nami64:

I’m sorry…  How she hated those words in his mouth. Everything was her fault: her sources double-crossed them and the simple meeting in a car park ended up in gunfight and -his- blood all over the ground, the mark disappearing with the briefcase.
But it was Clint. He has always felt responsible for her since the day he brought back an ex-KGB spy to the SHIELD and Fury said: “Fine, but she is under your responsibility Agent Barton.” Things have changed since then, except him.
She silently swore to rip the heart (and probably some other useless organs) out of this mark.

here the gif i wanted to post at first, but too big :/ (btw awfull english, sorry)

“Natasha,… how many agents?”
“Don’t. Don’t do that to yourself, Clint.”

You and I remember Budapest very differently.

Your world in the balance and you bargain for one man?

“You and I remember Budapest very differently.”


love is for children. I owe him a debt.

love is for children. I owe him a debt.

              Before I worked for SHIELD, I uh…well, I made a name for myself. I have a very specific skillset. I didn’t care who I used it for, or on. I got on SHIELD’s radar in a bad way. Agent Barton was sent to kill me, he made a different call.

wardolope:

likeastairmaster:

nonimaginaryfriend:

nami64:

“You and I remember Budapest very differently.” 

I have decided that I am going to write a story that is going to begin like this:

A mostly-reformed assassin and a former circus performer walk into a Hungarian bar. After fifty-seven minutes and two hundred dollars worth of property damage, they walk out again.
Three days later, the bar blows up. In their defense, this is mostly accidental.


#reblogging again for df’s fic #that she should really write

YES TO EVERYTHING HERE

WRITE IT, WRITE IT!

wardolope:

likeastairmaster:

nonimaginaryfriend:

nami64:

“You and I remember Budapest very differently.”

I have decided that I am going to write a story that is going to begin like this:

A mostly-reformed assassin and a former circus performer walk into a Hungarian bar. After fifty-seven minutes and two hundred dollars worth of property damage, they walk out again.

Three days later, the bar blows up. In their defense, this is mostly accidental.

#reblogging again for df’s fic #that she should really write

YES TO EVERYTHING HERE

WRITE IT, WRITE IT!

marielikestodraw:

“Budapest”
So I had many Clint/Natasha feels after the movie. Many, many of them.
So I started painting this, because of said feels and got carried away and hours and hours later, voila. I just… I want to build a whole new pre movie headcanon where they play spy, go on missions together, and collapse in bed at the end of the day, getting rid of the one billion weapons they’re carrying just to hold onto each other, quietly, skin to skin. So this what my mind came up with :)
Painted on photoshop. Not sure about some little details, but I’m just letting it go because of reasons. Hope you like it :)

This is so pretty I wanna die. And have it on my wall.

marielikestodraw:

“Budapest”

So I had many Clint/Natasha feels after the movie. Many, many of them.

So I started painting this, because of said feels and got carried away and hours and hours later, voila. I just… I want to build a whole new pre movie headcanon where they play spy, go on missions together, and collapse in bed at the end of the day, getting rid of the one billion weapons they’re carrying just to hold onto each other, quietly, skin to skin. So this what my mind came up with :)

Painted on photoshop. Not sure about some little details, but I’m just letting it go because of reasons. Hope you like it :)

This is so pretty I wanna die. And have it on my wall.