The Batman: On the anniversary of Robin’s death, the mysterious Red Hood leaves a trail of bloodshed throughout Gotham City. When the trail goes cold, Batman gets word of a dirty bomb being planted in Arkham Asylum by the new foe. In turn of event, Batman is lured into a trap by the Red Hood without a bomb. The Dark Knight is now faced with the task of survival and facing old demons locked inside.
So apparently black widows make really shitty-looking webs so now I’ve got this headcanon that Nat is a total slob wherever she’s living at any given moment and whenever Bucky is over there he’s like noooooooo ; A ; and compulsively starts cleaning
I think that we INFJs can feel and sense beauty very deeply. For me, at least, seeing a glorious sight or hearing beautiful music or even just experiencing a tiny miracle, like stargazing or watching a spider make its web, I feel an ache inside. It’s taken me years to identify it, but now I’ve realized that it’s a longing to be a part of the beauty I see around me, everywhere. More than anything, I want to be a piece of it. I think that all of those little things make up a heaven on earth.