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respectthegear replied to your post

LUCKY AYYYY

       <3 <3 <3 <3 

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Clint.

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respectthegear replied to your post: “Whenever I see you on my dash I'm always scared of you.”:

who can blame anon with your icon Kate

to be fair that is a good reason

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            Get down from there.

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respectthegear replied to your post: “žµ “So. Uh. Not sure if we've met before but you've got some lovely hair. Yeah. Nailed it.”:

➵ “Did you rebel against your father–––?”

                        “ i mean, i've tried to kill him a few times,                            but no more than the national average                            for a genocidal terrorist father.”

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respectthegear replied to your post: “00:00:00 #WhyNotHey”:

CACKLE SHE LIKE LEFT HAHAHA THIS IS A+

[ CAROL AIN'T GOT TIME FOR FATE'S SHIT XDD ]

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everyone can listen to this

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00:00:00 #WhyNotHey

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

        C lint Barton. She's heard a lot about him——hard not to, really. He's no Tony Stark or Steve Rogers, but his name gets around in her line of work. Mike Rossi, with his set of haunting zeros, stands next to her (she still remembers the moment they clicked down——the moment they met; he probably knows her timer's getting close to zero better than she does) and shows her a file on the ex-Carnie.

        “ Interview Room Three, ” he says, his voice sounding strangely somber.

        Carol walks into the room with a little smile, and before she can even introduce herself the entire room is echoing with the beeps of two timers counting down.

        “ Clint Barton, are you shitti—— ” she starts to say, exasperated with who fate has chosen for her.

        “ In the flesh, beautiful, ” he answers, but he hasn't even finished the sentence before she's walking away again.