bartonsarrowhead replied to your photo “And it looks like I’ve got a private showing :)#cineworldNottingham”
I was in your shoes watching Divergent in April :D It was absolutely cool :D
me and liferuinedbyrenner nearly get the cinema to ourselves for 'american hustle' earlier in the year - but some people turned up at the last minute - which meant we had to keep our perving to a minimum ;)
Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
[text: Natasha] I assumed you were flexible but that just looks painful...[text: Natasha] No worries though, I've deleted them and it will never be spoken of.
Clint pulled the arrow, spinning around to face his attacker. She kicked high, aiming for his head, but he ducked, firing off the arrow as he did. It missed. She was too close. He dropped to the ground and pulled on her legs to take her down. She dropped like a stone, right on his head, and then jumped up and leaped back out of reach.
Clint grabbed and wrapped his fingers around her wrist. The muscles in his legs coiled as he jumped forward and shoved her back. They both came tumbling down onto the ground. She hissed trying to pull back but only succeeding in rolling him over on top of her.
The sleeve of her shirt slid down her wrist. Clint's eyes caught the flawless Russian script on her arm, her native language and translated it in his brain. Clinton Barton.
Clinton Barton.
Clinton Barton.
Him.
He used his right hand to wrap around her neck and held her down. His left hand yanked her sleeve the rest of the way up her arm so he could get a better look. "Stop!"
"Go to hell," she spat at him.
"Stop!" Clint said. She bucked beneath him. "Natalia! Stop!"
She stilled. "How do you know my name?"
Clint shook his hand until his own sleeve dropped down his arm. He flashed her name, printed in his skin since the day of his birth.
[Text: Vdova]How could I not? :)
[Text: Vdova] It’s been what? Two months?
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[Text: Vdova] Don’t make me abduct a quinjet and fly over…
[Text: Vdova] Fuck the fact it’d ruin your cover…
[Text: Vdova] I need you bad.
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[Text: Vdova]Wasn’t that intended for Potts?
[Text: Vdova] Anyway, why didn’t you just ask, Tasha?
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[Text: Vdova]I’m not buyin’ that bullshit, Natasha. You get me?!
[Text: Vdova] I’m comin’ for you! Hold on.
[Text: Vdova] Wasn’t that supposed to be ‘together or never’?
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[Text: T.]Woah, hey there, is Miss Stony Mask jealous of her assface partner or what?
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[Text: Vdova] …
[Text: Vdova] That was… unexpected to say the least…
[Text] I wish you were here. My body is on fire and I need to feel your touch, love…
Send me ❧ for a text that was about my muse, but was meant to be for someone else.
[Text] I just.. I don’t know what I should do ? I mean, yes, I think I fell for Clint but what if he doesn’t feel the same ?
Send me ♀ for a heartbreaking text.
[Text] This will be my last mission. I don’t have any chances of coming back home, so… Goodbye. I love you, thank you for making me happy.
Send me ✼ for a mean/rude text.
[Text] Next time please shut the door to your room when you’re there with the whore of the night, so the rest of us don’t have to look at it. Thank you.
Send me ☄ for a text that was supposed to be deleted, but was accidentally sent.
[Text] Clint, I love you. I’ve been to scared to tell you earlier but now I know I have nothing to loose…