go and tell your white knight that he’s handsome in hindsightbut I don’t want the next best thing

go and tell your white knight
that he’s handsome in hindsight
but I don’t want the next best thing

widowsting: this is our luck, baby, running out her clothes were never off we still have hours to run about to scale the map, scale the map, to get us back on track

widowsting:

this is our luck, baby, running out
her clothes were never off
we still have hours to run about
to scale the map, scale the map, to get us back on track

nami64:

A.U. pre-Avengers [sort of] where the SHIELD agents have a favourite bar where they all hang out after work or missions: darts game (highscore owned by the Hawk), guns and lethal weapons under every table, a cocktail named after Fury (whiskey+cinnamon+orange), karaoke… And after a nth mission together where Natasha saved the life of a dozen of SHIELD members, Clint and the few grams of alcohol in his blood pay a vibrant tribute to her, the other agents considering now Nat’ as a real member of the agency and no more as an ex-KGB spy.

btw, thanks to Bex :)

“You’re drunk Tasha.”
“I’m Russian… I can’t get drunk. And this is probably one of the most tragic aspect of my life.”
“One of the most tragic aspect of your life?”
“I used the word ‘probably’ on purpose.”
“Since we are talking semantic… the thing you said, that you owe me a debt, I think it’s…”
“It’s not a debt Clint. Or a promise. Or even something about karma and universal balance. It’s just my way of doing my business.”
“Nice euphemism.”
”Just my business. That’s all.”
“And are you one of these people mixing business and personal?”
“No. I’m Russian.”
“That’s your answer for everything.”
“Well… red is my color Comrade Barton.”