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One day you fall for this boy, and he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him, and it hurts when you don’t. And it fees like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.
—Tracey, in “The Tracey Fragments” (via anamorado)
agentbartxn asked ;  
is that blood?

xkrasniy:

Prompt: Send “Is that blood?!” for my characters reaction.

[ There’s a look in those baby blues of his, a blankness, almost, as he ignores the drying flecks on his uniform and re-sheaths a knife in its proper holster. ]

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      - ——yes. 

[ And that’s all he says on the matter, instead, walking past Clint and continuing his hike through dense, swampy forest. ]

    [    Of course it was. Why did he even
    ask. He fiddles with his arrow near the
    tip, twisting it between his forefingers.
    Clint knows that look. Natasha has it
    sometimes. He knows better than to ask.   ]

                      At least it’s not yours. Are we there yet? I’m bored.

supxrboy:

i wonder if anyone's ever been fired from the avengers before