#theartofsuffering

[adiffrentkindofclassy]

The Art

Me: I really want to Art~

Brain: Yay okay let's draw...

Me: No! Not that art

Brain: Okay, Let's paint...

Me: Not that art!

Brain: .....Writing?

Me: no

Brain: Okay Crocheting it is! Let's....

Me *angry whispers*: nooooooooooo, not...

Brain: Not that art! Okay fine then Suffer!!!!

Me:........hmm, yes this is good.

Brain: Bitch WTF?!?!??!!

[mightymarksman-blog]

'S there somethin' I can help ya with?

[bad-jew-jew]

theartofsuffering started following you

Uhhhh...if you're here about Barton, those hickeys he has were actually totally consensual.  If you don't believe me, ask him.

[magneticlegacy-archived-blog]

theartofsuffering, mr-deadp00l, mrs-deadp00l, snikt-snikt, justasorcerer

 This isn't a good time.

[pasteboardplayboy]

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Tony trusts Natasha. He considers her a friend, and would happily do something to help her out if she needed him to. That said, he's always very aware that she could likely kill him with her little finger-- Not that that will ever stop Tony from teasing her.

[shielddeputydirector]

theartofsuffering is on file

Maria speaks and reads nearly fluent Russian. She can not, however, stomach Tolstoy. 

[thenamesrogue]

☱

Where is Natasha? Ah with she was here. She was probably in Eastern Europe when Osborn took over, an’ now she’s stayin’ put. But we could use all the friends we’ve got. Steve and Tony are workin’ for Osborn, an’ everyone else is scattered. We can work together. Ah know there’s a way. An’ Ah know that way doesn’t mean we have to work for Osborn, but it also doesn’t mean we can’t work with him against Thanos. Please come back, Natasha. We can’t do this alone.

[diirectorstark-blog]

What would you do if you witnessed my character kill someone?

The world seems strangely silent as the man’s body falls. They two of them - spy and inventor - hold their breath, both hoping for a hint of life, movement from the civilians’s body. The pause stretches out, until Natasha slowly turns to the man beside her, encased in a suit of armor. “Tony,” she began, and then stopped; while she had managed to beat the guilt for all the lives she had taken, that wasn’t an experience she wanted any of her comrades to share. Her mind whirled through a hundred possible things she could say; finally settled on one after a long moment. “It was an accident,” she said, quiet, and she laid a hand on the metal protecting his shoulder, facing him squarely for a moment. “I’m sorry, Tony.”

She wouldn’t wish the guilt of taking an innocent life on anyone. Let alone a friend.

Tony took the faceplate off and simply stared at the lifeless body in front of them; one thing was having to kill the 'bad guys', someone who was trying to kill you and gave you no other choice, another was killing an innocent person. Someone who had nothing to do with what they were doing there.

Now the engineer just felt dirty, if you asked him he'd tell you his heart stopped beating. "Don't." His tone was low, barely above a whisper, and he looked back at Natasha with what was a completely expressionless face. "Don't do that-- don't say it."

And then he realized that this was going to go on top of the already incredibly heavy guilt he constantly felt for all the bad things he had done; making it even heavier. A constant reminder that he was not a hero. Not one of the good guys.