Look to your kingdoms. I'm coming for them all.

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Jalila. Italian. 25. Fangirl extraordinaire.

I am an intelligent, eloquent, well-mannered young woman who just so happens to say “fuck” a lot.

we’re out of coffee.

"we."

(Fonte: clintkates)

'barton and romanoff? they're the best at what they do.'

Okay. This looks bad.

(Fonte: paltrowpotts)

Clint Barton // Hawkeye
I mean, I can’t miss. …I’m on a team with super-humans. And one god, in case you’ve forgotten. Even you…well, you climb walls really well. …I gave up a lot for this life. I could have been happy with Mockingbir— Bobbi. We could have had a good, simple life. But I wanted to play with the big boys. And if I miss, it means I’m just another dude with a bow. It means I’ve been fooling myself this whole time. And that’s why I never miss.

rustincohle:

[casually gets emotional about Steve Rogers]

Hawkeye #1

(Fonte: philcoulson)

clint barton/natasha romanoff pacific rim au [for sebastiansthanhs]

when clint barton, an experienced but cocky jaeger pilot loses his co-pilot (his brother, barney) in what was supposed to be a routine patrol mission, he is paired with natasha romanoff, a veteran russian pilot in her own right with one of the most impressive track records in the history of the PPDC. theoretically, his recklessness and her cold methodical approach shouldn’t work, but time is running out as what is left of the PPDC converge in the hong kong shatterdome to prepare for a final showdown. they must win the battle with the demons of their pasts first, as well as their misgivings for each other, before they can even stand a chance to win the war.

riddle-me-chris:

Know your arrows.

(Fonte: hawwkette)

tags: Hawkeye,

releasemyeffinflamingos:

They didn’t find him for a week.

If I Was in Charge of the Cap 2 Credits Scene

elsiesnuffin:

Clint Barton is lying, bruised and bloodied, on the floor of a sparse yet expensive looking studio apartment.

His head is pounding, something that is not helped by that music. Is that his phone? Yeah, it’s his phone.

With a groan he opens his eyes.

Looking down at him from the sofa is a girl in a purple sweater and a mangy looking yellow lab.

"Someone named Natasha keeps calling," the girl explains as she hands the phone down to him. "And texting."

Clint takes the phone. Fifty two missed calls. Futz.

"Ok," he mutters. "This looks bad."

(Fonte: thorodinbro)