although some might not be able to tell he's joking, Clint knows him well enough to know when he's being a smartass. "Maybe if this whole X-Men thing doesn't work out I'll go into stand-up."
Chuckling once more under his breath he plops down into the reciner across from Clint. "Why, you afraid your team would lose again? Not my fault that you guys need to train more." Foot of the recliner goes up with a soft thump. Arms rest across his chest -- he's eager to get comfy. "You planning on napping or do you want a distraction from your mummified woes? You look like you just crawled out of a tomb."
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Dinah accepted the gauze with a skeptical look, pressing it against the cut above her brow. "Poorer for it, huh?" She snorted. "Careful, Barton. Keep talking like that and somebody might mistake you for charming."
A glance slid over him, bloody nose, tired eyes, stupidly easy smile and lingered a second longer than she intended. "Besides, if getting punched in the face together is your friendship criteria, I think your standards need work."
She folded another square of gauze and tossed it at his chest. "...Though I'll admit, you took the hits better than most."
i haven’t cried over losing you yet. i haven’t accepted the reality of you being gone. in my mind, i refuse to believe you aren’t coming back.
why?
because the day i accept the idea of becoming strangers, never seeing you again, never being loved by you again, slowly forgetting the sound of your voice & the way your eyes promised forever when they looked into mine, the thought of you forgetting me…
that will be the day that i grieve the loss of the best version of me. the one that exists, because you loved me. the flame that set my soul on fire, burned out, and you can’t create another spark out of ash.