The Avengers Sentence Starters

Doors open from both sides. An ant has no quarrel with a boot. Freedom is life’s great lie. If you accept that in your heart, you’ll know peace. As of right now, we are at war. For a man who’s supposed to avoid stress you’ve picked a hell of a place to stay. Are you here to kill me, (…)? Because that’s not going to work out fine for everyone. We’re facing a potential global catastrophe. What does (…) want me to do with it? Swallow it? You’re dealing with forces you can’t control. War isn’t won by sentiment. The world has gotten even stranger than you already know. It’s an honour to meet you, officially. I watched you while you were sleeping. It’s the unspoken truth of humanity that you crave subjugation. I’m not overly fond of what follows. You think yourself above them? I’ve seen worlds you never heard about! I have grown in my exile. You give up this poisonous dream! Doth mother know you weareth her drapes? You talk about peace and you kill because it’s fun! I only packed a toothbrush. I think (…) is trying to wind us up. There’s not many people who can sneak up on me. Love is for children. Regimes fall every day, I tend not to weep for that. This is my bargain, you mewling quim! You speak of control, yet you create chaos. The only thing you really fight for is yourself. You may not be a threat, but you may want to stop pretending to be a hero. Are you ever not going to fall for that? This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for. Uh, actually, I’m planning to threaten you. There’s no version of this where you come out on top. Seeing, still working on believing. Do you think this madness will stop with your rule? I don’t see how that’s a party. Now might be a really good time for you to get angry. It’s not your fault. You didn’t know what you were doing. Please tell me nobody just kissed me. There’s a shawarma place two blocks from here. I don’t know what it is, but I want to try it. If we get into a situation like this again, what happens then?

morning after starters

“  last night was nice.  ” “  lets do this again some time.  ” “  i’ll leave my number.  ” “  i gotta go, sorry.  ” “  can’t you at least stay for breakfast?  ” “  i’ll make coffee—don’t go anywhere.  ” “  next time, maybe i’ll buy you dinner first.  ” “  if we do this again you better buy me dinner first.  ” “  i don’t think my legs work again yet.  ” “  i don’t wanna get up.  ” “  no don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers.  ” “  there’s no way i can hide these marks…  ” “  this was probably a mistake.  ” “  this can’t happen again.  ” “  you always say that, and yet we wind up right back here.  ” “  are you watching me sleep?  ” “  you look cute all frazzled like this.  ” “  why are you looking at me like that?  ” “  keep kissing me like that and we’re gonna end up back in bed.  ” “  something wrong? ” “  i’d stay if i could, i promise.  ” “  so if i put my number in your phone, you actually gonna text me? ” “  i made breakfast.  ” “  how do you take your coffee?  ” “  fuck! i’m late—  ” “  did you turn the alarm off?  ” “  if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m gonna throw it out the window.  ” “  i can’t find my shirt.  ” “  babe, we slept in.  ” “  i know you’re awake.  ” “  i’ll stay.  ” “  why don’t you stay?  ” “  i like waking up with you.  ” “  i like having you here at night.  ” “  you know, if you moved in we wouldn’t keep having to say goodbye like this.  ” “  so when are we gonna actually go on a real date?  ” “  do i smell bacon?  ” “  you made pancakes?  ” “  come on, come back to bed.  ” “  you weren’t there when i woke up.  ” “  i thought you left.  ” “  do you want me to go?  ” “  just let me sleep for five more minutes.  ” “  you’re really beautiful/handsome. even if you drool.  ” “  you talk in your sleep, ya know.  ”  

ACTIONS:  1. for one muse to surprise the other with breakfast in bed 2. for our muses to go another round in the morning 3. for your muse to join mine in the shower while getting ready for the day 4. for one muse to stop the other from trying to sneak away 5. for one muse to invite the other to spend the rest of the day with them  6. for one muse to convince the other to stay in bed the rest of the day 7. for our muses to have sex in the kitchen instead of finishing breakfast 8. for our muses to spoon 9. for one muse to wake up with morning wood  10. for one muse to wake the other up with oral  11. for lazy morning sex  12. for one muse to wake the other because they’re having a nightmare  13. for one muse to distract the other from getting ready by kissing/groping them 14. for one muse to kick the other out of their home  15. for our muses to wake with no recollection of the night before  

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.  (𝐏𝐓. 𝟏)

bxdapcst​:

“The hell I can’t, I like how much it confuses people.” He chuckled, that was the thing about the comment, there were only four people that knew about everything that happened in Budapest so constantly bringing it up was amusing. “I know I’m not, never am.” He tried to hold a straight face as he snorted at his own comment.

Slipping his hearing aids on he adjusted the dials to get the volume level right, the mundane sounds of the room coming alive.

“Or we can lay here, order food and ignore everything we’re supposed to do.” It’s not often he breaks the routine, it’s so deeply ingrained at this point but he thinks they’ve worked hard enough to warrant a break even if it was only for the day.

“Buttt a break in the cuddling for some coffee,.. that, that should happen soon.” He winked

“idiot,” tash scoffed under her breath, though she had to admit she enjoyed being in on the long-running inside joke. hell, stark had offered to pay her to reveal what had really happened, but she enjoyed listening to the team’s increasingly-wild conspiracy theories too much to take a bribe.

“why am i not surprised you’d choose coffee over me?” she grumbled teasingly, “but that’s a very good argument for moving into this room permanently. you won’t have to walk as far for your morning coffee, and it’s less sad than having a coffee machine on your nightstand.”

“you can make me a cup while you’re getting up to make yours, though,” nat winked, “that way only one of us has to get cold, and it was obviously never going to be me.”

bxdapcst​:

Despite the reality of their current situation, of the unknown when it comes to whether he’s going to get through all of it he manages the slightest bit of a smile around the tube, shaking his head. Please, take pity. Of course he usually hated the pity but to see her in the purple dress he’d use the pity to his advantage. It had been hanging in their closet for months now and there was nothing more that he wanted to see her in than the sleek purple dress.

I’ll even wear a three piece. He tried to make the conversation as normal as he could, ignore the machines very literally keeping him alive, try to hide the fear that was now so deeply settled.

that hint of a smile nearly brought tasha to tears again, she hadn’t realised just how much she’d missed that over the time he’d been in medical.

“a three piece? should i be buying a ring?” nat raised an eyebrow at him, grinning at the prospect of clint wearing something other than that purple hoodie for once in his life.

“okay, so if you can’t do date night, i’ll bring date night to you. give me like, 10 minutes, okay?” tasha smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead — endotrachael tubes were nothing if not inconvenient. it was unbelievably cliché, she knew that, but anything that broke up the monotony of the same four walls for him was worth it, especially if it involved said purple dress.

bxdapcst​:

She settled next to him, leaning slightly against his shoulder. “Your back, your kneecaps, whatever I decide really,” she teased, bumping her knee against his leg absentmindedly. Not that she really meant it - and even if she had, she doubted she’d really have the chance to do anything against him. 

And yet she still trusted him to a fault. She knew he wouldn’t harm her either. 

“I have been trying,” she pointed out, looking up at him, able to see better than she had across the fire. “I simply just can’t turn my mind off tonight.”

“i won’t worry too much, considering you’ll be too sleep deprived to do much damage,” nate just rolled amber eyes at his partner, the sarcasm in his voice dry as ever.

“of course, facing you on a full night’s sleep would be an entirely different story,” he added, a rare half-smile on his face as he turned to look at her. “give me a striga any day,” he was teasing, that’s what he gets for getting too comfortable with his partner, he practically scoffed at himself.

“more liquor? that usually does the trick,” he’d barely noticed, but he hadn’t shifted his leg away, it was still resting against sarah’s knee. was that the first time he hadn’t flinched away instinctively?

bxdapcst​:

His free hand comes up to rub the sleep from his eyes before he follows her words and nods in agreement himself. “Don’t think either of us has slept like that since… what.. Budapest?”

He can’t help but chuckle as she nudges him in the ribs and rest so comfortably in his arms. “Really? You’d think with muscles like these I’d be as soft as a rock against your head.” He absentmindedly reached around her, pushing his chest slightly closer to her to grab his hearing aids, his arm still wrapped around her as though he never wants to let go.

It’s these moments that get him through the otherwise chaotic mess of their lives, the moments when bullets are flying past his body within inches of landing, when they aren’t trying to avoid nightmares or paperwork, when they can just be themselves and not care about anything other than each other.

“you can’t compare everything that happens in your life to budapest, you know?” nat rolled her eyes, “but, you’re not wrong.”

“talking of your rippling muscles, we should probably be in the gym by now,” tasha just groaned at the prospect of leaving the warmth of his arms and dragging herself up for a sparring session — surely it could wait for today at least. as he reached over for his hearing aids she smiled, leaning into him a little more and settling against his chest again when he laid back down.

the perks of having their own quarters were that the rest of the team were far less likely to wander in and disrupt their morning — though it had been known to happen when they ran out of coffee in their living rooms. clint barton never ran out of coffee, it made up a solid 85% of his diet.

bxdapcst​:

Clint was usually a master at hiding the pain he was truly in, able to mask it with an ease that for most would likely be unsettling but for him it was just a way of life.Of course more than anyone else he’d find himself injured after all he had an innate ability to attract the baddies to his location. But this was different, he couldn’t hide the pain, tuck the fear into a corner, he was vulnerable in more than one sense of the word.

He manages the lowest of groans, throat vibrating around the tube as he looks at her with as much of an exasperated expression he can manage. He’d seen the dress in her closet, had practically been begging her to wear it, to finally see just how stunning she’d be within it. That’s not fair. He signed in response. Assholes had to ruin it. He spoke of course to the reason he was laid up in the bed.

Wear purple more often and I’ll consider it . Despite the pain, the confusion, the fact that he wasn’t even sure if he’d even be leaving the bed the teasing brings his usual self out. He loves when she wears purple even when it’s the hoodie she’d stolen from him ages ago.

“ask me nicely enough and i’ll try it on for you,” tasha grinned, barely concealing a laugh at the disappointment on his face. she’d refused to wear the dress for the longest time, rolling her eyes at the way everything had to colour coordinate with him, but once she’d tried it on, she figured she could cope with it for his sake.

“deal,” nat smiled, squeezing his forearm gently. despite his teasing, she could tell he was tired, scared even, that was an emotion she barely recognised on his features. clint barton was never scared, he was always the laid back one even in situations he should be terrified of, but this was different.

Here are some tropes I wouldn’t even let you pry from my cold dead hands:

-Fake Dating

-ANY AND EVERY FORM OF SOULMATE AU

-arranged marriages

-vegas weddings/ accidental marriages (getting married under the influence)

-secret pen pals (they don’t know they’re talking to/writing/emailing/texting each other)

-AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

-There’s only one (1) bed

-person A sprouts wings and person B is the only one who can see them

-Romeo and Juliet parallels (but nobody dies)

bxdapcst​:

The vibration of the simple response echoes against his chest, he doesn’t need to see her lips to know what she’s said, he simply assumes it was the echo of his own greeting. When she turns os he can see her face his lips quirk up in a goofy sleep filled smile, it’s these little actions that makes him appreciate her all the more.

Though most of his attention is on the fingers tracing his neck and how lovely it feels he lightly nods in response to the question, ‘Better than I have in weeks.’ He’s not stretching the truth at all, he’d slept so soundly with her wrapped in his arms, for once not waking in the middle of the night. “You?

“so well, best sleep i’ve had in a while,” nat smiled, voice still husky with sleep but she was in no rush to wake herself up fully. that hazy, dreamlike state where you drift between consciousness and sleep was enough for her right now.

“you make a surprisingly good pillow, barton,” tasha nudged him in the ribs with a sleepy grin, stifling a soft yawn and resting her head in the crook of his neck. all the could focus on was the smell of his cologne, and the way his arms encircled her waist, not too tightly, but firmly enough that she felt grounded, safe.

her fingertips continued to run through his hair languidly, one hand resting at the nape of his neck. this was so different to how they usually lived, running on a lack of sleep, caffeine and painkillers — they couldn’t afford to get too used to this, it was a rare luxury for them.

bxdapcst​:

It’s rare that he lets what he’s truly feeling show in his expression but there’s no hiding the fear that settles into his paler than usual blue eyes and the furrow of his brows. He wants to believe those words, believe them to his very core of being but he’s scared and considering the seizure he had and the fact he couldn’t’ do the most basic thing for life it’s natural.

Yeah His reply is nothing more than his fist closed and moving up in down for yes. But his expression speaks more than the single sign.

He wants to be in their quarters, to be laid under the purple comforter he’d talked her into getting, to have her wrapped around the his body, to breath of his own will, to smile, to simply be back to normal rather than stuck in a bed in medical without the ability to do anything more than heal.

It’s the way that she has to repeat the words, the tiredness in her eyes that so matches his own that that sends down that page of guilt. You know me, hate the suit and fanfare. He signed it simply when in reality for once he’d planned the perfect date for the anniversary, even had Tony give him a hand in securing a reservation

the fear in clint’s eyes just about broke tasha’s heart. he was always brushing off injuries, turning up in their morning briefings with little more than a black eye and a self assured grin even when their missions went sideways. however today, laying there on the hospital bed, clint was scared.

“i was even going to wear that purple dress, just for you,” nat couldn’t help but grin, looking over at him knowingly. they’d make up for it once he was out of medical, right now she was focused on making sure she still had a partner the next morning. she didn’t doubt he’d made an effort considering the special occasion, and it frustrated tasha all the more that she hadn’t been there to prevent all this from happening.

“hey, i like the suit, you should wear it more often,” the redhead teased, knowing just how much clint grumbled the last time he’d been forced to dress up for a mission, and she’d taken great delight in teasing him over it all evening.

CLINT BARTON + business in the front + party in the back (requested by anonymous for 10k follower celebration)

bxdapcst​:

“Oh, believe me, it is. Report 20-869 is really keeping me on the edge of my seat. Intelligence Analysis is basically just a text based game of clue or a mystery novel where you get to figure out who done what with what, right?” 

As usual, Sterling’s humor was very dry but the amusement in his smile gave it away. Most people would actually believe what he said as the truth given his protocol and paperwork loving reputation. He loved playing to it. He liked the look of shock on people’s faces when he showed any proof he had a life or fun.

He took a SHIELD logo clad mug out of the upper cabinets and began fixing himself a cup of fresh coffee, leaning back against the counter with it as he socialized. 

“Just make sure that leaves time for sleep. I know you field types. Burning the candle at both ends.” 

He was certainly one to talk. 

tasha grinned over her mug of coffee — they clearly had a very similar sense of humour, somewhat to her surprise considering how by-the-book sterling always appeared.

“sure, and field work is like one intense game of paintball,” she cocked an eyebrow at the agent, smiling into her next sip of coffee. he wasn’t necessarily wrong, but given the choice between sitting at a desk writing up a report and heading out into the field, tasha knew exactly which one she’d choose.

“says the person here just as late as i am,” nat retorted with a pointed glance in his direction. “as long as the candle keeps burning, we’re all good,” she shrugged, very much aware of just how unhealthy that was (as steve kept reminding her) but there was method in her madness. late nights after busy days meant she was exhausted by the time she got to bed, so whatever sleep she managed to salvage wasn’t interrupted by quite as many nightmares. not the most practical solution, but it seemed to work so far, and besides, it wasn’t as if the rest of the team were competent at doing their own paperwork (barton), much less had the inclination to stay on top of it in the first place.