@-HAWKEYES
"kate, where have all the trick arrows gone? i thought we had more left?" the brunette said as he walked into the room, rubbing his hand behind his head, trying to think if he may have displaced the trick arrows himself.
/ i hope this is ok!
i legit rewatched hawkeye the other day., might bring back my clint aha
YESS I WILL NOW FOR U FOX!! PLEASE DO THAT IF YOU WANT. LOL ALL MY ACCOUNTS ARE IN THE DUST AHHA
Just stay sittin' there for a few more seconds, I'm almost done. I started, I gotta finish it.
( @disreguard ) "You think so?" her eyes lit up, as they always did, when she met his gaze. He had a way of speaking with *meaning*, that whenever he spoke, all she could do was believe. Even if he was jokingly exaggerating it, she could see the 'core' of the message and realize how genuine were his compliments. God, she's head over heels over him, ok? He's super sweet. Adorable, really— even if he protests it! "Aw, futz— stawppp!" she felt herself at the verge of blushing. "All I'm doing is to *try* and copy you. You're the one who deserves the praises here— and who should sign at the bottom of this painting! I'm *merely* TRYING to help you!"
She was very self aware, and he respected her for that. But mostly for the other things, in all honesty. He was in love with her for all the reasons, the specifics were silly and he was disbelieving of the kind of person he was turning into. A wife-guy?! Anyone going out with a woman as flawless as Kate would have to come to that conclusion! "You *are* doin' great." He encouraged after her first painting, his smile more visible as he went in to do his second. She picked things up, and was always willing to try— another thing he adored about her. "You'll have ta sign it at the end if ya keep goin' like that."
( @disreguard ) Oh, no. They were batshit. He was totally right about that. Even Kate would have to agree, because she lost count on how many times she said or thought that about her friends, *herself*, or the situation she found herself in. It was a batshit life, what can she say! She *is* careful, though, trust me. Because she's no goddess nor witch, nor is she capable of turning herself into a huge, green beast! When she falls off a building's ledge, it hurts. When she's thrown through walls, it hurts. When someone punches and kicks her?! Hell yeah, it damn hurts! She's extra careful, because only Captain Marvel can kick ass with her golden hair glowing under the sunlight, no sweat on her forehead, no blood on her cheekbone. "I know... kids don't judge, but I wanna do great for them," she told him with a gentle smile, accepting the brush from him with a thanks— then she bit the tip of her tongue and analysed what he did, trying to copy his moves.
Listen, I'm obviously not gonna drive as *fast* if you're spendin' half the drive hangin' out the *window*. And I dunno the difference between these arrows, so ya can't get mad when I pass you the wrong one.
It was one of the best parts of her personality- the way she cared so deeply about people. The conviction with which she loved him was blinding, to the point where he was making a continued effort to be better. And the crime had mostly petered out, save for a bit of petty theft here and there, but he found that he displayed a lot of repetitive and obsessive behaviours even with all of that gone. He liked routine, and paranoia dripped through him a lot more than he thought it did— that fact scared him sometimes. He hated the idea that he was anything like his mom. "I don't mind hearin' it." Jack shrugged his shoulders and leaned down to accept the kiss to his cheek, eyes falling to the room they found themselves in with silent intrigue. It was... extensive.
( @disreguard ) A civilian with an attitude— and that attitude got her to fall in love with him. Amongst many things about Jack... truth is, she would be protective of him, either way. If he was trained for this or not. In the same way that she was protective of Clint, Yelena, America and Dexter. It's just the way she is. All those people, they meant a lot to her in their own respective ways, and of course she would want her boyfriend to be safe in the same way she wanted them to be safe. "Thank you. Have I told you already that you're absolutely the best?" she inquired with a smile and then stood on her tip toes to kiss his cheek. When the doors opened again, she took a gentle hold of his hand and led him out of the lift, looking around the new room. "An archive room, huh? Not bad. Not bad, at all!"
He knew she was protective. It wasn't news to him that she was better than he was in this setting, she was trained for this whereas he was more of just a civilian with an attitude, so it made sense that she would want to keep him safe. Even if he'd insist that he could handle himself, with a more scrappy and reckless way of fighting if he was in the situation that called for it; he didn't have all the smartass techniques, he just threw a punch and hoped for the best. He shook his head as she pointed out the card reader, and he blanked on how else they'd actually get in there that wasn't the good ol' aforementioned 'punch it and see', but she was just so impressive. So beautiful. "I won't say a word." Jack replied with a small smile, clearly very much in awe of his girlfriend when she showed off and did her job so flawlessly.
