#blackwidowandco

[askhawkybarton]

"Don't you dare pity me, Barton. I can handle my own problems." From Nat

He sighed and shook his head. "Just because you can doesn't mean you should have to."

[barnesandbarton]

“If you’re sooooo mad, use that to finally beat me in a sparring match for once,” Nat smirked, intentionally rilling him up more. [for either to start]

Clint huffed and folded his arms.  “That’s not fair, Nat,” he said.  “You know I am better at range things.”

Bucky was watching on amused at the side of the room. “You can’t take Nat?” he teased.  “Look at her.  She’s tiny.  Now look at yourself.”

Clint flipped him the bird. 

[heroesfromtheashes]

“I want the K.” Sif for Loki

31. A kiss to the inner thigh.

A sparring match had turned into a sweaty needy session of desire.. where they slipped back into Loki's room. He knew where she wanted him, but he wasn't just going to give in that easily. Instead he'd slid his hands up her calves and pushed her legs apart, his lips following as he placed hungry kisses on her sensitive inner thighs.

[shieldagentcoulson]

“Hey Phil? Have you seen the supplements the crew doc gave me? I think I misplaced the bottle somehow even though the bus isn’t exactly massive...” [from Ali]

"I have it," Phil admitted, holding up the bottle in question. "I wanted to check that it was exactly what she said it was without worrying you with my paranoia."

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[ofgunsandlipstick]

@blackwidowandco || cont'd

She lifted an eyebrow, smirk on her face as she looked at her. "I say it sounds an awful lot like you're trying to get me into a bikini," she teased. "Fortunately for you, I don't need all that much convincing. So long as you promise to help get my sunscreen on my back."

[lordofthegoldenflower]

don't  look  at  me  like  i'm  the  only  one  lying. [from Lady Loki. Seemed fitting]

"I was just surprised," Finn defended himself. "As for lying, I am an open book, what do you want to know?"

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[leftsomescratches]

To Tame a Beast | Mystique &

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Despite the wet environment Creed was quiet in his movements as he prowled through the dimly lit sewers. The stink of waste was prominent in the air, but he could push past that smell and move on to another scent, the scent of prey.

Creed didn't bother with counting the days he's been lurking in these tunnels. He couldn't remember a time before waking up here, and he didn't care. All he cared about was whatever his instinct was telling him to do, his feral desires having overtaken his will to do anything other than to hunt and kill.

Creed lifted his nose to the air, breathing deeply. He couldn't help the low growl vibrating in his throat, the spike in excitement was electrifying. The hunt was on.

[steven-g-rogers]

Hey, how’s it going?

Not to bad, Nat. You know. Work. How's things with you?