SEND THREE LITTLE WORDS THAT WOULD MAKE MY MUSE CRY
(Source: i-didnt-know-cats-could-smile)
(Source: i-didnt-know-cats-could-smile)
“Did mischief man get hurt? and how so i can do it again later?!”
“Silence, Pathetic Mortal!” Loki hissed, emerald eyes flashing unpleasantly to match the sharp edge in his tone. “It matters not if I was injured, for in your state you would never be able to cause me harm. To think you could is a great and frankly preposterous falsehood.”
Darcy looked perplexed more then scared in the face of Loki…it seemed he was just as she was expecting him to be. A brother with an attitude that she could stop.
“umm ok first Ye Old English don’t need to be used here and second i tasered your brother after knowing him for all of 4 minuets. i think that’s got to be an Asguardian record or something! Besides i’m only human thus i am curious you are rather interesting in your jokes and i wonder what hinders you so much that you limp and for lack of a better term grunt in pain.”
Darcy took two steps back from loki since she was sure she saw a vain pop up in his forehead.”it was only a question. a friendly, innocent, no way I’d ever actually do it or be able to pull it off question! Keep your horny helmet on dude.”
“Did mischief man get hurt? and how so i can do it again later?!”
I think that we’re going to be very good friends.
I hope so.
“…Can one of you guys teach me something like that? i love my taser but when it runs out it’s really irritating…”
(Source: okdubu)
Not trying to be stern or anything, and I understand we are dealing with flawed heroes and heroic villains, but ‘tis in our Rules.
“You know that for truth she doesn’t?”
The corner of Clint’s mouth twitched in a brief smirk. He was one of few people who could read Natasha and even still he found himself struggling to do so every so often. Besides, this peppy kid was fun to mess with; he had the perfect poker face for such things.
“Well…” Darcy started, “She hasn’t thrown anything sharp and pointy or deadly my way for a while so i know for truth she doesn’t hate me that much anymore….and excuse me! How am i peppy? i’m mad at you right now!”
“She hasn’t thrown anything sharp, pointy, or deadly at you lately? Heck, kid, she must not like you at all. That’s how Natasha shows love, you see.”
He folded his arms over his chest and gave her a well-practiced look of pity.
“then she must LOVE Tony then with all the ‘attempts’ on his life latly, from within the tower i might add…ANYWAY getting off topic what do or did i do to make her hate, if we are concluding here that it IS her using my room as target practice, and how do i get her to stop? and again how am i peppy? i’m suppose to be mad!” Darcy’s indignation at Clint’s comments was growing with every sound he uttered.
However she moved forward and ordered a coffee for herself and Clint, paid and whipped back around to glare at him and pass his cup over, before spinning him around and pushing him into a seat then taking her own opposite him, all in surprisingly fast movements.
(Source: taserqueen)
“Now why on earth are you interested in me Mischief Man? I only teasered your brother once, you have more then likely done worse to him, possibly even before i was born!”
“Alright so that might be true but you’re the only one able to make a perfect shape out of arrows and the only other person it could possibly be who would touch your bow is Widow, and she doesn’t hate me THAT much!”
A vain in Darcy’s head was almost visible.
“You know that for truth she doesn’t?”
The corner of Clint’s mouth twitched in a brief smirk. He was one of few people who could read Natasha and even still he found himself struggling to do so every so often. Besides, this peppy kid was fun to mess with; he had the perfect poker face for such things.
“Well…” Darcy started, “She hasn’t thrown anything sharp and pointy or deadly my way for a while so i know for truth she doesn’t hate me that much anymore….and excuse me! How am i peppy? i’m mad at you right now!”
(Source: taserqueen)