Feb 10, 2015
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"How the hell did you get into my apartment?"
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ballet-and-bullets liked for a starter
"How the hell did you get into my apartment?"
"Mmm"
Sarah arched a brow in surprise, but couldn't stop grinning. "Why, Ms. Romanoff, I didn't know you swung that way. But, I can't say I haven't looked myself."
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[text: Red Bombshell] I fucked up Natasha.
[text: Red Bombshell] I really fucked up and I don't know what to do.
[text: Red Bombshell] Shit.
"Don't you dare speak to me."
"Natasha, wait." Clint shook his head, trying to figure out what to say next. "I'm sorry, okay? I fucked up, and you got hurt. I should'a been more careful."
"Love is a fairytale told to children." [Clint]
"Are you calling last night a fairy tale?" Clint smirked. "Because I, for one, awfully enjoyed it."
*Accidentally spills your drink on you*
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Tony stepped back a few inches, holding his sharp tongue as soon as he got a good glimpse at the woman, “Darling I won’t hold this against you if you show me how sorry you are.”
Ѡ [this time, for Kate, oops]
[text] NATASHA I DONT KNOW WHAT YOURE THINKING. IM NOT CLINT. [text] If me and Clint are both in your phone as "Hawkeye" you really need to fix that[text] Though I am a tad bit envious[text] Of him and your body
"You are really warm.." [clint]
Send “You are really warm..” for my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly crawling over them and laying on my muse, while my muse happened to be lying on their back…
For the first time in weeks, Clint had time to take a much-needed nap. But for some reason, Natasha was now laying on him. “Hey, Nat,” He grumbled, not really wanting to be awake. “Not that I don’t want you here, but I’m trying to sleep, and you’re not really helping.”