#agentbartonofshield

[therealgamble]

99. Friendship (feel free to ignore if you don't like face claims crossing paths lolol)

The two marksmen spent most of their time arguing and trying to show each other up in new and increasingly obnoxious ways. But there was a grudging respect in how they teased each other about weapon choice or compared notes on missions they’d been on.

“Really? You like the Lapua?” Brian asked with a roll of his eyes. “It’s too loud, man. There are much better rifles that won’t make you deaf.”

“Come on, man. You’ve never even tried a bow? That’s ridiculous.” Clint sighed, exasperated.

They spoke in levels of criticism and sarcasm. It was comfortable for them, a friendship built out of mutual respect for skill.

[nowyxuseeme-nowyxudont]

@agentbartonofshield ;; 

"Just a coffee, no biggie." He winked in a friendly manner, only turning to receive the two steaming cups and hand one over to Sariya. "Forget ya wallet, or somethin'?"

Taking the cup with a gracious smile, she took a deep breath. “I must have, which is really concerning seeing as that has everything in it...” Sariya sighed softly, leaning against the counter. “Good thing is, it’s most likely just back in Stark’s lab.” She mumbled before looking up at the man with a smile. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.”

[aqentromanoff]

@agentbartonofshield​ liked for a starter

   “If you’re going to shoot, shoot! Don’t talk!”

[awidowedheart]

agentbartonofshield

There was very little that irritated Natasha Romanoff more than not being able to understand what she was learning in school--taking a stupid amount of AP classes, having a history of having phenomenal grades, it could be argued that the seventeen year old pushed herself too hard too much. In fact, most of her friends said that exact thing. More often than not, the redhead brushed them off, claimed that in fact she didn’t push herself hard enough. As such, it wasn’t uncommon to find her poring over her books instead of eating at lunch, even when she wasn’t studying she was normally the first one there, maybe drinking water but that was about it. This particular day, it was calculus--math was never totally one of Nat’s strengths, which didn’t totally make sense to her. She could understand the concepts, it was practical enough, and yet some days it absolutely stumped her.

Blowing out a breath, Natasha dragged a hand through her long hair before tying it up into a messy bun. Hopefully she could get all of this done by her free period at the end of the day. She had ballet after school and probably wouldn’t have much time after that. Well, she could just not sleep if it came to that, unhealthy though it may have been. Shaking her head, Nat closed her books and stuffed them in her bag. She needed to take a breath, if she pushed too hard it wouldn’t help--or at least, that was what people kept telling her.

[vikingtitty]

Merry Christmas

agentbartonofshield

Evaden hesitated at clint's door, badly wrapped packages under his arm. He had been so busy with baking and visiting and writing this Christmas that he hadn't had time to drop off Clint's present, or remember to bring it when he visited him. But he knew he would like it, because Ev already did.

The first thing was a hand-knitted sweater that Evaden had worried over for the past month or so. Clint was always tearing up his own clothing and Evaden though a good, strong sweater should be part of any closet. Besides, the design he had picked looked like the end of arrows, which he knew Barton would like.

The second thing took a lot more time to consider. The Frenchman hadn't wanted to get it at first an maybe just take Clint to visit him, but after visiting the pup himself, he knew Clint and knew that the hyper, lovable, and affectionate pit bull pup would be perfect. Ev was especially taken with it's eyes- they matched Clint's almost perfectly. So there he stood, on Clint's stoop, with a lump of wrapping paper around his sweater, and a dog scurrying around his legs, trying to see everything and anything on the street. "Clint?" He called, raping on the door once more.

[vikingtitty]

To Get Close

"Killing will make you a man."

His father's words shook around in his head as he rode, his mind turning over quite a few things at once, but through it all his father's rough, hard voice remained the most prominent. Evaden had gone out on hunts before, but his father's idea that in having him head a hunt would lead to him developing a taste for war and blood was what landed him at the head of the hunting party. He couldn't complain too much- despite the reasons behind him being out, it was a quiet, cool fall morning, front folding under the horses' hooves and the new soldiers working as his protections were still and silent enough for Ev to enjoy the morning air.

He dismounted after a pause and nodded for the new men to separate, indicting the boar's tracks with an arrow. He may not have enjoyed hunting, but he studied enough to recognize the footsteps of a sizable boar heading north.

[aqentromanoff]

Insane Asylum au (closed)

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Natalia sat in the corner of her room, staring at the clock. It wasn’t really a room, more like a cell. A padded cell. And it wasn’t really hers, either. Just temporarily, until they could cure her and bring in the next crazy girl. She watched the hour hand as it moved, and sighed in relief as it finally hit the 12. There was a beeping sound and the door opened, signaling all the patients that it was time for lunch. She followed the rest of the girls into the cafeteria, hoping she could find the one friend she had in this hell hole.

[aqentromanoff]

"Can I stay here for the night?"

"Yes, of course. Is everything okay?"