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[lackshumaniity-blog]

             ♚       ❝   COME NOW BARTON  . .  don't you know   TOO MUCH    already   ??   ❞

@hawkbvtt / ♚  (   when the party’s over   ;   billie eilish  )

[youngdragondaniel]

@hawkbvtt

Fucking Avenger.

The thought faded as quickly as it came, and he focused once more on attempting to slow his breaths to the point that his heartbeat would follow. The pain, however, was intense. It was annoying more than much else, the stubborn throb in his shoulder where it had been wrenched back into place, the cut along his forearm. He leaned back on the sofa, and shut his eyes. The mask was sticking to his face with sweat, stifling, uncomfortable. 

After Clint’s reply he had no real desire to remove it.

He hissed as the alcohol spread over his arm, and then tried to calm the struggle. His heartbeat picked up once more - quick, awful. He turned his head to glare at Clint, the expression useless save for the tension in his jaw. He was tempted to hit the other man; he tried to quash that feeling.

“Then what?” He muttered. “You fix me up and run? Don’t even stay for a beer?” He huffed, and looked back up at the ceiling. “Let me guess, you do this with the people you sleep with, too? It’s no wonder you’re single. Guess you don’t really make every shot, do you, bird butt?”

[hipholes]

cont. from here || @hawkbvtt

Kate lets out a small laugh as the image of her mentor trying to pull some contortionist stunts. “ Maybe in your younger days, but trust me, no one would want to see you even try that now. ” Glancing around the room, she tries to think of any other plan for them to escape yet almost anything seemed improbable. If she had some of her bomb-y pins, maybe, but sadly those were already gone. “ I’m just thinking there is a way to get out, but like I said... you’re not gonna like it.” Kate paused as her gaze dropped to the ground. “ Cause it means not both of us are probably gonna make it out. ”

[hipholes]

cont. from here  || @hawkbvtt

[ sms   →   hawkguy ]: alright maybe its not as cool as i thought. can’t blame a girl for trying though ;p [ sms   →   hawkguy ]: besides, your tired and / or hungover like 80 percent of the time. [ sms   →   hawkguy ]: anyways i need your help cause i want pizza but don’t want to eat alone. think you could help me out?

[auntlarb]

@hawkbvtt cont’d 

         his  head  POUNDING,   breath   not   coming   no   matter   how   hard   he   tries   and   he   hears   MAY,   of   all   people.   he   wants   to   say   YOU’RE   NOT   MY   MOM,   but   he   can’t   BREATHE,   let   alone   say   the   words   that   she   doesn’t   deserve   to   hear.    he   panics,   body   aching   as   he   struggles   to   get   up,   car  -  top   creaking   and   groaning   under   his   weight.    and   then   the   earth   is   rushing   up   to   meet   him   as   he   rolls   off   of   the   dented   car,   air   SMACKING   into   his   lungs   so   suddenly   he   screams   in   pain.

    “   i  -  i   -   i–  ”    words   don’t   come,   body   seizing   as   he   wretches,   last   nights   chinese   food   coming   up   to   paint   the   sidewalk   a   disgusting   color.    he   coughs,  spitting   up   excess   bile   and   BLOOD.

    his   body   shakes   as   he   leans   back   against   the   car   he’d   landed   on.    blue   eyes   fall   shut,   head   leaning   back.   “ ‘m   FINE–  ”   he   needs   a   hospital,   but   he’s   currently   two  -  hundred   thousand   dollars   deep   in   medical   debt   so   that   isn’t   an   option.

    “  y   -   you’re   the   one….   that   could’a   been   KILLED–  ”   having   275   pounds   of   archer   fall   from   six   stories   has   GOT   to   be   fatal,   after   all.    he   looks   up   at   her,   wincing   at   the   tacky   feeling   of   blood   drying   over   his   face,   hair,   and   arms.    “  five   feet   to   the   left   and   i’d’ve   made   a   MAY   PANCAKE.   jesus   peter   would’a   murdered   me–  ”   he   laughs   and   it   hurts,   everything   hurts,   but   laughing   hurt   the   most,   he   decided.    

     “   c  -   can   you   drive   me   home ??   i   swear   it’s   not   far.  ”

May had exclaimed a number of examples of explicit language when she heard someone collide with the car she had been walking past. She had jumped to the worst of conclusions, but when the person began to move and she saw their face, she was horrified. “Clint?!” she had cried, unsure of what to do in this situation. How was she going to get him down?! 

Well, he sorted that problem out on his own. She moved forward to help him, just in time for him to empty his stomach. Thank god she had raised a kid and had grown used to the smell of vomit, otherwise she might have puked herself. “You are not in good shape, buddy,” she told him, as if he needed to be told. “Don’t try and talk, just take deep breaths. Calm down, alright?” she said, thinking that was the first priority. Things would be made ten times harder if he passed out. 

“Oh, well then, I amend my earlier statement. You could have killed both of us, with whatever the hell you were doing,” she said, sympathy turning slightly to anger. How could he have been so stupid? 

“Home?” she asked. “Clint, you need proper medical attention. You need a hospital, not home.” 

[catdares]

@hawkbvtt continued from here

“You know what Barton, if it’s a box full of vibrators, I think it can just be all yours,” she said, looking down at the box. Full of vibrators. And it didn’t sound like they were in any packaging which meant used. Used vibrators. Did she want to go halfsies on a box of used vibrators? She most certainly did not. 

“All yours buddy, just make sure you disinfect before using.” 

[catdares]

hawkbvtt replied to your post “felicia looking at clint and trying to reconcile the man with his...”

i'm cryin i can't believe it either

all comic book guys like to complain about their shitty luck. and all comic book guys neglect the fact that almost every single one of them has hooked up with women way outside their league.