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Decent Human Hawkeye
You go, Hawkeye.
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Posted on March 10, 2013 via Socially Awkward Fangirl with 12,409 notes
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I AM GOING DOWN WITH THIS SHIP (END OF THE
WORLDYEAR SPECIAL)Clint Barton/Hawkeye x Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow (Avengers)
Agent Barton was sent to kill me. He made a different call. -
timetravelandrocketpoweredapes:
Princess Avengers by Christopher Stoll
Artist deviantart / via bluedogeyes
I AM HERE FOR THIS!!!!
HNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
WHAT IS AIR
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Posted on January 6, 2013 via ALCOHOL IS FREE with 1,634 notes
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You know, Nat has naturally red hair.
And she likes the snow, but she loves the rain.
She likes to lay in bed on rainy mornings.
She has this spot on the back of her neck she likes me to rub.
And she particularly enjoys candle light.
And she likes to dance, but not when anyone is watching.
And when she is feeling tired and down, she likes to lay her head in my lap.
And she sings Russian songs, and I don’t understand them but I still love to listen.
From this = http://lettiebobettie.tumblr.com/post/23626326500/i-dont-think-its-really-spoilery-but-just-in
I have been working on it for a while… finally finished it up today.
Now back to commissions!
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Posted on December 30, 2012 via Bumble Bee with 32,608 notes
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Posted on December 26, 2012 via I'm just some girl with 18,531 notes
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Posted on December 26, 2012 via don't drink the toilet whiskey with 61,292 notes
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i will never not reblog this gorgeous pic every time it hits my dash
Posted on December 23, 2012 via Just Breathe with 397 notes
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“Clint stop, your wound will start bleeding again.” Natasha chided the archer, pushing back gently on his shoulder.
“I can’t just fucking sit here. God Nat you can hear people screaming in the street… I could at least take out a few of those bastards with the flamethrowers from in here.” The marksman insisted, but just staying upright was taking it’s toll. He could feel his body shutting down, refusing to follow the orders his mind was giving it. But how could he do nothing with the thunder of artillery and the wailing of innocent souls ringing in his ears?
“You came here to assassinate a warlord, not win a war single-handedly. We won’t survive if our position is made. Please, just be still.” Natasha’s heart bled for her partner, seeing the blatant misery on his face that he was helpless to act. She didn’t like it any more than he did. It was times like these she wished her heart was still cold and numb. But this damn fool bleeding and shivering in front of her had changed all that.
“Tasha…” Clint murmured, she could see he was barely hanging on to consciousness by a thread. She shushed him and gently eased his body down onto the thin ratty mattress, carding her fingertips through his sweaty hair until he fell asleep again. Once he drifted off the redhead slipped to the window and peered through the cracked dirty glass, keeping her silent vigil until their backup arrived.


