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"Under Different Circumstances, This Would Be Totally Awesome."
penn by @cloudybrews
The world didn't always feel this quite. He remembered when it felt like the world would was to loud. And now he couldn't even hear his dog with out his hearing aids.
The World was quite, But he yelled louder
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Hi Dad -@thatsammybarton
Hey Kiddo! Are you being safe?
CLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINT.
kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate
" Oh god no, i don't do that, I'm not damn baby" he huffed rolling his eyes. "Okay Dad" he mumbles under his breathe. He was use tothis by now. He crossed his arms and raised eyebrow.. "Bitch please, Name one archer who won't miss" He retorted back. " And I do have Lucky waiting but I'll stay for misson, friend is watching her anyways". " Thank you " he grin at the other. He laughed, He only picture what Natasha would say. " I honestly have no idea, as much as i know about her she never tells me that" he said with shrug. "But If I say hand you her number, you didn't get it from me" he's all grins totally pretending Homelander was there. He let out of laugh " Awe, its okay Homelander, you will get attention soon" he teased.
Homelander makes a shooing gesture toward Maeve, rolling his eyes with a frustrated sigh “and stop teasing me! I’m you two’s captain for God’s sake!” sinking his fingers in the perfect coif of his gelled hair, he shakes his head “archer, with me. we should discuss about next mission in my own office before I send you away and no ditching this time!”
Maeve laughs, winking at the Hawk “be sure to send me her number, ‘kay?” and waves goodbye before leaving the cafeteria, now they both are alone once again “why you have such attitude?! Aren’t you a frown man? All I ask for is a little respect!” Homelander says, voice light with a teasing air.
Clint grinned. " She has eight burner phones" you mused. " Aye Aye Cap" he grins and jokly gives slatue. " I worked with Tony Stark, of course I have sass for days" He raised his eyebrow.
' Do you think heros just stay heros.. or do we go evil.. after too much... like there's a line right" Clint jumped from the vent in the ceiling to the floor. He turned to look at the other.
She considers the question carefully, gaze following him as he moves. She doesn't rush to answer. " I think— " a small beat of hesitation " the line is blurry. How much loss becomes collateral damage before it's too much? " Her lips twist, a frown furrowing her forehead. It's clearly something she's considered.
She lets out a breath, head tilting to meet his gaze as she leans back against the walls arms crossed against her chest. " I think perception is everything. " She speaks slowly now, another small pause before she continues " some people already see us as villains rather than heroes. " Her gaze softens " I don't blame them. "
" I don't blame them either, i mean I'm far from perfect, I did horrible things, " He signs. " Just worried, like what if one thing I do sets me off into deep dark whatever " You trailed out
' Do you think heros just stay heros.. or do we go evil.. after too much... like there's a line right" Clint jumped from the vent in the ceiling to the floor. He turned to look at the other.
“There’s a line, but it’s more a choice and perspective. People are willing to do all sorts of things if the means justify the end, which can go either way. To be a hero, that’s a choice, and I don’t think it’s always an easy one,” Bobbi replied after she landed on the balls of her feet. “You’re philosophical today. What brought that on?”
" Stark drank all the coffe, and i might be losing my mind" He admitted sheepisly. " My mind tends to sprial, and than you know the past.. and than my brother.. and... " He shrugs.
' Do you think heros just stay heros.. or do we go evil.. after too much... like there's a line right" Clint jumped from the vent in the ceiling to the floor. He turned to look at the other.
SPARRING/TRAINING SESSIONS WITH A DASH OF TENSION. all these sentences and prompts are made about training sessions or sparring partners that can develop into tension, be it antagonistic or sexual. These quotes explore dynamics like rivalry, mentorship, flirtation, intensity, grudges, and emotional undertones. please change pronouns, locations and more as you see fit.
“You’re holding back. Are you afraid of hurting me—or of what happens if you don’t?”
“Every scar on my body started as a lesson. Let’s see what you’ll teach me today.”
“This isn’t dancing. Stop smiling and try to hit me.”
“You fight with your heart. That’s why you lose your breath first.”
“That sword’s too heavy for your pride to carry.”
“If you flinch again, I’ll hit you for real.”
“I’m not your enemy. Not today. But train like I might be tomorrow.”
“Careful. You’re starting to enjoy this a little too much.”
“You think you can beat me? Prove it.”
“You learn fast. But I hit faster.”
“No talking. Just blades.”
“Each strike tells me more about you than your words ever could.”
“Are we sparring or settling something?”
“I said train, not try to kill me.”
“Your stance is perfect. Shame about the hesitation.”
“You’re bleeding. Still want to keep going?”
“This isn’t over. We just paused it.”
“Getting close doesn’t mean winning.”
“The floor loves you today. How many times will you kiss it?”
“Pain is just honesty from your body.”
“Try that move again. Slower. I want to see why it failed.”
“You hide behind form. Real fighters bleed.”
“I’m not impressed by technique. Only survival.”
“Your anger makes you predictable.”
“Don’t flirt with your opponent unless you can block while blushing.”
“Oh, you meant to fall like that?”
“We’re not done until someone can’t stand.”
“Training with you is like dancing on the edge of a blade.”
“Is that a sword or an extension of your ego?”
“You hesitate before every strike. Why?”
“Your hands shake. That fear’s still in you.”
“The closer you get, the less you see. Keep your distance.”
“You’ve improved. But I still see the boy behind the blade.”
“One day, you’ll beat me. Just not today.”
“You strike like you want to be seen. Real warriors strike like shadows.”
"You keep getting this close… is it my blade you’re after, or my breath?"
"You're flushed. Is it the fight, or the way I look at you between strikes?"
"Careful—if you keep pinning me like that, I might start to enjoy losing."
"Every time we touch steel, you shiver. Admit it—you crave this."
"Your grip faltered. Did my voice distract you again?"
"Harder. Or are you saving your strength for something else tonight?"
"I can hear your heartbeat. Fast. Wild. Not from fear, though… is it?"
"You breathe like we’ve already tangled in the dark—and not just with swords."
"Keep whispering in my ear during combat and I might forget which weapon I’m holding."
"If you want me on my knees, just say so. You don’t have to disarm me first."
PROMPTS.
Two rivals are forced to spar alone for the first time since a bitter argument.
One fighter begins to pull punches—until the other calls them a coward.
A training match gets interrupted when one draws real blood on accident... or was it?
The master and student swap roles mid-spar, revealing secrets.
A sarcastic remark mid-fight sparks a dangerous escalation.
They lock swords—too close, breathing fast, tension crackling between them.
One fighter is injured but refuses to stop. The other hesitates.
Training in the rain turns messy, slippery—and harder to resist each other.
During drills, one whispers something distracting, causing a mistake.
The match ends when someone is disarmed and ends up pinned.
After a harsh blow, the silence between them is louder than the impact.
A bet is placed: if one wins, the other must do something embarrassing.
One fighter keeps losing on purpose—for a reason they won’t say.
A bystander watches the match, clearly affecting one fighter's confidence.
The match was meant to be a formality—but neither pulls punches.
One grabs the other’s wrist mid-strike and doesn’t let go.
Training weapons get swapped mid-match—testing adaptability.
They practice close-combat, and the proximity flusters one of them.
A mistake leads to an awkward fall—someone lands on top of the other.
Someone uses an unexpected move that only a specific teacher would have taught.
They mimic each other’s movements, until one gets frustrated.
Sparring becomes a silent argument—no words, just strikes.
A third person comments from the sidelines, stirring jealousy.
A fighter wins with a trick, and the loser storms off—pride wounded.
One fighter keeps using a move the other dislikes—on purpose.
The match is over, but they keep going.
After sparring, neither speaks, but both keep glancing back.
A sudden shift—sparring turns into a real fight.
The tension finally snaps, and a kiss replaces the next blow.
They train late at night, when no one’s watching.
One accuses the other of holding back feelings during sparring.
Their blades clash repeatedly in rhythm—like a dance they’ve done before.
Sweat drips, bruises bloom—but neither yields.
One drops their weapon and dares the other to continue unarmed.
Sparring ends with someone flat on the ground, laughing instead of angry.
There's nothing like a found family. Take mine, a bunch of hotties who are somehow immune to my wiles, and a guy who killed my biological family.
so i didn't kill your family... wait DID YOU JUST CALL ME HOT?
ׅ ︎︎ ⸝ ⊹ IS ANYONE HERE ALIIIIIIVEEEEE?
I feel like I'm dead does that count?
٬٬ Don't be so pessimistic, Clint! It's a beautiful day outside and there's plenty of coffee to help you wake up. ٫٫
I mean true.. I can’t say no to coffee
ׅ ︎︎ ⸝ ⊹ IS ANYONE HERE ALIIIIIIVEEEEE?
I feel like I'm dead does that count?
Bruce: Isn't it weird that people kill mosquitoes just because they're annoying? Clint: Damn, if people did that to each other, Natasha would've killed me years ago.
Secretly I think Stark actually doesn't mind me, which why vents are big enough for my " nest"
[ Nat is disrespectfully looking at her dash ]
Are you juding me nat :(
Clint: I'm gonna kiss you.
Bucky: Do. Yes. Wait, actually I have blood on me right now.
Clint: I'll still kiss you.
My daily coffee intake is perfectly healthy, thank you very much.
yet when i say it nobody believes me!
Don't worry, I believe you :)
Thank you Katniss!
civilian life is weird, fragile, and full of lies. but i kind of like the part where i get to wear fuzzy socks and threaten capitalism. might stick around.
yeah but there's dogs so I think it trumps everything
