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ain't none of my business what you do after hours....
Same Harold, same
pls dont jump me for not drawing clint's sleeves i was sleep deprived and forgot to do them
The Mascot
If Natasha were a fangirl, she'd have called Clint's eyes Cerulean-blue orbs.
But she's not a fangirl. She's a spy. So what she sees is fear. And insomnia. And a need for coffee.
So in the coffee goes, black and strong, with a little bit of sugar, and maybe a hint of cinnamon. Into the cup that says, Surely Not Everybody was Kung-fu Fighting?
Well, everybody usually is. But not now.
The cup slides across the table, and Clint's eyes ask, Why?
Because. She can see him wanting to tear his eyes out. She can see him looking for Loki in himself.
Clint takes a nice, long sip, and smiles.
It doesn't reach his eyes anymore.
Just saw a fanfic about Kevin McCallister and Clint Barton fighting bad guys together and at first I was like,
"Wow, what and insane world we like in"
But then I thought about for a second and realized,
"Kevin and Clint beating the shit out of criminals actually sounds really badass and I kind of want that crossover"
So I'd say that I've lost all sanity, yes.