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itselizarogers:

Eliza laughed softly. “What are you looking at me like that for?” she asked. “It’s like you think I just robbed a bank, or something. Talk about a Grumpy Cat face, Uncle Clint.”

Undetected. The suspicion was lifted as he strained to hear, partially relying on her lip movements. “That's part of the attire. Happens with all suits. Wardrobe malfuction or something.” His brows furrowed, “aren’t all cats grumpy?”

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hope you know your daughter is making light of curing cancer just because she doesn't want to go to self-defense class.

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What was this music? Clint pursed his lips, glancing around while he played it cool, making out like he was scratching stubble by his earlobe and subtly turning his hearing aid down. He caught someones eye and stared suspiciously at them, waiting.

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Clint patted at his pockets, frowning when he didn’t immediately find what he was looking for, then patting some more, growing increasingly more worried. He turned to see if it had fallen somewhere-- and saw his son running through the crowd. He spotted the phone easily and began to walk after him. After Anakin had stopped another student, Clint caught up and tapped him on the shoulder, waiting for him to turn before signing. [’That’s my work phone.’]

❛hey!❜ anakin called out, following the person through the crowd. ❛i promise i’m not being creepy. you just, i think, you dropped your phone.❜ the blonde paused, holding up said phone, hoping he’d followed the right persons.

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With a confident smirk he did as instructed, showing off a little. He was going to milk it for all it was worth, maybe he could ask for a photocopy of the sketch? Gift it to Bobbi, maybe even mention it to Nat. “So... you don’t have drawing related powers, do you? This wasn’t how I imagined ending up with an evil twin.”

callie kept her usually calm default expression, despite the fact that the instructor’s response had flustered her a bit. “just how you were–lean against the desk a little more,” she directed, sitting back down and looking at the sketchpad, then back up at clint one more time before she started to draw, quickly doing detail work on little things–the texture of his hair, the curve of his knuckles, and that obnoxiously confident smile.

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Can I just say that one thing I love about this roleplay is how normalised ASL is and frequently used with a lot of characters knowing about it? So good, bless you all <3

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zanderlebeau:

“Sometimes people offer things because they feel they should.” He signed, with a small shrug, before looking back at him sharply. “Your fingernails? That sounds like an interesting story.” 

“I agreed to teach here, I’m doing my job. If you ever end up working for the big guys you’ll get used to doing what you’re supposed to do.” Clint explained, sure he complained a lot, but when he applied himself to the job he was efficient. “One that you may get to hear if you agree.” Clint waited to catch Zander’s eyes, signing; [’You in?’]

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Clint thanked his hearing aids for working, otherwise he wouldn’t have caught the ego boost he just heard. He swivelled and sauntered his way back, grinning. “Where do you want me?” He asked, switching poses. Oh yeah, he was eating this up.

“hey,” callie said, approaching her newfound muse, who she had been sketching for the past few minutes. “i’ve been working on a sketch. can you just..go back and keep doing what you were doing for like, sixty more seconds?”

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zanderlebeau:

“Wait, really? Because as cool as that sounds, I wouldn’t want to be that person who bothers everyone.” 

“I wouldn’t offer if it bothered me too much.” Clint shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. “You're always gonna have something on you, may as well teach you to use it. Used my own fingernails when I was out of arrows, once.”

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notatrophy:

“ No, come in. ” Pepper gestured towards herself, despite her busy schedule Pepper still always left room for interaction. She figured if she wasn’t making sure she was talking to people, she’d turn into a hermit and Pepper wouldn’t be a good hermit. “ I actually ordered too much, so if you wanna help yourself, I would appreciate it. ” Pepper offered up a takeout container with a friendly smile, “ What can I do you for, Clint? ”

If he hadn’t read her lips, the gesture was enough of a cue to enter. He made himself comfortable, pulling up a chair and helping himself to her takeout while attempting to maintain view of her lips for communication. “Exams, first time I’ve had to prep kids for ‘em.” He mentioned after a few bites, swallowing and gesturing with the plastic fork. “I have no idea where to start here.”

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zanderlebeau:

“A little of both I think. I find them interesting in theory, and watching others is always impressive, it just feels odd when I have to actually do it. If that.. makes any sense.” 

“It probably feels weird because you’re not in a life or death situation. When it comes to fighting for your life, nothing feels odd. Survival instinct and all. Tell you what, I can teach you how to use anything as a weapon if you need to. ‘Least until you find your rhythm.” 

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bambampow:

“Oh no, no! They love it! I reckon perfume yourself with wet dog smell and the ladies will come running.”

“It just breaks my heart when you play me like that, Masha. Did the guy actually do anything to warrant your wrath?”

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My boss, who is a grown woman with children my age, just whispered, “Oh, this is going to be so fucking efficient,” before spraying Febreze directly into the ceiling fan and proceeding to cough her guts out when it blew back in her face.

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rules: pick songs that start with the letter it’s associated with. the songs don’t have to have a deep meaning for your character or even remind you of them, it’s just for fun!

C. cry to me // solomon burke L. live to tell the tale // passion pit I. i was here // beyonce N. no strings on me (ultron’s theme) // avengers: age of ultron T. the greatest man that ever lived // weezer O. oh, pretty woman // roy orbison N. nonsense // madeon (ft. mark foster)

F. fame // david bowie R. raise hell // brandi carlile A. army dreamers // kate bush N. new blood // zayde wolf C. collar full // panic! at the disco I. i fought the law // the clash S. shake it off cover // vintage motown (ft. von smith)

B. bad boy good man // tape five (ft. henrik wagner) A. all i ask // adele R. running in the 90′s // initial d T. these boots are made for walkin’ // nancy sinatra O. once in a lifetime // talking heads N. nothing’s gonna stop us now // starship

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Clint Barton would take 10 bullets and keep shooting until he finished a mission but if he got a paper cut he would probably complain about it for 3 hours to Natasha

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zanderlebeau:

“Not a serious go, mostly just enough to get by. I was never the best in any class involving weapons.” 

“Is that from a lack of interest, or are you having trouble with them in general?” Clint probed.

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“Is this a bad time?” Clint gestured to the food on her desk, shoving his hand back in his pockets. Regardless of the friendly face, food time was sacred, he could come back later, or at least tell her that and forget to. 

The redhead had ordered in this time around, she had a lot of test prep to do and forms to go over for SI. As the closing of the year begins to approach, Pepper makes it her goal to create a comprehensive and skillful exam. She doesn’t want to break the kids’ brains or cause unnecessary tests, but she also isn’t planning on it being a cake walk. Her food came at the perfect time and it being Pepper, she always orders more than she could eat. It was a habit she was trying to break, but she couldn’t lie. She liked leftovers. Her gaze moves before her test creation and the tablet in front of her where she’s running through her SI workload. Her emails as full as always and as she scooped another bit of noodles into her mouth, she realized just how good take out could be and just how much work she had piled on.

A sound causes her to look away from her organized mess and meet it with a soft gaze, she probably shouldn’t indulge distractions, but this work will be there tomorrow and the next day, and the next day, and the next day. She searches for the source of the entrance and offers a small smile when she finally meets it.