when-it-rains-it-snows:

SOMETIMES I am just like, look.  Kate has literally never met the Clint that Clint is when he isn’t depressed and self-destructive.  That guy wore head to toe purple, occasionally a miniskirt, lived to sass the fuck out of Captain America, only needs about six hours of sleep and if he isn’t talking, he’s singing.  He’s fun.  He would take mirror selfies and say hell yes to matching tattoos,

IT WOULD BE AWESOME

widowbucky:

❝ Yeah, we’re done here… Three minutes out of the hospital and I’m already in the hole two yards… Of course if I really wanted to do this cheap I’d take the damn train. But like I said— It’s New York in August and while I might be an Avenger...  It’s not like I have super-powers.