#startedthatyoung

[sciencewithashield]

[text: Bruce]- Is their any way you could come save me from this debriefing? [text: Bruce]- Emergency Appendicitis or something, please? [text: Bruce]- You'll be my hero

[text: Tasha]- I can make my eyes go a bit green if I have to. Works every time.[text: Tasha]- I'll be there soon.

[clintbxrton-a]

Raindrop

"Nat?" His brow furrowed in confusion at the soaking wet woman in front of him, but he moved aside so she could enter his apartment. "What's wrong?"

[vagabondcode]

And Then There Were 4 || Closed - startedthatyoung

spywitharedledger startedthatyoung:

Natasha  looked to him once the contraction was over, shooting him a weary smile. “I think that’s what it means. That or he’s just ready to get the out of there.” She told him. She then looked at his hand. “Do you think we’re going to make good parents?” The redhead asked him quietly. While she had never really expressed it a part of her was scared that she would be a bad mother.

"That too" He said with a soft chuckle before he blinked some at the question, and he took a moment to consider it as he held fast to her hand, "I think we will..." He said after a few beats of silence, "We're gonna make mistakes, but I think we will be good parents when it comes down to it..." He said softly as he leaned forwards, kissing her forehead gently. He had no doubt they'd make mistakes (and he was fairly sure he would make more than she would), but he had no doubt that everything would work out in the end.

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Empty Baby Shoes || Closed - startedthatyoung

spywitharedledger  startedthatyoung:

Natasha watched as Clint gave the bundle of blankets to Barney then left. Barney and Natasha then fought. Barney was not nearly as afraid of Natasha as Clint was so he was more than alright with telling her off for how she was acting. Once the fight was over he finally convinced her to hold the baby. He gave her the little boy then told the nurse before leaving to go find his brother.

Barney headed out to the parking lot and found Clint throwing up beside his car. He looked in to see the blood and shut the door. “How about we just take my car? Come on buddy you need a drink- maybe something to eat too.” He told his brother.

Clint nodded shakily, not even aware of what he was agreeing to. This all felt terribly surreal, like some sort of nightmare. He felt like he was simultaneously watching his body from above, but he was also far too aware of his body. He didn't like it, he didn't want it. He managed to slowly and shakily get to his feet as he leaned heavily against the car. His gaze didn't leave the ground as he followed Barney to his car, and he got in the passengers seat. He didn't bother to buckle in, just resting his hands clasped together on his lap as he stared at them.  He wanted to be angry, to be pissed of at something - anything, but he couldn't. He didn't have the energy. He barely even had the energy to keep breathing, and even that he considered giving up on, even if it was just a whisper in the back of his head. He'd never given up, not once, but did he really have it in himself to get back up so life could kick him down again?

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A Whole New Experience || closed - startedthatyoung

Clint Barton had faced all sorts of foes, and he liked to think he had done so quite well. While he was a “super hero” he was just a dude who used a bow and arrow. So yeah, he did well for himself. Not showing fear in the face of near certain death? Done. Jumping from buildings and hoping he’d either get caught or he’d find a way to slow his decent? Check.

But this was a whole new level.

It had been about three years since he had hurried Natasha to the hospital because she was in labor. Hours later they were rewarded with two infants, a boy they named Leo and a girl they named Elena. He had learnt more in the past three years than any other time in his life. He’d also experienced fear like never before when he realized he couldn’t understand what a sobbing infant wanted. Or when baby Leo ran a fever. Or when Elena had fell off the couch and knocked her head on the ground (thankfully she was okay, just a bump).

It was the summer before the toddlers would be enrolled in pre-school (they would be going to Hollingworth Preschool, it had been a whole avengers search for their school even if Clint and Natasha had never requested it) and the whole family was in the park. Lucky was relaxing on the blanket in the sun as Clint played pretend with the kids as Natasha got out what they had brought for lunch.

[keytoourevolution-blog]

"Just stay awake. Eyes on me."

startedthatyoung

Sean looked at her and tried to sit up. “I’m fine,” he smiled, looking at her and frowning, reaching up to touch her hair. 

"Hey, have you always had red hair?" he asked, "I mean, that clearly makes us ginger buddies."

[daststarlord]

✉ (Does Peter do morning after notes? This should be fun)

[note left on kitchen counter] Went out to get breakfast, I'm apparently a heathen for never trying a cronut (whatever the flark that is). See you eventually!

[i-didnt-ask-to-be-made]

Closed rp

startedthatyoung

Rocket accommodated his gun on his shoulder. In moments like those he wished they were smaller... muttering a curse under his breath he walked towards the nearest city. He didn't know where he was. His ship crushed and now he needed to get -steal, probably- some things if he ever wanted to get that wreck running away.