#wingedassassin

[bandaidsandbattlestaves-arc-blog]

[darcywho]

      Darcy didn't know why she was so surprised that Phil had been so agreeable. He'd always been reasonable before, so allowing her and the girls to use a training room so they could blow off some steam really wasn't a shock. Okay. So maybe it wasn't that Darcy was surprised by, rather just whom it was Coulson had informed her would be supervising.

     "Fancy meeting you here, Bird Brain," the brunette greeted, rocking back on her heels slightly. She wasn't dressed to work out--still in her jeans, t-shirt, and cable knit cardigan (dress code? What dress code?)--and she couldn't help but wonder how much Phil had actually told Clint, or if he'd ask her what the hell she was doing in civvies. 

[evelynphoenix-blog]

⊕ *cackles into the sun with you*

Send ⊕ for a pro/con list about our muses sleeping together.

PROS► It would either be incredibly tender or ridiculously raunchy► We agents really know how to make each other tick► I’m not clingy afterwards — huzzah!

CONS► Someone would definitely record it for blackmail purposes► My lack of experience might make things hella awkward► There may or may not be tears during/after

[darcywho]

"Long time no see, Barton." 

[agentsterling]

♫

Send me a ♫ and I’ll shuffle my playlist and make us a starter from my favorite lyrics of the song.

"I know that you’re broken and that it’s not easy… but I’ll stay up with you all night."

[darcywho]

ø [meant to send one of these earlier]

Send a ø for my muse’s reaction to yours taking a bullet for them.

      He knocks the wind out of her when he tackles her out of the way, and they both hit the ground hard. She's gasping for breath as he manages to roll himself off of her with a loud groan. Pushing herself up to her elbows, whatever quip is on her tongue dies the moment Darcy's eyes lock onto the blood streaming out of his shoulder.

     Clint's alive and conscious--and holy hell he shows up now?--but gunshot or no, Darcy still smacks his other unarmed shoulder.

    "What the hell, Barton!" she snaps. She's not angry at him, not really. She's pissed off that he would take a bullet for her (not that she would want to take it either, but beggars can't be choosers). "Jesus Christ! You're MIA for weeks and the second you show up you get shot?!" Boy is her voice shrill. "You don't get to do that! I don't care if people call you a superhero! There are enough people shooting at you, you don't put yourself in front of the ones shooting at me!"

[vehementguardian-blog]

"--I just finished dealing with a drugged agent who decided it was a great idea to run around naked in the medbay."

[vehementguardian-blog]

☾ ☼ ⊕ ☂

☾ : Sleep headcanon

While Ana wishes she'd get in more hours, she has difficulty falling asleep. The perks of the events of September. She doesn't always have night terrors anymore, but she has a hard time feeling comfortable anywhere.

☼ : Childhood headcanon

Ana learned to swear from her mother. Her dad was a bit better at covering up his language, but Ana can still remember the way her mom used to mumble and spit curses when she was in a bad mood.

⊕ : Talents/hobbies headcanon

While she isn't much of a fiction reader, Ana can sometimes be seen with a very new edition of a medical textbook. She used to pick up these books more often when she was barely starting out, but there's less time in the day for her to be studying new procedures and the like. Anyway, she only does research aspects now. More often than not, she'll be reading files.

☂ : food headcanon

Ana isn't too picky about what she eats, though she would rather have a slice of pizza than to go to McDonald's. Although she loves to stay in and cook, she can eat pizza for weeks without getting burned out.