A Shadow In The Dark
You might have known me in the past. I was a hero on a team with superhumans and gods, but I have given up my bow and my spot. I now wear a mask again. I work alone, for those that even superheroes forget about. I don't save the world anymore. I save people.
Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.
— John Greenleaf Whittier (Maud Muller - Pamphlet)

(Source: realizes)

kissofmistletoe sent:

''You should leave. Now.''

kissofmistletoe:

secretagentclintbarton:

Clint has long learnt that Baldr doesn’t joke around. He has long learnt that there are consequences to bear for disobeying. And he knows that Baldr only wants to keep him safe, really.

But to see the god shaking with rage, after one argument more, is not enough to get him out of the room. Because he’s tired of not being treated like he can take a fight, he is tired of being sent away whenever things get tense like a dog. And so he straightens his back as he meets Baldr’s eye.

"No."

Perhaps it was worse because, with the bitter taste of gold on his tongue, Baldr knew it was true. He knew the comment held weight, a pendulum trapped between his rib cage, battling it’s way in that blackened cavern. It sent dark thoughts wild, like baited beasts, rabid with intent to destroy, drooling jaws already worrying at the tender weaknesses of the god’s mind.

Pathetic.

”Just get out.” It was all he could say, turning his back to the boy, wanting to spit out the sourness in his mouth for fear of the acid that would burn away his flesh. Instead he grabbed the bottle of wine resting, almost awaiting the moment, nearby by, finding solace in a shadowed corner of his room, not caring for Clint’s actions yet ready to bite once more if the mortal dared to come close.

A few moments passed, only filled with the breaths of the god and the mortal, in which Clint is close, so close, to turn and leave, to give Baldr the room he wants. The threat only helps with that decision, but it’s when Baldr reaches for the wine that Clint stays.

To say that he understands the god would be a lie, but he has a vivid imagination, and he imagines the things the god fears and anger him, rather than really getting them. It’s not quite the same, but close enough - and he wants, needs Baldr to understand that he didn’t mean it, that he is sorry for setting Baldr’s mind on the path it will most likely walk now.

He has rarely felt this guilty.

"Mylord…"

tags:
#winterhawk
Lend An Ear

ashestodustdusttoashes:

Avengerkink meme prompt for Bucky helping someone out because he can see their issues and knows them because he’s been/still is there.

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(Source: worldvsmind)

kissofmistletoe sent:

''You should leave. Now.''

kissofmistletoe:

secretagentclintbarton:

Clint has long learnt that Baldr doesn’t joke around. He has long learnt that there are consequences to bear for disobeying. And he knows that Baldr only wants to keep him safe, really.

But to see the god shaking with rage, after one argument more, is not enough to get him out of the room. Because he’s tired of not being treated like he can take a fight, he is tired of being sent away whenever things get tense like a dog. And so he straightens his back as he meets Baldr’s eye.

"No."

”I SAID GET OUT.”

The god was raging, the roar of the thousand million stars burning his hearing, the fires broiling beneath his skin. Within his core was beating with a rhythm to thrash itself to death, a sun pounding on his ribcage to be let out, to burn the entirety of the world and the next, all for the sake of a mortal’s stupidity.

”Leave my sight before I finish what I should have done on that day and let your head roll to my feet! Never, NEVER, make such a comment on my fate again, or I swear to the Norns you will find yourself back in your worthless life on that spit of mud.”

Clint held his breath at the rage of the god, for a few seconds really believing that this was it, this was the last breath he would ever take. And Baldr had every right to be angry - the comment had been uncalled for and cruel even in the context of their argument.

"I’m sorry…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to….I didn’t think." Oh and he hates how his voice turns into a genuine desperate tone because he couldn’t stop and think about his words for a few damn seconds before saying them.

And he hates that somewhere at some point the option to be sent back became a threat.

maladictive:

my favorite trope is the ‘place slowly becomes home, people slowly become family’ trope

You just walked away
and I just watched you
What could I say

(Source: veranke)

tags:
#ugly laughter

asofteravenger:

I will try not to hug him too hard.

dogwholikespizza sent:

-barks-

*wraps his arms around the dog and scratches his neck while nuzzling against him*

clintfbartons:

Hawkeye Alphabet →  Barney Barton

(Source: idrissaelba-archive)