#thedeafassassin

[onlyknowwhaticando]

"So much blood... there's... so much..." (areyououtofyourvulcanmind)

“It- it’ll be OK,” Jim says, though he doesn’t really believe it.

[govthookercoulson]

blue

“I don’t talk about it, because it makes me seem unfit for duty… but when Fury tampered with my brain and my memories, he did more damage than he thought.” Phil rubbed his eyes with his living hand. “Sometimes I try to remember something and it’s like a box of partly burned articles and photographs. Nothing’s in order, pictures aren’t whole. I function fine, day to day, but basic things catch me.

Like looking up from my work and expecting you to be there, because you’re supposed to be there, because there’s a blank where that explanation should be, and I have to remind myself of why you aren’t. I have a list of people I do this for. Some are dead. Some were HYDRA. Some otherwise betrayed me. And then here’s you. You’re still alive, and not there, and I can’t ask you to be, but it rips a hole in my brain three or four times a week. And I can’t fix it.”

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[murdcrpup-a-blog]

"Shut Up! I'm taking care of you!"

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“I am not sick!” he squirmed around, attempting to escape the tight grip of the blanket that Clint had wrapped him in. “Fucking-- the hell did you do to me?!? Why can’t I get out of here?!?”

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[murdcrpup-a-blog]

“If you’d hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much!”

@thedeafassassin

“Goddammit, Clint! Stop tryin’ to torture me and I’ll stop squirming!” 

[murdcrpup-a-blog]

“I have made the decision to trust you.”

@thedeafassassin

“Uh... well, since it’s kinda forced since we’re on this mission together, I’m just gonna go ahead and nod and move on.” 

[murdcrpup-a-blog]

“I am a despicable human being!”

@thedeafassassin

“Yes, you are.” he replied from his spot on the floor, holding Lucky on his lap. “You stepped on Lucky’s foot, you monster!” he teased, laughing at the dog began to lick his face instead of whining about his poor hurt foot. 

[lxtrodectusism-archive-blog]

@thedeafassassin [x]

“Why would I not need to know that?”

[awidowedheart]

@thedeafassassin

Clint looked over at Natasha in amusement.  “Brushing up on your World War history?” He asked as he sipped his coffee, all curled up on the couch.

Flopping onto the couch next to him, Natasha rested her head against Clint’s shoulder. “I may have raided Stark’s liquor cabinet.” She giggled, honest to god giggled. Clearly the world was ending. “ --- ‘s been a rough day.”