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  • Robert: I'm gonna be honest with you, you know, of all the things we've done together, this is up there.
  • Aaron: Yeah.
  • Ross: (barging in) Where is it?
  • Robert: What?
  • Ross: You know what.
  • Aaron: Do you mean, like, Wally? Like where's Wally?
  • Robert: Wally? I don't think I've seen Wally.
  • Ross: Yeah, that's great. Where's my taxi?
  • Aaron: Oh, you meant your taxi? Why didn't you just say?
  • Robert: Actually I don't think you could have timed it any better. (gets up) Come on, I think she's just arrived back. (they go outside, taxi is crushed) There you go. She's all yours.
  • Aaron: To be honest with you, I'm not sure how many passengers you'll get in the back of that.
  • Robert: Yeah, might be a tight squeeze that.
  • Ross: You crushed my car?
  • Aaron: Looking a little bit upset there... Hormones, is it?
  • Robert: It's not all bad. We've actually come up with a new name for your taxi firm. Cuber. You see what we did there?
  • Aaron: See, I think he's still only seeing the bad side of this.
  • Ross: Too far. Too far.
  • Robert: No, no, no, no, no, Ross. You see, you took two and a half grand of my money. That cube of metal right there, that's us quits.
  • Ross: Quits? This was worth well more than that. Ha ha, this is not over... Not by a long way.
Marvel Characters' Astrological Signs (THE CORRECT EDITION)
  • Aries: Peggy Carter (April 9th), Dum Dum Dugan (April 11th)
  • Taurus: Thor (Based on Traits)[April 20 to May 20]
  • Gemini: Clint Barton (June 18th), Tony Stark (May 29th)
  • Cancer: Steve Rogers (July 4th), Betty Ross (July 1st)
  • Leo: Howard Stark (August 15th)
  • Virgo: Rogue (August 26th), Dr. Erskine (September 14th)
  • Libra: Peter Parker (October 14th), Daredevil (October 21st), Sam Wilson (September 23)
  • Scorpio: Ben Grimm [The Thing] (November 9th), Dr. Strange (November 18th)
  • Sagittarius: Natasha Romanoff (November 22nd), Bruce Banner (December 18th)
  • Capricorn: Loki (Based on Traits)[December 23 to January 20]
  • Aquarius: Peter Quill (February 4th)
  • Pisces: Bucky Barnes (March 10th)
  • Adam: Yes, boys. I thought you were in town?
  • Aaron: Yeah, we've been.
  • Robert: Probably best to go shopping on my own from now on.
  • Aaron: Oh... No, what you need is a butler.
  • Robert: I wanted to go in two shops, Aaron. Two.
  • Aaron: That's two too many for me, Robert. Anyway how did it go with Vic? Did you speak to her?
  • Adam: Yeah, she wasn't having any of it. Too busy getting on with her life apparently.
  • Aaron: She's probably just putting on a front.
  • Robert: You know, there is such a thing as having self-respect.
  • Adam: Still, at least things are looking up now you're back, I'm not Billy No-mates at the bar.
  • Robert: Actually, we do kind of have plans, so...
  • Adam: Oh...
  • Aaron: But nothing that won't keep. Well, come on then, whose round is it? It's not mine, I've just got here.

anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve helping Lila Barton with her history project over some aspect of WWII

Her eyebrows were knit together and her tongue was peeking out from the corner of her mouth, the young girl looking like the very definition of concentration. She was holding a glue bottle and a photo an old WWII bomber, with several other photos, scissors, and a posterboard on the table in front of her. Captain America sat next to her, gently assuring her every fifteen minutes or so that he didn’t mind that her WWII project wasn’t about him and that he wasn’t even making an appearance in it.

He wouldn’t have minded at all, in fact, but even less so because her project was instead centered around Peggy Carter. 

Somehow, Clint had failed to mention to him that Peggy was Lila’s hero. “Hey, you know what?”

“What?” Her eyes were focused on the piece she was glueing in place, rather than Steve. 

“I visit her sometimes. I could ask her a couple questions for you… for your project, you know?” Maybe get an autographed photo, too. He couldn’t promise much, given Peggy’s mental state now, but he could certainly try for her.

Lila’s eyes lit up as she stared up at Steve. “That would be amazing, Uncle Steve!”

“I’ll see what I can do, okay?”

anonymous asked:

Imagine 12 days of Steve-mas?

On the first day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Bucky in a metal arm!

On the second day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the third day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the fourth day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Four Hydra villains,
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the fifth day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Five references I get,
Four Hydra villains,
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the sixth day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Six SHIELD agents,
Five references I get,
Four Hydra villains,
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the seventh day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Seven Thor’s hammering,
Six SHIELD agents,
Five references I get,
Four Hydra villains,
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the eighth day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Eight Clints-a-sassing,
Seven Thor’s hammering,
Six SHIELD agents,
Five references I get,
Four Hydra villains,
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the ninth day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Nine Peggy’s dancing!
Eight Clints-a-sassing,
Seven Thor’s hammering,
Six SHIELD agents,
Five references I get,
Four Hydra villains,
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the tenth day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Ten Hulks-a-smashing,
Nine Peggy’s dancing!
Eight Clints-a-sassing,
Seven Thor’s hammering,
Six SHIELD agents,
Five references I get,
Four Hydra villains,
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the eleventh day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Eleven Widows fighting,
Ten Hulks-a-smashing,
Nine Peggy’s dancing!
Eight Clints-a-sassing,
Seven Thor’s hammering,
Six SHIELD agents,
Five references I get,
Four Hydra villains,
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the twelfth day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Twelve Tony’s tinkering,
Eleven Widows fighting,
Ten Hulks-a-smashing,
Nine Peggy’s dancing!
Eight Clints-a-sassing,
Seven Thor’s hammering,
Six SHIELD agents,
Five references I get,
Four Hydra villains,
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

I’m With You - Clintasha

on ao3

SHIELD often forgets how fragile, how explosive, how catatonic its agents are. They train for the field, not for what comes after. Agents wade into war, guns blazing, but they are afraid of the dark. 

SHIELD is excellent at using its resources.

Natasha Romanoff knows St. Petersburg like the back of her hand. Natasha Romanoff is the best assassin in the world. Natasha Romanoff works well with Clint Barton.

So, they get on a plane and go to Russia and execute the mission perfectly. They sit on opposite rooftops, comms in their ears, but their silence is typical and comfortable. She takes the shot, and Clint doesn’t need to see to know that the target is dead. 

“I knew him,” whispers Natasha, “when I was younger.”

Clint can’t find words, knows she wouldn’t want them anyway. He says nothing when she takes his hand in hers, nearly breaking the skin with her nails. 

That night, he wakes to her straddling him and pulling back for a punch. He catches her fist, but she’s ahead of him, she’s nailing him in the throat. 

“Natasha!” he chokes as she hits him again and again and again. “It’s me! It’s Clint!”

She pauses for half a second before gritting her teeth and slamming his head into the headboard. He curses under his breath. “Please, Tasha, please, please.”

And then she collapses into him. It’s without grace. She simply goes limp and falls. She’s dead weight on his chest, as if she simply ran out of battery. After a moment, she says, “Clint?”

The breath leaves his lungs, and she sags further. “Yeah, yeah, you with me?” It’s their phrase, their fail-safe, their go-to for panic attacks and anything else terrible and unseen.

“I’m with you,” she murmurs, voice strained. She starts to push herself up, but he can see the terror in her eyes, so he pulls her back.

“C'mere, Tash. You’re alright.”

“I hit you.” She sounds as if she shot him, not punched him. 

“I get hit a lot, it’s okay.”

“I thought you were…”

“It’s alright. You’re okay. You’re safe.” He can feel her skin trembling as her fingers find his shoulders.

“Clint,” she whispers, fingers curling against his chest. “Oh, Clint.”

“It’s okay, Natasha. I’m right here. I’m not leaving you.” His hands move through her hair, curls catching on his fingers. “I’m gonna stay right here until you don’t need me.”

“I’ll always need you.”

Part of him hears it as her being too scared to make sense of herself, part of him thinks it’s too late for it to mean anything. But in the back of his mind, he understands that it’s a confession, that it’s a prayer. 

“I need you too, Tash. Always will.”

anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve getting protective over Clint.

“Are you dumb?”

Clint, hearing aids out, is oblivious. Not only to the question directed at him, but the comments before. One of General Ross’ men was asking him to do something, and Clint wasn’t prepared for it. Facing away, bad ear closest to the man, he simply hadn’t heard.

Steve did, though, and he could practically feel his blood boil in his veins. What does catch Clint’s attention is movement as Steve rushes the guy, and he turns to see what the commotion is.

“Don’t be a bully,” Steve grits through his teeth, but Clint doesn’t know that either because now Steve’s back is to him, and General Ross’ assistant looks terrified.

“He’s deaf,” Steve imparts as his hands bunch in the material of the man’s shirt. Even from behind, Clint has never seen Steve so angry before. If he wasn’t so worried about the fact that Steve is on the fast track to get himself arrested (again), he might have been a little turned on. Instead, he finally moves forward, placing a hand on Steve’s shoulder and squeezing lightly.

Steve instantly knows who it is, and he sighs, shoving the other man away from him as he backs off. “You can try asking nicely again.” Clint reads these words on Steve’s lips, but he doesn’t know what they pertain to. By the way Steve grabs his hand and pulls him away, he suspects he never will.

  • Vic: Well, no wonder Rebecca moved away, when you two are like this.
  • Robert: Let's not, okay? I told you to drop this. Rebecca can look after herself.
  • Chrissie: Which is just as well. God knows what her life would be like if you were in it.
  • Vic: Well, guess what, this isn't about you, either of you. And I don't care how independent Rebecca is, she's gonna need her friends and her family.
  • Chrissie: And when she does me and Dad will be right there. But trust me, you do not figure in that.
  • Robert: That suits me.
  • Chrissie: There you go, see? So when you stop sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong I'll have a gin and tonic, please.
  • Aaron: Yeah, Robert saw them out the back.
  • Robert: They're just kids. I mean, it's probably nothing, but best not to take any chances.
  • Finn: And there were three of them?
  • Robert: Or four. Scarves round the faces, proper shifty.
  • Finn: This is just what I needed. I'll check it out.
  • Aaron: I'll come with you, mate.
  • Robert: Do you mind if I use your toilet? I'm bursting.
  • Finn: No, it's just upstairs. (leaves with Aaron, Robert takes a key and leaves)