Andrew Garfield’s superhero moment at Comic-Con..
Guys…someone finally did it! They dressed up in a shitty version of their character…AND THEN REVEALED THAT THEY ARE THAT CHARACTER! ITS FINALLY HAPPENED
((Words cannot express the feels I have right now.))
((Oh for fucksake you precious little shit. Let me love you <33333 ))
WHAT WHAT WHAT??????????
In VIVID FUCKING detail. If I am too embarrassed you win. But you won’t.
(afsad;faw;fe asdf a Oh man what am I doing)
“That’s… you need your arm straighter than that”
“Shut up Barton, any straighter and it’ll snap”
“Here, let me-” Clint said slipping behind Jo, nudging her arm up into a better position, before slipping his hands over hers where they held the bow. The position wasn’t the same that Clint would have used on his own, but Jo was righthanded, so she had to do it the other way round.
“There, lined up perfectly. Concentrate on the target, little more tension in the string..” he said, voice gradually dropping to almost a whisper as Clint really apprecieated how close together they were. Jo must have realised too, she was holding her breath.
“Breathe Jo. And…. now” he said. The arrow hit almost the centre of the target.
“Not bad for a rookie” he said, smirking at the look Jo gave him in response.
It had been a month. 31 days since Clint had gotten Jo back from the demons that had kidnapped her. The physical wounds were long since healed by Jo’s angel, but she was far from whole again. It hung heavily between them and she wouldn’t talk about it. Clint had given up trying to get her to. She’d keep getting this faraway, haunted look in her eyes. Her hands would sometimes shake, and he’d never seen her drink as much ever before. In the nights, she would sometimes thrash, head filled with nightmares. Clint once tried to soothe her, but the moment his hand touched her arm she flinched so hard the cheap motel bed creaked and murmered under her breath in a panicked tone. It hurt. It hurt that he couldn’t protect her, just like he’d failed to protect her when she was taken.
Clint wasn’t often lost for words, but right now he was. His head was spinning.
“I… when.. I mean how far gone are you? Do you want….” he couldn’t bring himself to say it, do you want to keep it? He wasn’t sure which answer was the right one anyway. Was this good news or not? He didn’t know if Jo’s expression was unreadable, or if he’d just lost the ability to read faces along with the ability to think and speak coherently. Clint needed a drink.
Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask and I’ll write a dirty drabble with our characters.
Leave a “Love Me” in my ask and I’ll write a fluffy drabble with our characters.
Leave a “Break Me” in my ask and I’ll write an angsty drabble with our characters.
Leave me a “I ship you with ___” in my ask and I’ll will write our characters kissing.
Leave me a “Marry Me” and I’ll write a drabble of my character proposing to yours.
Leave me a “I’m leaving” and I’ll write a drabble of my character’s reaction to you leaving them.
Leave me a “Baby” and I’ll write a drabble of my character telling you they’re pregnant.
Leave me a “Goodbye” and I’ll write a drabble of my character’s reaction to your death.
(Feel free to request multiples!)
((It’s been aaages, and I’m sorry to the threads and stuff I neglected. But I’m back now and ready. Woo only lost a few followers))
“I dislike being 5…”
Clint tried in vain not to laugh. The smile…
“are you going on anymore missions?” she grumbled sitting in front of him playing with some blocks
“Yeah I am. Got one next week in fact”