Clint decided that he was really really done with getting kidnapped. Heck, he was actually living the most normal part of his life right now and now he was missing work, so yeah it kind of sucked. The worst part was that they decided they also wanted to kidnap Steve.
He wasn’t sure who the people wanted, him or Steve but either way they needed to get out of here. “We have to stick together, or we’ll never get through this.” He said softly, still trying to pull his hands free of the bindings.
"Nothing’s easy. It’s why I was confused." Clint just wanted some kind of weapon damn it, but he might have to settle with his fists. Not that they weren’t bad weapons, but that was prone to broken fingers or knuckles and he didn’t want that.
"Yeah, I know, but I was really hoping just this once…" Steve said with an exaggerated sigh. Seeing the way that Clint’s hands shifted, he held the pipe out to him. "Here… take this. I’m less likely to break something of my own using my bare fists."
Clint gladly took the pipe, smiling gently at Steve. “Thanks.” He held it tightly, slowly following him toward where they thought the exit was. “Not too fond of breaking fingers, a personal thing.”
((i live for the fact that people rightfully put clint and natasha in photo sets of shield agents))
When I find the perfect rock on the ground to add to my rock collection
this is one of those things i want to unread but can never unread
Somewhere between fuck you and I’d fuck you
i think i dropped myself as a baby
the older I get, the more I understand squidwards anger
"Shut up you’re not dying on me.” Clint didn’t even care that his vision was blurred from the tears rolling down his face. He was just deadset on keeping Lucifer there with him. “Just keep your eyes open okay?”Clint vaguely realized he was in a car and that’s when he started to break. “Lucifer’s not gone.” He said suddenly, firmly. “Phil, he’s not. He’s not.” He insisted, trying not to sound as crazy as he thought he was sounding. “Please. He can’t be dead.” The last sentence was quiet, almost wishing.
He didn’t know what to do with himself if Lucifer was really and truly dead. Nothing good, probably.
"Clint, there were no signs of life. No respiratory, no circulation, no brain waves." Break it down to the bare facts, those would always be treated better, though not by much, then pity. "No metabolic life signs at all. He’s not suffering anymore." And surviving that much electricity right through the brain and living? It might have been a mercy Lucifer died.
Though that did bring them to the worst part of it. “Do you want to tell the Novaks or watch as Director Fury does?”
"That sounds oddly familiar, doesn’t it?" Clint defended, glaring at Phil. "We don’t know what’s going to happen, but we shouldn’t hold out hope right?" No one ever seemed to die. Everyone always seemed to come back.
The archer looked out the window next to him, staring at something but just looking lost. “Neither.” He said softly, more to himself then anything.
whats the raddest aircraft
I’VE NEVER REBLOGGED ANYTHING SO FAST IN MY LIFE
when something you blacklisted shows up on your dash anyway