Agent Barton was sent to kill me. He made a different call.
And if I catch it comin' back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
Fanfic uploaded to my FFN account two months back that I wanna share with you. It’s on this account (mustbedeadlierthanthemale) because it deals with Natasha and Clint.
Natasha convinces Clint into going to a funeral. It doesn’t make him feel better. Maybe it isn’t supposed to.
She’s wearing some black garb, and he vaguely recalls having seen it before, although he does not attempt to make some joke about her and little black dresses. It is modest, but because she’s fucking Tasha, she rocks it solid. He supposes that’s what would make most girls green with envy, the ability to look fucking fabulous in just about anything. He wonders – briefly, because he’s a guy and not supposed to notice or wonder about things like that, but he does, he does because she’s Tasha – if it was a course in her former training and assesses that it probably was, or maybe she’s always been that good at dressing up. Anyway, she looks fabulous in the black dress and the ballerinas with little silver ribbon-bows atop them. He frowns at this, because he’d have expected heels, but if he said so, she’d have given him some reprimand about the impracticability of heels and over-sexualization of feminine clothing, and he’d have pointed out why she even needed to think practically at such an event and that her job counts on over-sexualization.
But because they are who they are and it is what it is, he doesn’t, and instead of smirking, the corner of his mouth merely twitches amused before resuming its sullen position.
Once i was on tumblr and looking through my dash and just thinking about the avengers and life and I was thinking “geee I love clintasha. what a fine ship that is. how precious.” and just thinking and then I was like “oh I better check Facebook” and I’m scrolling along like “oh how I love my ship. how I love the avengers. I love clintasha so much.” And then I noticed it was a friend’s birthday and so I typed “Happy birthday, Clintasha!” and hit enter.
Then I had realized my error. Then I died inside