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Password? Clint raised an eyebrow at the word on the screen. “Classified?” The word was typed in only to be denied. “Alpha?” Again, nothing came of the guess. “Stay Out?” Not getting anywhere with it, Clint pushed the laptop away. It was just his luck to have found a computer he couldn’t get into. “I have ways of cracking you.” The inanimate object stared back at him as if to challenge him. “Fine, that’s how you wanna play this?” He went to the kitchen and brought back a knife. The knife was placed on the table as he reached for his phone. He didn’t want to gut the computer because he was mad enough to not be careful with it. Then he’d have to spend hours spy-tweaking it with new wires and tricks to hack backwards for the information. Natasha’s number was dialed. She knew more about hacking than he ever would. “Nat-” He couldn’t fake any panic and he wouldn’t do that to her. “I don’t have long to talk- need help.”

R E G I M E S fall every day. I tend not to weep over that, I'm Russian. Or I used to be.

@soviet-spider ✗ indie ✗ natasha romanoff

If he’s E V I L, we’ll just K I L L him.

Should he be looking at his phone when he's holding a position, his bow sat besides him? maybe not, does that matter? Also probably not. He can't help but to roll his eyes in amusement.

[txt] Eh it's ain't that pretty of a face, just look in the mirror, way better one ;)

prompt sentence starters;

"For once in my life?" Bucky's smile is about as dry and sardonic as his tone. "You know, I have it on pretty good authority that I used to do a lot of what I wanted back in the day." Then World War II happened. Then HYDRA happened. Everything beyond that has always been a muddy blur.

But Nat's giving him this look—this very specific look she gives him when she knows he's meandering around the answer on purpose, and she usually only lets him get away with it for so long.

The struggles of being known.