Hawkeye

Don’t tempt me, Barton. You know I don’t deal well with temptation.

If you can't handle the heat, don't light the fire.

Which we all know that it did.

I always make sure it does.

"And they’re doing it in my office…again?"

"Tell me one thin diary... did his butt touch you again?"

I wouldn’t fight you if you did. Coulson migh be happy if we bone for old time’s sake. Give him something to write about in his diary other than SHIELD things.

"Dear Diary, they're at it again...?"

tokillabarbaramorse:

Nah. You’ve done weirder things to me.

I could do them again if you want.

#chat #bmorse #had to

Sounds lovely. We’ll see if you do. I bet you’ll have missed me so much that you will stare at me as I sleep.

Maybe. Would that freak you out?

Good Morning Sunshine || Bobbi And Clint

She had crashed after moving all her stuff into the spare bedroom. Hanging up her clothes had been a pain in the ass as well as putting everything in it’s proper place. Clint had helped but she had been afraid he’d come across one of his old shirts she hadn’t gotten rid of or a stray wedding photo she hadn’t concealed well enough. After tucking the incriminating evidence into her sock drawer she felt much safer. There was no need in him seeing the stuff and getting bent out of shape.

They said their good nights and went to their separate bedrooms. She wasn’t used to having a life with another person anymore, but she knew that she missed it. She missed waking up and Clint being there, she missed his presence, she missed his goofiness. Being there had brought all that back to her mind except this time she didn’t really have to miss him now. Bobbi had to wonder as her eyes grew heavy and she nestled into the covers and pillows how long they would last. At first they would always try, try to not be friends and deny their undying attraction that apparently could not be squelched by a divorce or distance. She knew that they would cave because it’s what they did. One second they would be fine and friendly and the next Clint’s hands would be running up her blouse and she would be tugging at his belt.

She slept peacefully through the night even though the place was still unfamiliar to her. She was exhausted from the years of moving from place to place. It had been a while since Bobbi had called a place home. It was easier to run away if you didn’t have somewhere permanent.

Bobbi didn’t want to get up, even if she did have a meeting with Phil bright and early. A rap on the door caused her to stir and pray apart her eyes. It was Clint. A tiny shock ran through her when she saw him standing there, she half expected him to be an apparition created by her sleep addled mind, but she then she remembered she was his roommate now. “I guess the five more minutes please won’t work, huh?” she said sitting up. “What do we have good to eat?”

#para #bmorse #good morning sunshine

He stood there awkwardly in the doorway, not knowing what he should do and how he should move from there. He'd been so sure when he'd gone out to get the both of them food for breakfast but now he didn't know if he'd over stepped some boundary by doing something that he thought was nice. Being away from her had been difficult, having her here was a strange sort of difficult that he didn't know how to cope with. What Clint wanted was to go to her in bed and wrap his arms around her, let her have the five more minutes but with him by her side, holding her. And he couldn't afford to think that way about her, because she was there with him and she needed a friend now more than ever.

"Sadly not. I figured you'd need time to wake up and get adjusted to being back on New York hours before you were called in to see our favourite new director." He chuckled a little bit. Should he have called Coulson that? Especially with the history they had with him? It was risky but it might break the ice to a point where he felt like he was not going to do something incredibly inappropriate like reach out and stroke down her hair. "All your favourites, from all the best places in town. I've been here a little while now so I've had a chance to check almost everywhere out, even though Tony swears I could just get someone here to cook for me."

"Wait here." He said, completely on a strange kind of impulse that he didn't quite understand himself. He wanted to do something nice for her, wanted to make her feel like this was her home just as much as his. Clint pottered about the kitchen for a little while, putting together a selection of everything she once liked with coffee and juice on a tray so that he could take it back and give it to her without making her move. A pang in his chest reminded him that these were the kind of things that he should have done back when they were together, but he chose to push it down. Instead, he walked back into the room and held the tray out to her.

"I guess it's everything you used to like now, so don't feel bad if you don't want something."

Will you let me sleep?

For a few days.

leopold--leo--fitz-deactivated2

Feelin' A Bit Peckish

leopold--leo--fitz-deactivated2

Right… don’t take this tha wrong way, but I don’t exactly get your humor. Doesn’t mean it’s bad- when it’s explained ta me it’s actually quite good; I jus’ need an explanation.

If he asks, I’m pinnin’ this all on you.