#feels tho

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I've never been a southpaw but why am I always being left?

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((All healed up! 😊 Yes I got this because I love Banjo Kazooie of course, but this tattoo is particularly meaningful–I was born with idiopathic nystagmus and I always heard my eye doctor tell my parents “he is visually impaired”, but nobody ever told me what it meant. It always made my parents cry so of course at age 7 I assumed it was awful and bad but I didn’t understand why. Soon as I found a character in my favourite series who’s just like me, my outlook on life changed–I thought I was wrong and broken somehow, but apparently it doesn’t stop a giant fucking blowtorch from being the goddamn boss of my favourite level so… it shouldn’t stop me either. Thanks Rare ❤️))

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JUST FINISHED WATCHING KOE NO KOTACHI

I WAS PREPARED FOR FEELS

I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS

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It started out as a joke. That’s how she usually got into this shit, joking around or not thinking things thru. It didn’t really matter, Darcy supposed. No one knew she could just toss it in the trash and no one would ever know. No harm, no foul. 

Her fingers swirled around the knob of the drawer she had shoved the stupid thing in absently. What to do? The phone rang and she jumped pulling the drawer out a little in her alarm. She grimaced and took a deep breath. 

“Coulson’s office, Gatekeeper speaking” She tried to be as chipper as she could hopefully whoever wanted to nag her about paperwork wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. Luck, as it would have, was not on her side. 

“Come here Gatekeeper and bring whatever’s in your top desk that’s keeping you from working” Coulson hung up before she could protest. She gingerly set the phone down and slide the slim envelope out of her desk clutching it tightly. She could probably just walk away. Maybe hide in the building? She’d never make it outside without being stopped, and being caught means surrendering proof of her idiocy to someone who may not be as forgiving and silent as Coulson. Then He’d know. Everyone would here about how she tried to flee rather than face a brief interrogation with Coulson. And even if she did manage to escape HQ she’d have to go on the run forever because she’d never wanted to answer the questions this would raise. SHIELD was far reaching she’d be on Interpol's most wanted in hours. 

Fess up in the privacy of Coulson’s level Billion secure office or life as an international fugitive?

“Now Agent!” Coulson’s voice floated out to her. Darcy cringed and stood. It could honestly go either way. “For the love of...!” He began.

“No! No I’m coming!” Darcy scurried to Coulson’s door looking carefully around before rushing threw locking the door behind her. Coulson raised a brow from his seat at the desk. He didn’t look at all like he’d been moving to drag her in for interrogation. Sneaky.

“Was that necessary?” He questioned without looking up from whatever form he was filling out. Darcy gulped but pressed further into the room taking a seat on the arm of the couch closest to him.  

“Yes. Actually I’d like to request we make this a B&R proof meeting.” Darcy rarely spoke SHIELD jargon and maybe that’s why Phil stopped working to look up at her. 

B&R proof rooms where office slang for Barton and Romanov, of course B&Ring a room usually just mean’t there would be a few hour delay before they knew someone was keeping things from them. but that would be enough for now. 

Coulson spun his chair around and tapped at his computer, a low hiss sounded for a few moments and then a soft beep meant all he could do had been done. He turned back to her expectantly. Darcy was being childish, air locking a room to avoid talking about one silly thing. Be that as it may, Darcy loved that Coulson was taking it seriously at her word.

“Let’s see it” He held his hand out gesturing to the envelope in her hand. Darcy pulled another face and hesitantly passed it over. Coulson impatiently swiped it and thumbed open the side she’d yet to seal shut. 

“It was a joke and then suddenly I’d bought it and signed it and now I feel like a weirdo. What if he’s really freaked out and never talks to me again? I mean that’s totally creepy right? I was just thinking about when he rescued drunk me that first weekend in New York and that time he worked on my car and the thing with Ian.” She took a huge breath. “ Then I was scared to leave it at home because He comes over unannounced a lot and I was trying to decided how to throw it out. I’m honestly so stupid.” Darcy rushes out hiding her flushed face in her hand as Coulson read the brief card. He closed it carefully and looked at her. 

“I don’t think you’re stupid Darcy” He said softly. “It was sweet” 

“It’s gross and emotional and he’s never gonna talk to me again if he sees it. I honestly have no idea what I’m going to do” She groans. Coulson shrugs and reaches into his desk to pull out a form she knows too well. 

“Nooo, Phil isn’t my life terrible enough?” She begs falling dramatically over the arms and into the sofa. He shakes his head and pulls a different pen out of his desk. He fills all his paperwork out in boring blues and blacks but Phil keeps the every colour under the sun gel pens Darcy had bought him (also as a joke) in his desk and he likes to update files by color coding them. The pens he usually uses for Darcy are green but he pulls out a purple one, because it’s about Clint. 

“Darcy Lewis, Pros and Cons, regarding Hawkeye, June 16th” He dictates. Darcy throws an arm over her face but doesn’t protest. 

“Okay Pro” He says looking expectantly at her. 

“It’s nice?” He rolls his eyes but writes it anyway, scrawling loopy  scribbles under pro. 

“Con”

“Eternal embarrassment”

“Facing you emotions” He corrects. “Pro?”

“I won’t be wasting the dollar fifty I spent on the damn thing?” 

He doesn’t correct just scribbles. 

“Con?” 

“He may hate me” 

“Rejection, That’s underlined, I think it’s your biggest fear” He says his pen makes the sounds that say he really has underlined it. Fucking Nerd, she thinks in a voice that sounds like Clint.

“Pro?” 

“Now I’ve acknowledged it to myself, giving him the damn thing will get this off my chest.” She admits, the safety of Coulson’s office and her closed eyes allowing her a moment to be brave.

“Facing your emotions,” He says dryly. “The plot thickens”

Before he can ask for another Con there’s a knock on the door. Well a knock is putting it politely, It’s really some asshole pounding on the door. 

“WHAT THE FUCK PHIL DID YOU B&R YOUR OFFICE!?!?!?!” A muffled voice drifts into the room. Ah that Asshole. Phil looks guilty and Darcy doesn’t know if it’s for locking it down or for getting her busted. There is no escape. The vents are even sealed during these locks. 

“PUT YOUR DICK AWAY I’M BREAKING IN” He shouts. Darcy leaps up from her spot on the sofa and snatched the pro con sheet crumpling it in her pocket before cramming the damning thing back in its envelope. She’s licked the seal right as the door gives a groan and swings open air rushing out. Clint talks in and slams the door behind him. He stops at the sight of Darcy. His eyes narrow and he looks between the two. 

“I’m so against this” He says simple crossing his arms. “I thought you’d know better than to seduce him at work Darce” He shakes his head. The jokes are to make light at his confusions. Why is she in here?

“I... uh... Got this for you” She launches the envelope as if it were a ninja star across the office. Clint snatches it easily from the air and arches a brow. He and Coulson hang out too much. 

He rips it open ungracefully and Darcy’s breath hitches as her heart thuds wildly in her chest. She can feel Coulson’s eyes on her and no doubt Clint’s even as he scans the words.

“Thanks?” He reads in confusion before opening it. Darcy’s face burns but Clint doesn’t read the inside out loud thank Thor.

He doesn’t need to Darcy knows just what it says: 

                Thanks for stepping up because my real dad’s a twat.

and she had printed under that. 

                I didn’t know what the hype was about til I met you. Love you Dee

Clint hasn’t moved. He hasn’t awkwardly told her thanks but don’t contact him anymore, so that’s good, right? 

Thankfully Clint crosses the room in two quick strides and gathers her to him in a breath stealingly tight hug. Darcy sighs and clutches his backs keeping him wrapped around her. He’s warm and smells like smoke and home. She remembers him coming to pick her up her first week. Remembers him rolling out from under her car with that cheeky smile. Remembers him juggling the ice creams he brought to her after Ian. How could she have thought this was a bad plan?

“That’s what was B&R worthy?” A voice interrupts. Clint pulls back a little and Darcy flushes seeing Natasha perched on Coulson’s desk reading the card. 

“What did you think it was?” Darcy asked looking up at Clint. His cheeks pinked a little. 

“He was serious when he thought you and Phil were banging.” Nat sniggers. Coulson blushes a little dispute his calm face. “I thought we were finally being disappeared to the bottom of the ocean” She shrugs,

“Well that doesn’t sound like an entirely bad Idea” Coulson glowers. Darcy grins. 

“Ohh Get the Sparkly Red Natasha pen and we can use the back of my Pro Con sheet!” Darcy attempt to smooth the page on the edge of Coulson’s desk. 

“You made a pro con sheet for giving me this card?” Clint looks indignant. 

“Fucking Nerd” Clint and Natasha chime.

“Shit like that is why B&R exists” Darcy pouts.

“You have no idea” Phil agrees reaching for the Sparkly Red Natasha pen as requested.

“I love you Darce” Clint says lowly to her while Phil and Natasha bicker about the color of her gel pen. Darcy nods. She knows. He doesn’t have to say, the things he does show her. 

“I’ve never celebrated this holiday” Darcy admits. Clint beams. 

“Me neither, if it counts I think you’d be a good dad too.” He grins. Darcy snorts.

“Thanks, I think, Happy Father’s Day, Clint” 

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i just remembered that sokka's dead in the whole LoK setting and im depressed af rn

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Grace....