Natasha: My Head Hurts

Natasha: My head hurts

Yelena: That's your brain trying to comprehend it's own stupidity

Mj wouldn't wear a garter belt at her wedding... It'd be a black strip with a knife strapped to it.

Steve: footprints in the sand

Steve: then you turn around and you see another pair

Steve: because Jesus was with you all along

Bucky:

Bucky: My names Bucky-

Hiya, I was wondering if you could do 17 from the kissing list with Clint and Natasha? I'm not sure if you take clintasha requests but if you do thank you! Take all the time you need 💕

I actually take requests for pretty much anything. They don’t even have to involve Natasha.

17. Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys

*Clint and Natasha were on a mission. They’d been tailing the enemy for an hour, and he was starting to get suspicious. Clint did the first thing that came to mind and kissed her.*

Natasha: *whispering* What are you doing?

Clint: *also whispering* Keeping our covers from being blown! You’re welcome. 

Natasha: We could have done any number of things to throw him off of our trail. Why did you kiss me? 

Clint: I panicked, okay? I did the first thing that came to mind.

Natasha: The first thing that came into your mind was to kiss me?

Clint: Well, yeah. That’s the first thing that comes into my mind anytime I see you. Honestly, it was long overdue. 

Natasha: I think he’s still suspicious, we better kiss again. 

*Natasha kissed Clint again.*

Natasha: In fact, I have a feeling he’ll be suspicious of us a lot in the future.

Some Wanda and Vision doodles because WANDAVISION!!!

Spideychelle WIP

She was on her feet, yelling, the controlled, polite speech lost in her bursting anguish for freedom. "Everything is for my own good. Everything! But you aren't telling me the truth. You know why you don't want me to go on this trip? Because of Peter, you just don't like him." 

She sucked In her breath, almost sobbing, shocked at herself and yet glad. Her mother had a disapproving look, the Jones family were a happy family, but these days a strange restlessness had come into it.

"No," Michelle's mother admitted. "I don't think Peter is good for you. I don't like your association with him."

Michelle took a breath, all her heart and soul pouring into the next words, "I love Peter, he's my best friend!" And possibly more than that to her.

"His parents are dead," her mother said quietly. "And he lives with his aunt, doesn't he? His uncle is dead as well-"

"His past has nothing to do with how amazing he is!" Michelle cried, pain laced in her voice. "He had nothing to do with the death of his parents, it isn't like he killed them! Why can't you see there isn't anything wrong with-"

"We won't discuss it further." Her mother's voice was now like steel. She stood up. She hesitated, pitying her daughter, and tried to soften it with logic. "Remember, Michelle, every time we've disagreed, it turned out I knew what I was talking about."

But she didn't listen any longer. Michelle turned towards the door and blindly ran to Peter's house, she didn't care what her mother thought, Peter and Ned were her only friends and she wasn't leaving them.