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[distractedbymorality]

@arussianspider​ continued from here

“I’d say it’s not that difficult to make me smile, but I feel like you’d probably know it’s a lie,” he said, knowing that smiles of all sorts came somewhat easily to him, despite his apparent resting bitch face.

[codenameswiftstrike]

@arussianspider​ [x]

“Naaaah.... no one is that lucky.” he grins lopsidedly despite the cut in his lip and the busted state of his face. “I’ve definitely come back looking worse from missions, I just got a little in over my head, won’t happen again.” he nods a bit. “Besides I like working alone, I don’t gotta worry about getting everyone home alive.” he chuckles.

[paleontologicalbadass]

Desert Dark || Horror AU || arussianspider

It wasn’t the first time she’d taken a Greyhound, but Alex always looked forward to it. The greasy windows, the crusted seats, and the fain smell of acrid waste if she sat too far back--it all wrapped her up in a sense of wonder as she rode hundreds of miles even while asleep.

The Mojave Desert was elegant, and Alex fought sleep like a toddler as the Sun started to set. They were half-way between Amarillo and Reno, and had just settled into the longest stretch of the drive, still some eight or nine hours left through the vibrant desert when Alex finally lost the battle with sleep.

She couldn’t know that when she woke, everything would be different.

At some point, the bus pulled into a gas station, old and decaying, and the doors swung open, and the driver--the only other person on the bus besides her and a red-haired woman--got off, walking into the gas station and not walking out as the Sun finally vanished below the horizon.

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[onlybonesleft]

“ i’m not gonna kill ya  -  stop runnin’ ! ”  

“Maybe if you stopped looking like you’re about to eat me- and not in a fun way- I might,” Leonard shouted over his shoulder and kept going. 

[spiderwcman-aa]

arussianspider said:“ why are you making hot pockets at 3 am? “ ( 3 AM SENTENCE STARTERS  )

🕷️ →   Stance  is  shifted  as  she  turns  to  face  the  redhead.  Not  many  people  can  sneak  up  on  the  young  spider,  her  spider-senses  would  have  something  to  do  with  that  (and  maybe  the  fact  Natasha  was  a  master  assassin  with  years  of  experience  may  have  helped  just  a  little  bit).  Mouth  agape  as  she  struggled  to  string  together  simple  a  sentence.  Her  mind  had  gone  blank,   as  she’d  her  gaze  pulled  away  from  Natasha  and  to  the  clock  behind  her  “i-is  that  really  the  time?”  words  stumbled  as  she  forced  a  smile  settling  her  gaze  back  to  Nat  “I-HMM...was  just  hungry...post-patrol  snack  and  all  that”  theres  a  quick pause  as  the  timer  buzzes  “ah!  do  you  want  one?”

[distractedbymorality]

@arussianspider​ continued from here

Matt wrinkled his nose at the boop. "Yeah, rebellion so long as it keeps within the confines of the law is more than okay. But you advocate for rebellion meaning murder and other illegal shit," he argued with a small smirk.

[codenameswiftstrike]

@arussianspider​ [x]

Archer chuckles at the ‘language’ and shakes his head. “Ah just some guy that frequents Sister Margaret’s.” he shrugs. “We have this weird things going on, a rivalry I guess?” he looks over at her. “Kinda this who ‘Who’s a better killer/merc’ thing going on, I win out more than he does and it usually ends with us fighting and then uh...” he clears his throat. “Sex.” he grins. “But he’s been getting weird lately.” there is a pause. “I think I am too.”

Feelings Archer. Those are called feelings.

[distractedbymorality]

@arussianspider​ continued from here

Matt huffed. "So what, I'm just supposed to let you walk off into what's likely to be your death with nothing but a 'good luck' or some bullshit like that?"