#shccting

       ❛ personally, i’ve always preferred dc. ❜ washington was where she was most often and, while it was always busy, it was nowhere near new york city. ❛ people aren’t as angry. ❜ inconspicuous and light on her feet, sharon approached clint barton with little more than a tired smile thrown his way. a face she recognized before all hell broke loose was more than welcome.  ❛ i’m glad to see you out of that prison, clint. how are you holding up?? ❜ silly question, perhaps, but maybe valid, all things considered.

She’d know that body language anywhere ( even from the distance they were now ), the woman having spent numerous years learning to tell every sign it gave her. “Clint.” His name is caught with the wind as her body straightens, jaw setting slightly as she walked over to him, body stopping next to him, dark irises studying the view in front of her. “I never thought New York could ever be so silent.” While other’s in her situation would throw their arms around their partner and hold them close, Laura would not ( just yet anyway ). “Nor did I ever think you wouldn’t tell me you were safe.” There’s no bitterness in her tone, no hurt, just a calm and paced tone – the worry that had engulfed her when she first found out he was arrested was slowly ebbing away upon seeing him now. “But I guess things can still surprise me.”

                ❛  you know wanda?  ❜    his eyes narrow just lightly at the man in front of him, as if sizing him up. actually, he is sizing him up. erik hadn’t known he was a father until all of one month ago but even then he had already found fierce protectiveness over his children. a relation to wanda meant he had to scan the person over.     ❛  --- how?  ❜