"...And that's my cue."
"I'll be in orbit somewhere."

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"...And that's my cue."
"I'll be in orbit somewhere."
iwillknowpeace replied to your post “(And on this momentous occasion, I’ve actually been involved in...”
((intense staring))
(-pushes towards skype-)
Shane hated that his father kept Clint possessed. As a Marksmanship god, to see such a talented marksman be held a slave like that just made him sick. So he just kind of frowned as he saw Clint approach. ''Does Pappa need something, Clint?''
iwillknowpeace replied to your post: (I did a thing to my relationships page.) (…I...
stares and patiently awaits the day Clint shows up on there.
we need to things more. yes things should happen other than Tony wanting to punch Clint's brains in for things.
Nouvelle Vague - Master And Servant (by themasterchris)
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"Agent Barton."
iwillknowpeace started following you
Ah... it's nice to see you Clint. [/David mumbles weakly while glancing around, clearly confused.]
Use me?
Use Me: my character will use yours for their own sexual pleasure.
(For the sake of argument, Loki is off somewhere else, and that’s all I’m saying to preface this. These are all more suggestive than anything.)
Tony was bored without Loki around. Loki, paranoid as he sometimes was, had ordered Clint to stay in the Tower, around Tony, to make sure the engineer did things like eat and sleep. Clint was watching TV while Tony worked on files for his company, until he got bored with that.
“Barton.”
“Yes, boss?”
Tony got up, set his computer down, walked over to where Clint was sitting, straddling him easily. “Tell you what, go to my bedroom, strip, and get on your hands and knees. And you’re not going to tell Loki about this, are we clear?”