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NERD

And she gives a short squeal, tottering forward on her heels before she remembers the usual fallout from a mission that makes headlines. Darcy’s hands rest gently against his arms as she makes a quick evaluation. “Wait, you’re okay right? No broken bones?”

He inhales sharply as though bracing  for it, but truly it is relieving as eyes  settle upon her frantic motions with  a muted chuckle before he reels a slight back in her hesitance. 

“No. Not this time.” 

       A worn spirit, perhaps, but he’s         not wasting time feeling sorry for himself.         Merely readjusting to the given situation. 

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NERD

“Can we give  up this game now? Because I want a hug. Yano ,  if   you’re   offering.”

He lingers for a moment before the smirk pulls toward his eyes, head inclining in some signifying way as arms open.

           “C’mere.” 

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NERD

“Ohhhh, no. I definitely missed    the    coffee.”

“Yeah? By the sound of it, I think you’re getting a little too used to SPOILING.

 —I could stop coming altogether.”

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“Nah, I didn’t miss ya,  that’s not what I’m about, Rogers.” Liar, liar, pants on fire.

 “S’that so?” 

“Seems as if my coffee runs have gone a little                                under-appreciated here.”

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The remark that is thrown in retaliation amuses more than it may have warned, but he still heeds it, hands briefly taken away from the bowls and held lowly in the air.

“Oh, no, that would just be rude of me.”

A brow quirks habitually as arms settle onto a fold as he continues to watch her set back to work, which in all is quite endearing though the supervision is cut off by her little dismissal with a small muttering of such obedience and so he departs, though eyes are still fixed upon her work until he reaches the oven and tugs it open in a creak. Things are running a bit behind from his judgement, but at this point he figures they’ll just make do.

“I didn’t know how long your cupcakes were gonna take so we might be eating some in the kitchen at this rate.”

intcrn

Oh, a smile there. Good. That’s good. But the slight inflection on his reply causes her gaze to swivel his way and a badly hidden smirk to take over the proceedings in general communication. Cupcakes were her bartering system at work, make no mistake, and more than once been a lure for him to take five and stop working so damn hard. Some call it bribery. She prefers to call it light persuasion.  But then her thoughts are torn from such as he directs her to the cabinet and she looks around for the correct one. Though, he’s already on the move by the time she can tell right from left - embarrassing in itself - and reaching for the handle as her own awkward reach falls back to her sides. Her mouth is pressed into a flat line because if she smiles that means he gets away with whatever this is that he’s trying to pull. Eyebrows shoot up in a mockery of passive dismissal as she takes a striped glass bowl from the stack and places it on the counter.

“Are we really trying it with the short jokes? Because if you wanna play, I can play. Just don’t call it quits when things get tough, though. I can be mean.”

Yeah, about as mean as a teletubby and he sure knows that. It shows anyway in the snorting little laugh she gives, nudging him lightly with her elbow by way of silly reprimand. And so she continues with her baking, sugar and eggs being whisked lightly in no time, Darcy humming to herself. It’s some pop song she heard on the radio at some point this week, she can’t quite remember. But  her voice jumps and wobbles with it and she continues on quite happily.

“Thank you, though, my friendly neighborhood kitchen navigator. You may return to your chicken.”

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      there’s no justice in the world                                                    (and there never was)

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“tell us about yourself”

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“Hey, it’s the thought that counts, right?” 

He has to tease her for that much. It’s ritualistic in a situation like this, even though it’s regarded with a light snort and quite pleased smirk behind the rim of his coffee cup. 

“But thank you. I had plenty celebration.”

Don’t get him started on that much. 

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“I am so SORRY. I had to work all weekend and I completely forgot and I am a terrible person.”

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:: behind the shield

yes hello I am still alive kind of. I might be back at this blog again. And I miiiiight be considering a JW verse because I'm weak sO

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          the ENEMIES are becoming STRONGER.         the BATTLES are becoming more INTENSE.    the sting of LOSS is becoming more PROMINENT. 

                         yet, here i stand.

      surviving               and fighting. 

                              ι'м ѕтιll нere.

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I had strings But now I’m free There are no strings on me

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He can wield the hammer; he can keep the Mind Stone.

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Natasha Romanoff - Avengers: Age of Ultron

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Imagine Clint lying next to Laura in their bed on the first night he can spend home since Sokovia, staring at the ceiling, whispering: He was just a kid.