“Happy Valentine’s Day, Friends”
“Now if you don’t excuse me, I’m going to spend time with my boyfriend!”
Sounds good to me. C'mon I want to show you what I got you.
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@sonofahawk-blog
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Friends”
“Now if you don’t excuse me, I’m going to spend time with my boyfriend!”
Sounds good to me. C'mon I want to show you what I got you.
((It is that time of day again.... I must go to bed! I shall reply to everyone I owe in the morning. Like this if I owe you and yeah xD))
“Thank you.”
“You would? Awesome…. and I’d like to be your boyfriend. So that’s… it’s official now. Great.”
“Yup. It’s official…now you don’t need to ask to kiss me.” [Yawns]
“G’night, don’t drool on the couch please”
"Awesome!"
"G'nite Astrid. Thanks for everything."
“Good. Thank you. I mean… yeah. Thank you.”
“Do you mind if I crash on your couch? I don’t really feel like getting in a cab now..”
“It’s okay. I wasn’t going to let you take a cab anyway.”
“For the record, I’d actually like to be your girlfriend.”
"Thank you."
"You would? Awesome.... and I'd like to be your boyfriend. So that's... it's official now. Great."
“Okay. I promise. Just no more being mad at me okay? I don’t like that.”
“Alright, no more getting mad at you.”
“Promise.”
"Good. Thank you. I mean... yeah. Thank you."
"Do you mind if I crash on your couch? I don't really feel like getting in a cab now.."
“No Astrid, okay wait, listen. I run away, that’s something that I do. And it’s bad, and it just screws everything up more and I know that, but it’s been the best way to deal with things so that’s why I do it. I’m sorry I kept doing that okay? It was stupid and selfish and piggish, and I’m an idiot, and no matter if I’m drunk or not, I shouldn’t have done it and you’re completely right. I’m truly genuinely sorry, and it will not happen again, I promise. And you can stay mad at me, whatever, just know that if I could take it back, I would, and that it wont happen again and I’m so so so incredibly sorry.”
“Aw…Dominic..”
“I’m sorry. You have to promise me that you won’t run anymore. We have to face things…okay?”
"Okay. I promise. Just no more being mad at me okay? I don't like that."
“You made me believe that you’re this gentleman. I understand that you’re sort of drunk but, you’re also kind of sober so you should at least try to act like yourself”
“But all your doing is trying to kiss me and have your hands all over me and it’s fucking annoying!”
[he stands there in silence, a look somewhere between guilt and hurt on his face]
Right then. I don’t… I’m sorry? I should… not be here. I’ve just made things worse and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…. I assumed and…. I’ll leave now… I’ll call a cab or something.
“Why are you always trying to run away!? It’s not going to make a difference. I’m still going to be mad at you tomorrow.”
“This has been the worst night ever”
"No Astrid, okay wait, listen. I run away, that's something that I do. And it's bad, and it just screws everything up more and I know that, but it's been the best way to deal with things so that's why I do it. I'm sorry I kept doing that okay? It was stupid and selfish and piggish, and I'm an idiot, and no matter if I'm drunk or not, I shouldn't have done it and you're completely right. I'm truly genuinely sorry, and it will not happen again, I promise. And you can stay mad at me, whatever, just know that if I could take it back, I would, and that it wont happen again and I'm so so so incredibly sorry."
“Why can’t we just have this talk now?”
“If you’re drunk enough to be and fucking pig and keep asking me to kiss you. Your drunk enough to talk to me about it!”
“Okay okay fine, we can talk about it! Jesus, where did this come from?”
“You made me believe that you’re this gentleman. I understand that you’re sort of drunk but, you’re also kind of sober so you should at least try to act like yourself”
“But all your doing is trying to kiss me and have your hands all over me and it’s fucking annoying!”
[he stands there in silence, a look somewhere between guilt and hurt on his face]
Right then. I don't... I'm sorry? I should... not be here. I've just made things worse and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have.... I assumed and.... I'll leave now... I'll call a cab or something.
[Grabs his wrist and drags his back to her] “We need to talk first before you go to bed, Mister.”
“I’m being serious. I don’t know If you are. but I am”
“This isn’t a good idea.”
“I’m being drunk, that’s what I’m being. Can we save this for when I’m sober maybe? Please?”
“Why can’t we just have this talk now?”
“If you’re drunk enough to be and fucking pig and keep asking me to kiss you. Your drunk enough to talk to me about it!”
"Okay okay fine, we can talk about it! Jesus, where did this come from?"
sonofahawk + sageexagent
Sage stood up and introduced herself, “I’m Sage Aritza, nice to meet you.” After shaking hands with the agent, she sat down again as Fury began to speak.
“As you may know, Eric Selvig will be receiving the Nobel Prize in Physics this year for his work with the tesseract. Your assignment is to attend the ceremonies in Stockholm and make sure no harm comes to him. He won’t know you two are there, and you will not tell him who you are.” He paused, then: “I know what you’re thinking, Aritza. But I have trust in Barton, and the dinner you will be supervising is ticketed couples-only.”
“It’s okay,” said Sage. “I have no concern about working with a SHIELD agent again.”
Dominic listened to the beginning of Fury’s briefing before beginning to zone out. He had had a late night, hence his being late, and there was a ton of things he’d rather be doing than being briefed by Fury with some random girl. She seemed nice enough though, so he figured he’d just roll with it. He picked up his attention somewhere halfway through and looked up at Fury with a forced smile.
“Wait you’re not with SHIELD?” he asked, suddenly interrupting. ”What’s happening, I’m confused… also, when are we leaving?” He looked both dazed and extremely confused, his eyes shooting between Sage and Fury.
“No, she is not,” Fury answered. “Miss Aritza is a private investigator. Your jet leaves at 11 this morning, and there’s clothes already packed for you.”
Sage looked at the agent. He seemed to have dazed off in the middle of Fury’s briefing. She really didn’t want to drag around a nervous, hesitant trainee but…Director Fury said he trusted the man. Also, he called him Barton….obviously he wasn’t Clint. She turned to the agent. “I don’t bite, I promise,” she said coolly.
"Aw come on Fury, don't you trust me to pack my own clothing?" he sighed and nodded, obviously hesitant to work with a PI, but willing to do the job nonetheless.
"Right, well I suppose I should introduce myself then. I'm Dominic Barton, yes I'm related to Clint, I'm his son, and I don't care what the rules are, if you call me baby bird I will break your nose." he said in a warning tone before breaking out into a grin and offering her his hand. "I look forward to working with you Miss Aritza."
“I…”
“We need to talk about that…actually.”
“Oh no… oh no that was bad. I knew it. Ugh I’m such an idiot. I’ll just go to bed and leave you alone now.”
[Grabs his wrist and drags his back to her] “We need to talk first before you go to bed, Mister.”
“I’m being serious. I don’t know If you are. but I am”
"This isn't a good idea."
"I'm being drunk, that's what I'm being. Can we save this for when I'm sober maybe? Please?"
“We’re here. Are you happy?”
“Mmhmm. Can I kiss you again? Please?”
“I…”
“We need to talk about that…actually.”
"Oh no... oh no that was bad. I knew it. Ugh I'm such an idiot. I'll just go to bed and leave you alone now."
first date | astrid x dominic
“Yeah, it’s a bit ridiculous… I don’t have to, I’m just going for a level 8 clearance, and that will enhance my application, so yeah.” he said with a smile. He bit his lip and furrowed his brows a bit as he listened to her speak. He translated it in his head and tried to put his reply into Swedish before speaking again. ”Tack, är ditt helt underbara också. How was that?” he asked with a grin. ”Hey, I’ll get a song out of you somehow, I promise you that.”
Astrid smiled and clapped softly, “Good job! That’s pretty good for a beginner.” She couldn’t help but laugh at how determined he was to get her to sing, “What do you even think you’re going to get out of me singing? besides bleeding ears.”
Dominic bowed slightly and spread into a grin. "Thank you." he said with a proud smile. "Satisfaction." he answered her with a small nod. "And then I can get you to sing a duet with me because I hate singing duets with people who I don't actually mean what I'm saying to." He nodded slowly before looking at his empty cup. "You ready? I want to show you the New York City lights at night."
“Yup, you’re officially a kid. I love the Lion King so I can’t complain”
“Mmm whatever you say. How much longer?”
“We’re here. Are you happy?”
"Mmhmm. Can I kiss you again? Please?"
[Text] Oh my god. [Text] NO NO NO [Text] Is it what I think It is?
[text] Depends on what you think it is. If you guess right you get to have it.
[text] If you guess wrong you get to have it anyway.
[Text] Uh, nope. I'm okay. [Text] Actually take a picture of it [Text] I like presents
[text] I can't send you a picture of it. It'll lessen the impact. You have to see it in person.
“It’s hilarious how you somehow become younger when you’re so drunk”
“I don’t… I don’t know what you’re talking about. We should watch the Lion King. That’s a good movie, you know? I’m going to try out for that play. It’s going to happen. I can be Timon… it’ll be perfect!”
“Yup, you’re officially a kid. I love the Lion King so I can’t complain”
"Mmm whatever you say. How much longer?"