#bowcarried

[crimefightrmoved]

" your son has a weird knack for showing up in my apartment ... " she'll leave out the part where she's found him butt naked and bloody in her bed before as well

          “ Can you specify which one? They’re all well equipped to breaking and entering. “ A short pause. “ Is it the blue one? the red one? the green one? the yellow one? or the very very tiny one? “ 

@bowcarried .

[hitsharder]

@overclocks​ & @bowcarried​

                         ❝ OKAY Okay okay. So I was about to do something bad. Like not as bad as last time bad. But pretty bad. And I wanted the Ronin suit. So that way your name wouldn’t get bad too. So I was there in Tony’s place getting the suit because I had him put it up so I couldn’t get it. But I wanted it now. I took out some of their security and got in but Tony walked in on me. So, I couldn’t explain myself because what would I say? So I knocked him out. And I saw you. ❞

                            BIG BREATH

                     ❝ And now we’re here and we need to not be here. If I know Tony then he’s sending a suit and my little 1970 Dodge Challenger goes at 140 MPH, and that math checks out to equal, you better start shooting in thirty second.  ❞

[legacycarried]

        “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!” It's not the fact that it hurts, not in the slightest. But she will hurt herself if she keeps hitting him. "YOU ASKED IF I THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD MOVIE AND SAID IT WAS MID. YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT SEQUELS!"

@bowcarried​ // closed starter.

[fastcarried]

@legacycarried: "I think men should wear crop tops more often."

“That’s what I’m sayin’, dude!” Tommy smirks, gesturing between the two of them. “I mean, one: some of us workout a lot and should be showing things off more often. Two: it’s hotter than Mephisto’s Hell-time Funhouse out here and I’m tired of sweating all the time. And three—” He held up three fingers for emphasis.

“Think of the matching looks we could have between you, me, and @bowcarried if we all just wear ‘em more often?”

[crimelcrd]

Shes just gonna give him a tight hug. No questions asked. Just a hug.

ʙᴀɴɢ! ╾━╤デ╦︻   ʟᴜᴄɪғᴇʀ ʀᴇʙᴏʀɴ ᴀs ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ        Jason leans heavily on her with a deep sigh. Content.  Affection was rare for him. And though he would usually shy away from any offer, here he soaked it up like a cat in a sunny spot.  He hugs her back with a squeeze.  It doesn't put all his broken pieces back together, but he feels more complete after the affection.   

                              ❝ Thank you. ❞

[sonicanary]

starter call. x @bowcarried​​

        Dubious features rose on the canary’s face, then arms crossed over her chest with a light sigh. The kid couldn’t be serious.     “ Does he.. does he have a beard ? ”    She mimed along her own chin, index and thumb together as if she was drawing a real one onto her bare skin.     “ Blonde. Blonde archer. Yeah...”    Dinah couldn’t believe Ollie took another sidekick under his wing. For someone who didn’t want a kid a decade ago, he was now collecting them all more than a famous bat. And... he didn’t tell her ! Damn Ollie ! However the young woman’s style was different from Mia, or Roy. The peak of the arrows as well.     “ Are we talking about that same archer ? ”

[overclocksaa]

@bowcarried​ / May I get a calzone chef iron man 

“We’re booked through next December.”

[legacycarried-a]

@bowcarried​ said: "So ... I think I'm going to ask everyone for first looks. Well not everyone but ... You know, anyone who's really helped me and you know was anything like a ... Well dad. You get first dibs of course but you know i think I'd like to have that moment with them before anything else happens."

        Eli brightened up at the suggestion, a part of him more relieved that she was taking a more personal interest with the planning. “Babe, you can have whatever you want, It is just as much as your day as it is mine. I was thinking we do a first showing of the groom with the bridesmaids and your female... girl... mother figures for me and the bride with the groomsmen and our male... father figures for you, anyways. It’s going to be great and Billy will be there so if anyone’s make up gets smudged from pre-ceremony tears then it’ll be fine. Let’s do it.” 

[hexsrealityarchived2]

@bowcarried inquired: “ i’ve done alright up ‘til now . ”

❥ 𝟖𝟎𝐬 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒  [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂  ] . ⤷ Accepting!!

“What has Clint done now?” Wanda groaned in annoyance, it seemed as though Clint was always needing Kate’s help to rescue him. She felt the growing urge to scold the man for having his protégé constantly save his sorry ass out of constant situations he puts himself in. “I'm so sorry you have to babysit Clint, have my sons caused you any trouble too?”

[crimefightrmoved]

can you adopt me?

 “ One second. “ He turns into his comm link, seemingly murmuring something akin to asking permission to Alfred. There seems to be a resigned Not again sir from the backdrop before he eventually turns back to face Kate. “Yes. “

@bowcarried .

[hitsharder]

❝ i don’t understand why i’m not crying. why i don’t feel anything. ❞

🦻 ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ: ■□□□□□□□    ᴛᴇᴀʀ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴛᴇᴀʀ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ,        Dressed in their bests. Plain black suits and somber expressions. He couldn't bring himself to say much the past few days. What could anyone say? His brother. The man who made him into the person he was today. One of the most important people in his life. Someone he's been step for step with him for most of his years now. What was there to say?

                   ❝ There is no correct response to grief.  ❞   

                                        It's words he had heard a long time ago. Said by one Tony Stark. Who’d face was currently plastered everywhere. His chest is tight. He’s been trying to keep it together. He had to give a speech soon. Steve couldn't do it. No matter how broken he felt inside when he looked into the Captain, he knew that in this moment he had to be the stability in this equation. Too bad he never understood math passed fifth grade.

                                       He put an arm around Kate’s shoulder and held her close. His throat felt dry. Eyes vacant the passed few days as he stared at nothing most of the time.    ❝ Tony wouldn’t hold it against you. ❞   He choked on the words but there was a bitter sweet smile that crossed his lips.                   

                                     ❝ I talked to him just last week. He thought the world of you kiddo. I think —  ❞   Tears welled in his eyes as he couldn’t continue, only pressing a kiss to Kate’s forehead. Just a week ago. He talked to him. And that would be the last conversation he had.     

@bowcarried​ & @overclocks​

[servitored]

@bowcarried / "You know, i don't think I've seen too many old timey pics of the team. You have any favorites?"

Old timey, she says.  Ah, the foolishness and shortsightedness of youth, unaware that soon enough, twenty years will have flitted by almost unnoticed and they, too, will find themselves taken aback at having things that seem like they were only yesterday be referred to as old.  But that is a lesson Miss Bishop will have to learn the hard way, he’s afraid, and a hard one it is to learn, indeed.

“All of the photographs of previous teams are special, Miss Bishop.”  That’s equanimous, at any rate.  And they are all special, in their own ways, but he’s fairly sure he’s keen on what she’s actually asking.  He hums a moment while taking time to meticulously baste the roast in the pan he’s been getting ready for dinner (and despite what Tony Stark may say, he might not have to these days, with the house no longer being a headquarters of a team, it gives him something to do and ensures he, Captain Rogers, and the young Miss Halley aren’t ordering out...again).  “One only has to look on the walls of the mansion and find them, going back to the earliest days, when I’m afraid to say none of us really knew what we were doing until we were doing it.”

It’s actually a touch comforting that that is one thing that’s never changed.  The walls are still filled with pictures of Avengers, past and present, as they’ve always been.  “The library has a few you might wish to examine.  And, of course, you could ask Captain Rogers, if you like; he has several scrapbooks full of both photographs and news clippings from his joining us onward.”

[fastcarried]

"Where the hell where you this time? You really expect me to welcome you with open arms after you've fallen off the face of the planet? You absolute jerk Tommy Shepherd!" but we both know she missed the shit out of him T_T

"What? You mean a guy can't just suddenly fall off the face of the planet without warning and and be trapped in an wormhole in the multiverse that no one can explain these days?" He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he leans against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. "Your stands are are impossibly high as always, Kate. And heeereeee I was hoping you'd finally get that stick outta your ass."

He can't keep a straight face as he gets to the end of his insult. That crooked, shit-eating grin of his pulls at the corner of his mouth. He missed her, more than anything, even if it seemed more like they were two steps away from strangling each other what with the way she was boring holes into his skull with that glare.

"Can you cut a guy some slack?" He holds his arms out—an exaggerated shrug. An open invitation for her to pummel him. A silent offer of a hug. "There's no cell reception in the void; I really gotta upgrade my plan. Who knew that's a problem you'd run into when have of your family can bend the multiverse to their whims without hesitation."

[crimelcrd]

“ look at me. “

ʙᴀɴɢ! ╾━╤デ╦︻  ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛ�� ʀᴇɪɢɴ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ           Slowly gaze was pulled down as hand tugged on his face. Eyes were distant, he comes back to this moment. Get’s grounded by her fingers. With such reserved tenderness he touches her hand, intertwines her fingers. He was quiet for a long few heartbeats, letting the moments laze between them. There’s no snarking comments. No brushing off of this moment. He just holds her hand to his face and stares at her, searching for something he’ll never find. 

                              ❝ I’m not well. ❞   It’s said with complete clarity. But a statement he immediately dismisses when he removes her hand and takes a step away.

[trickshxt]

“  you don’t have to do this, ya’ know.  ” hey uncle barney :) - @bowcarried​

"No, I don’t, and if I’m bein’ honest it’s cold as shit and my knees are reminding me of that every two seconds.” Yet he crouches up here with her anyway, binoculars in hand, hat tugged down over his hair as they stake out the hole-in-the-wall bodega across the way. “But Clint’s off to god knows where and I don’t like the idea of anyone goin’ in without backup.”

“Remind me what we’re lookin’ for again?”

[overclocksaa]

@bowcarried​ / "On a scale of one to ten, how much does Halley like purple and will she be too busy to throw flowers around in the upcoming year?"

“Kate, she’s two.”  And he says this like it explains everything, which in his mind it absolutely does.  Halley’s schedule is full of things like:  Being grumpy because it’s time to get up.  Being grumpy because it’s time for a bath.  Watching the same Disney animated feature on repeat for a month solid and having nothing else do.  Lunch in the garden if the weather’s nice.  Unintentional naps still with her pops, because Steve, apparently, makes a more comfortable pillow.  Leaving the landmines that are Duplo blocks scattered around.  Sometimes snacks.  Infinite power, sure, she’s got that.  Infinite time to scribble with crayons the approximate size of a taper candle on walls with very expensive paint she does not, she’s booked solid for at least the next eight months.

There’s evidence of one of her artistic frenzies still on the bottom of the kitchen cabinets that he hasn’t gotten around to taking care of, and he’s really, really regretting not being a futurist enough, apparently, to foresee the absolutely gauche need of easy wipe paint and surfaces.

He blames Steve fully for that, too, by the way.

“She’s booked solid until Tuesday five months from now.”  He gives a one-shouldered shrug, expression incredulous.  What else is he supposed to say, that her time watching Beauty and the Beast for the thirtieth time in half as many days is nonnegotiable?  “Anyway, we’re apparently team green, so unless you’re looking for a Hulk pistasche, purple gets about a four point five.”

More to the point, he initially had come in here for a reason beyond discussing the well-roundedness of a two year old’s timetable and acceptable range of colors.  He just literally can’t remember what for.  “So what’s the deal.  Why are you out here trying to press innocent two year olds into flower throwing service.”

He pauses a moment, taking what he considers an unreasonably long amount of time to connect the dots all on his own.  “Whoa.  Whoa whoa a second.  You-?  You and Eli?  Are you...”  He gestures with a finger.  God, he suddenly feels every last one of his mumbled number of years.  Who gave them both the right to make him get older.  “Is this where I say congratulations and many happy returns?”