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example of a tall person being an asshole
I am going to hurt you.
You are going to hurt me.
But we will do it with practiced fingers and passionate mouths and I swear to god
it will be worth something.
i. he bites your lower lip hard enough to draw blood and it comes out, dark and primal. everything is agonisingly slow and still - sometimes you forget he’s a warrior and he can go like this all day long. ii. you’re in the cocoon of his wings and nowhere was it written that they were soft. they’re stiff and unyielding, they’re marble, and the edges of them are so sharp sometimes you get cut. you don’t tell him. iii. is this what it’s like to fall? three fingers deep and you’re at the edge. you want to be pushed over, want to see the blinding light, want to walk towards it with him. iv. you think of how, sometimes, he thrusts into you like feral, like animal, like redemption. you don’t have the heart to tell him he won’t find it here, don’t have the heart to tell him he’s damning you too.
FALLEN ANGEL, Venetta O. (via medeae)
FBI Files: C. Barton | Oneshot
"Hello, Mr. Barton. It's a pleasure to finally get to know you. Have a sit, please. My name's Dr. Rand and I'll be conducting your psychologic evaluation today."
So this is where ya decide if I'm crazy or not. It's where ya find out if one day Imma just lose my mind an' enter here with a fuckin' AK47 shootin' all y'all. Nice.
"Is that something you think about constantly, Mr. Barton?"
Aw, shit. Ya don't waste any time, huh, Doc. Do I ever think 'bout it? Yeah, like every motherfuckin' sane person in this Earth. Would I do it? Well, I'm not a fan of AK47s.
"I see. I heard you prefer... some non-traditional weapons. And that you have a spectacular aim."
You've heard right, an’ I hope the person you’ve heard this shit from is a hot blonde woman, otherwise it’ll just get weird.
"Ahem. Was that thanks to your military training with the army? You were deployed in Afghanistan in 2001, right?"
Yeah. Well, that certainly helped, but I grew up in the circus. Ya learn some crazy shit in the circus, Doc. Throwin' knives, swingin' swords, firin' an arrow, ridin' horses, playin' poker. How ta make 'em contortionists moan. Ever had one, huh? Lil' crazy bitches, more muscular than me, but damn, the things they do with those legs.
"...Fascinating. So back to your time in the army - tell me about the war."
What 'bout it? Ya get a brand new gun, some shiny new boots, an' they send ya somewhere sandy an' hot as motherfuckin' hell. Then ya shoot people an' whoever shoots more people wins. That's war.
"And did you shoot many people, Mr. Barton?"
No, I just threw my magic fuckin' shield 'round an' wore an american flag while other people did the dirty work. Course I did, it's fuckin' war. We don't sit 'round jerkin' off under the scaldin' hot sun all day.
"Do you have anything against Captain America?"
Yeah, his mere existence, his sense of fashion, you name it.
"I see. Tell me a little more about your particular experience, Mr. Barton. How would you describe war?"
Hell. War is Hell, Randy. But I'm pretty sure any hip rock song by people who were never there can tell you that.
"Rand. Dr. Rand. But what can you tell me about that, Mr. Barton? What can you tell me about Bagram?"
...Ya want me ta describe what happened in Bagram? That was all over the news, I'm pretty sure ya know what went down there. They were tortured, they were killed, we were not the good guys Fox News wanted y'all ta believe. Big fuckin' news.
"So you were present at the moment of... Habibullah’s and... Dilawar's deaths?"
Pretty damn sure that paper ya have there says I was.
"Tell me about it."
God, what is there to tell? They were chained ta the ceiling. Chained, like fuckin' meat in a refrigerator, like fuckin’ pigs. They were screaming the whole time. Fuckin' cryin', pleadin'. My fellow americans broke their legs so many times that by the end of it they were just like some boneless lumps of bloody meat, just, just hangin' there, covered in bruises an' shit, literal shit. People shit themselves when they die. An' it took hours. Fuckin' hours. But they kept on hittin' them. An' when they were both pretty fuckin' dead, fuckin' Sargeant Clines wanted to piss on the bodies, so he did. An' then others joined. He pissed right in their mouths, just hangin' there, open. Laughin’ like a horse. The smell of it-- that was Bagram. Like I said, Hell.
"...I see. Did you join them? Your fellow Americans."
It makes ya less human, yanno. The things ya see there. Ya fight so much ta survive that ya don't realize yer as dead as the bodies at the end of the day. We were all fuckin' dead.
“Like Sargeant Clines? He is very literally dead.”
Oh, what a loss. I might have ta cry myself ta sleep now.
"Do you still feel that way? Do you still feel like you're dead?"
What, is that some kind of diagnostic now? I know I'm alive, blood pumpin' an' all. But ya don't forget shit like that. Ya don't get ta forget Bagram, or Kabul, or Iraq. Ya don't get ta forget the shit we did.
"What were your thoughts when you first joined the army?"
What every stupid lil' white boy from the midwest thinks: that I wanted to serve my country, do some good, protect people. Be a motherfuckin' hero. How do they even let stupid lil' white boys from the midwest vote? We know shit.
"So you don't think you've became a hero? Some people would disagree and call all soldiers heroes of war."
Some people never actually been ta fuckin' war. They never had ta shoot no one in the face, never had ta go to sleep covered in brains 'cuz there ain't no fuckin' bathtub in the war. Plus I got no medals. No honors for me, Doc. But ya know that, I got a Less than Honorable Discharge an' Martial Court instead. Some big fuckin' hero I am.
"Well, it's the procedure when someone commits a war crime."
Like leavin' the army? I wasn't gonna be another dead boy all dried up under the desert sun. I wasn't gonna sit there an' fuckin' watch Bagram all over again, in every fuckin' city where we set our fuckin' dirty boots in.
"You know the consequences for killing your fellows americans should be a lot bigger."
An' yet, I'm not in jail. I'm sittin' here with an FBI goon tryin' ta find out if mom didn't hug me enough when I was a baby.
"This is not a joke, Mr. Barton."
Barney.
“Sorry?”
Call me Barney.
“Right. You do know the consequences of being left to the army’s devices now. You know what would happen if you were to go through Martial Court. What you did was pretty bad... Barney.”
An’ yet, here’s the american government, offerin’ to pardon it all just ta get a hold of my services. Y’all gotta choose, man. Are y’all morally horrified that I put a bullet between Cline’s eyes, or are y’all impressed? ‘Cuz this talk of consequences makes no sense when yer sittin’ there evaluatin’ me for a new job. Let’s cut the moral crap here.
“Right. The FBI would like to hire your services, Mr. Barton... Barney. And in exchange we would clear all charges against you.”
‘Course ya would. So what’s the catch? I get forgiven, I get a new job, what am I misssin’ here? Too good ta be true, Randy. What part of the fine print says I’m sellin’ my soul an’ agreein’ to be used as a test subject for death rays?
“It’s nothing of the sorts, Mr. Barton, though you are required to keep secrecy of everything you’ll see here. The kind of job we want to offer you is very specific and we need your special set of abilities. It involves government secrets, Mr. Barton, so you see why this is a very delicate matter.”
Riiiight. So y’all want me ta do the dirty work.
“Think of it as a way to actually protect your country, Mr. Barton, Barney.”
Yeah, ‘cuz I’ve never heard that one before. Sure, sign me in, Doc. But just answer me somethin’ real quick before we start: who’s gonna protect us from the country?
time to go home.
When the Wolf Comes Home | Oneshot
I'm going to get myself in fighting trim scope out every angle of unfair advantage I'm going to bribe the officials I'm going to kill all the judges it's going to take you people years to recover from all of the damage.
You breathe in--
and out.
You’re afraid you’ll forget how to breathe again.
The Soulsword in your hands has power – it travels up your arms, infiltrates your muscles and spreads across your chest, up and down to each nervous ending, from the tip of your fingers to the back of your knees. It goes down your spine and it makes the hair on your body stand up. It’s like pure electricity sizzling around you, lighting your bones on fire. The sound of rushing blood in your ears makes you feel alive, and you don’t remember when was the last time you’ve felt like this: like you could take on the world.
Like you’re powerful.
Domingo en fuego, I think I lost my halo, I don’t know where you are, You’ll have to come and find me, find me.
Even though we never said it to each other, we knew.
R.R (via nirvanaquotes)
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cap taught me fighting barney taught me hurting uh-oh, barney’s gonna-- barney’s gonna hurt.
Text | Barton Bros
Clint [unsent]: You can't do this to me you fucking
Clint [unsent]: Don't bother coming back you dick
Clint: Take care.
Clint: Stupid's the middle name.
Clint: Literally.
Clint: Bring me Satan's horn.
Barney: Will do.
Barney: Look at me, bein a hero
Barney: Who've thought, right?
Barney: How bad is it that Hell ain't the worst place I've ever been?
Text | Barton Bros
Barney: I know we're tecnically still fighting or somethin
Barney: yanno, the usual
Barney: But ya must have heard where I'm goin by now
Barney: An' if ya haven't, let's just say it will be a hell of a week
Barney: I'll be back soon
Barney: For real
Barney: Don't do anything specially stupid while I'm gone, baby brother
“I can’t do a round two either of waitin’ ‘round in ̲̅H̲̅є̲̅ℓ̲̅ℓ for a girl that’s never gonna be mine, Kebira.”
“Okay.. okay, first off, you’re not pinnin’ anymore, okay? I’m ̲у̲σ̲υ̲я̲ѕ, okay? “
“Ha. Ha, ok.” “Oк.“
¡Hello!
[deleted] No you… Are you Barney Barto– No, if he is I can’t let him know I know him. I need to– That’s not possible? Barney’s dead, Hydra told me Barney’s dead. It’s only his brother here? [/deleted]
Yeah, you seem so nice. If you’re not Barney the Dinosaur then, who are you?
[deleted] That was good, that wasn’t obvious. Could it be him? [/deleted]
I’m even nicer in person, doll. Former weaponry teacher, just back from one long vacation. Yourself?