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"Let me clean your wounds..."

“They’re just scratches…”

“Are too.” She laughed a bit and smirked, raising her eyebrows.

“Nuh-uh!” He hangs onto Liho as she squirm, scowling by now.

"Yes you are. For example - let the cat go, now. Or she'll scratch you, too." She rolls her eyes and turns, sitting down.

"Let me clean your wounds..."

“They’re just scratches…”

“She’s a little stupid.” She kissed the cat’s head, grinning. “But so are you, and I still love you.”

“I’m not stupid!” He wrinkles his nose, turning himself and Liho away with a huff.

"Are too." She laughed a bit and smirked, raising her eyebrows.

prplhawk

"Well, well, well..."

@cassenani

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“Woah! Natasha! I….Can’t you knock before you walk in?”

#[ okay but #you can see this #whenever he talks/posts about her ]

"Sorry." She's grinning, and the grin tells him she's actually not at all sorry. "I thought I heard you calling for me."

#hawkeyeagentbarton

thisoneisdone

It’s a wonderful time. It’s difficult for me because the thing I love most in life is now…I don’t love most in life. It’s now that baby. So priorities shift and change which is kind of heart breaking for me. Now that I’m giving up, I work even harder now, but I don’t do it for me. I do it for that little creature I need to lead down some path. I love that. It’s probably going to be my best role to date, is being a father.

Jeremy Renner on being a father (via thisoneisdone)

budapest-dreamin

#well #ouch

"Let me clean your wounds..."

“They’re just scratches…”

“Then you better hope the cat wasn’t sick!” She blows him a kiss, leading him out of the bathroom.

He follows her from the bathroom, stopping to pick Liho up on the way. “She’s not stupid, Mama.” He grins, scratching softly at her fur while she purrs in his ear.

"She's a little stupid." She kissed the cat's head, grinning. "But so are you, and I still love you."

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dontcallmelegolas

[ ;; voicemail ;; 3:42 am ;; ] "Hey, Clint. I have myself quite deep in some shit here, so just.. Give me a call when you hear this. Thanks." [ ;; end voice mail ;; ]

The third time his voicemail called him, Clint finally woke up. His cell had vibrated off the nightstand and landed on the pillow by his head waking him suddenly.

Flicking on the light, he fitted a heading aid so he could listen to the obviously urgent voicemail. One he hear it he dialled Nat’s cell and hoped she would answer.

Natasha cursed when her phone rang, shuffling to answer it quickly. She spoke quietly, hidden behind the desk. "Hey, Clint, I really can't talk. But I'm gonna send you my coordinates and I'm guessing I have like five minutes until they catch me." She tried to sound cheery, but didn't even have to open her mouth before fingers closed around her throat.

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"Let me clean your wounds..."

“They’re just scratches…”

“Nuh-uh. No going around hugging stray cats.” She stands and rubs his shoulder, sending him a sweet smile. “If you get dizzy or feel hot, we’re calling the hospital.”

“But I like ‘em.” He sticks his bottom lip out, but there’s an answering smile badly hidden underneath, and his eyes glitter with mischief. “No! Not the hospital!”

"Then you better hope the cat wasn't sick!" She blows him a kiss, leading him out of the bathroom.

"Let me clean your wounds..."

“They’re just scratches…”

“She’s a bit stupid, baby.” She smiles, drawing him in to kiss his head. “You come here again with scratches, I’ll lock you in.”

“Nooooo!” He wrinkles his nose, automatically kissing her cheek in return. “But Mo-oom…”

"Nuh-uh. No going around hugging stray cats." She stands and rubs his shoulder, sending him a sweet smile. "If you get dizzy or feel hot, we're calling the hospital."

"Why does ice cream have to taste so good, but hurt so bad?"

“Because you always buy the one with actual milk.” She sighed and placed the cold rag against his forehead, rubbing his back. “You think you gonna throw up again, or can I move the bucket?”

“Mhm.” She laughed and kissed his head, standing up.

“Love you.” He cracks one eye open briefly, just long enough to smile slightly before curling up to sleep.

"Love you too. Sleep." She grins a bit and rolls her eyes, before turning towards the kitchen.

"Let me clean your wounds..."

“They’re just scratches…”

“Our stupid but adorable cat loves hugs because she’s spoiled and think she’s a dog. Those cats may not have seen the inside of a home in years, they have been taught to connect human touches with pain. They get scared. Let them learn to trust you.” When she demeans herself done, she offers him the shirt back.

“She’s not stupid!” He’s quick to defend the cat, wearing a slight frown. “But why do people wanna scare cats? They’re only little…” He takes his shirt back, tugging it back over his head hurriedly.

"She's a bit stupid, baby." She smiles, drawing him in to kiss his head. "You come here again with scratches, I'll lock you in."

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“If you don’t come up and sing with me, I will sing and point at you. The entire. Time.”

“But Mom , I can’t sing! I’ll embarrass both of us…”

As they’re about to step on to the stage, she kisses him happily and blinks a bit. “I haven’t told you I love you, today.” Then she’s grabbing the microphone, speaking directly to her kids before alerting everyone of their choice of song.

He blinks in return, breaking into a smile as she kisses him. “You didn’t, but I knew anyway.” He always knows from the little things she does.

Josef hides his face in his hands for a second, flushing bright red, but the music’s already starting and people are clapping.

Natasha sings happily, her voice smooth and soft and she's hitting every note. It's not like this is the first time she's singing and she still knows how to dance, swirling her body and letting her eyes tell Clint just how much she loves him.