( @iam-ironmvn )
bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.
hands shaking uncontrollably , fingers dipped in cool and tantalizing crimson pools. breathing rigid through gritted teeth. the threat is no longer an active one -- no longer able to bring harm to the people he loved. ever since the world had fallen upon deaf ears once more -- there’s been a change within clint that enthralled his usual persona. he didn’t feel like an essential asset to the team -- no -- not anymore. his behavior warped ; not many could cease or tame him -- very few people can reach him.
and now stood the hypocrite that loomed over an unconscious body that would probably lie through their teeth if they could. “ i’ll get him cleaned up and escort him to the authorities. “ clint murmured as he heard footsteps -- his hesitation radiated a discerning moment -- his eyes avoided TONY STARK.
“ I’ll show myself out. “ referring to his place in the compound. clint isn’t the same man they knew -- or who they thought they knew.