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papafury asked—
"Wait, that was it?" (Bad Line meme)

youllhavetokillme:

papafury:

youllhavetokillme:

Tony gapes for a second, still out of breath.  When it entirely registers, Tony starts slamming his fist into Nick’s upper arm.

"You little-!" Tony half squawks in indignation, "you’ve been gone for a month, okay?!  Excuse me if I’m a little- you-!”

He thought for a moment, wondering if he would give in or just be a tease.

'I haven't teased him in a while. Why not give it a shot now?'

"I don’t know… Maybe. You said it yourself that you’re a bit off since I’ve been gone for some time. We probably shouldn’t push it too much for now.”

"Fine," Tony shrugs, as if he doesn’t care, arching his back, causing his muscles to clench around Nick, though it’s not the most comfortable feeling, "whatever you say, Nick."

"Oh, come now. You can do a better job at showing no interest to me than that. Put a little more effort into it." he smirked, hoping to get a real reaction.

papafury asked—

thegreatestmarksman:

papafury:

thegreatestmarksman:

thegreatestmarksman:

“I’m bleeding out.”

Clint grimaced, but slowly pulled his shirt off, wincing when fabric brushed over his wound before he put his shirt in his lap. He was taking care not to get blood on Fury’s floor because she asked him too. “I didn’t know we were going this fast, gotta warn a guy.” The archer teased softly.

"If I were you, I wouldn’t joke around with the person that has the power to make your wound more severe than it already is…"

Gathering the supplies in her arms, Fury turned around to face Clint. She hesitated for a moment, not realizing how much blood he had lost.

I need to move quick or else he’ll end up dying in my kitchen.' She took in a small breath before walking over to him, kneeling down towards his abdomen, cleaning and stitching the wound as quickly yet gently as she could.

"There we go… That should hold you for a while." Wiping off the remainder of the blood, Fury glanced over to Clint. "Mind telling me how you got this?"

Clint grinned as best as he could at Fury, not really having the strength to say anything more.

He whined a little when she started cleaning it, since that always hurt more then the actual stitching, He was the one that usually complained to no end when people were patching him up, but now he was just slumped in the chair feeling really tired. Too tired to even open his mouth to say something.

The archer shrugged when Fury addressed him again, looking a little sheepish. “Might have gone looking for trouble and found it.” He said simply.

"Well that’s just stupid. Even for you.” she said as she took once last glance at her stitch work before getting up and putting away the supplies. Once everything was packed away, Fury turned around as she leaned against the counter top, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"From the looks of it, your wound won’t be fully healed for about a week and a half. That is, if you don’t do anything rash within that time limit. Until then I will be doing daily maintenance on it until you can do it on your own… " *sighs* "Did you at least finish them off?"

papafury asked—

thegreatestmarksman:

papafury:

thegreatestmarksman:

papafury:

thegreatestmarksman:

“I’m bleeding out.”

"Try not to leave traces of blood along the floor. I just mopped the place. Just, find some place to sit while I go get my med kit." Fury said as she gestured Clint to come inside her condo.

"You’re so kind to me." Clint said quietly, not sure if he could even raise his voice above a loud whisper. He staggered in, sitting at a chair in her kitchen as he held his wound, trying to keep pressure on it but it was still bleeding furiously.

A few minutes had passed by before Fury came back with a med kit. Turning on the kitchen light, she placed the kit onto the counter top.

"You think that you can take off your shirt for me?" she asked, taking out the supplies she needed for the wound.

Clint grimaced, but slowly pulled his shirt off, wincing when fabric brushed over his wound before he put his shirt in his lap. He was taking care not to get blood on Fury’s floor because she asked him too. “I didn’t know we were going this fast, gotta warn a guy.” The archer teased softly.

"If I were you, I wouldn’t joke around with the person that has the power to make your wound more severe than it already is…"

Gathering the supplies in her arms, Fury turned around to face Clint. She hesitated for a moment, not realizing how much blood he had lost.

I need to move quick or else he’ll end up dying in my kitchen.' She took in a small breath before walking over to him, kneeling down towards his abdomen, cleaning and stitching the wound as quickly yet gently as she could.

"There we go… That should hold you for a while." Wiping off the remainder of the blood, Fury glanced over to Clint. "Mind telling me how you got this?"

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papafury:

thegreatestmarksman:

papafury:

Fury rolled her eye, annoyed by his cockiness.

'This better have not been a mistake.' she thought.

It was now nine in the evening when Fury knocked against Clint’s office door. “Are you ready to get this over with?”

Clint opened…

"Thanks…" she said quietly, noting his compliment. "Maybe you should borrow something from Coulson. A jacket maybe? Here, take this and go get something to wear." she said as she rummaged through her handbag, handing Clint an access card to Phil’s office.

"Meet me in the front of the building once you’re done. I’ll have a car outside waiting for us. So don’t take too long, or I’ll leave without you." Then, turning around in the opposite direction, Fury left Clint to go wait out front.

It’s still not too late to turn back now… So why am I still going through with it?' she thought.

papafury asked—

thegreatestmarksman:

papafury:

thegreatestmarksman:

“I’m bleeding out.”

"Try not to leave traces of blood along the floor. I just mopped the place. Just, find some place to sit while I go get my med kit." Fury said as she gestured Clint to come inside her condo.

"You’re so kind to me." Clint said quietly, not sure if he could even raise his voice above a loud whisper. He staggered in, sitting at a chair in her kitchen as he held his wound, trying to keep pressure on it but it was still bleeding furiously.

A few minutes had passed by before Fury came back with a med kit. Turning on the kitchen light, she placed the kit onto the counter top.

"You think that you can take off your shirt for me?" she asked, taking out the supplies she needed for the wound.

I don't know about anybody else, but I'd be damned honored to RP with your Fury.

brave-escape:

why is your dog tall enough to be in the nba

(Source: tastefullyoffensive, via caesarzeppelli)

thegreatestmarksman:

papafury:

Fury rolled her eye, annoyed by his cockiness.

'This better have not been a mistake.' she thought.

It was now nine in the evening when Fury knocked against Clint’s office door. “Are you ready to get this over with?”

Clint opened the door, smiling. He had changed just a little bit. He had put on a tighter shirt and khakis. He always had a change of clothes in his office for these reasons. “I don’t know why you say that like a bad thing.”

"Of course she would use red. Typical." she mumbled under her breath, examining the polish Natasha had put on her earlier. Looking up she noticed Clint, suddenly realizing that she was overdressed for the occasion.

"God dammit. I told Romanoff wearing this dress was a bad idea. I look like a fool…"