[He can't — he doesn't. . . He frowns, seemingly irredeemably lost, and he / hates / it. He swallows around his self-hatred, try to focus on Clint and its reassuring presence, despite the mess of words that holds little to no meaning in his addled brain] I — I don't know?

(( oh my god not the grammar errors again 😭 *goes on another month long hiatus*

Don't even think about it, Barton.

Long-suffering, world-weary sigh. Unlocks his window.

He lurks closely behind Clint, looming over their hunched form, watching as they play with their switch.

He stares a little too intently at Clint, eyes raking over features of his visage that he knows all too well, before glancing at the electronic. "No," he says, truthfully; he's content with just watching.

He freezes, staring hard at the offered spot for a long moment. He finally lets out a quiet huff, the only remotely verbal response he gives. He pointedly ( forcibly ) walks over to his couch, ignoring his desire to curl up beside Clint.

“tony is a war criminal” “bucky is a war criminal” “steve is a war criminal” okay but i can change them 🥺🥺😮‍💨😮‍💨 stop look at me this isnt yall 🥺🥺🥺🥺😮‍💨

arches an eyebrow.

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙊𝙑𝙄𝙀𝙏 𝘾𝙍𝙔𝙋𝙏𝙄𝘿. pspsps

Rare Bucky sighting.

Stop calling Bucky 'boy,' he's literally not even real. He's an illusion. A myth.

“. . . Shit.” ( starter, 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙊𝙑𝙄𝙀𝙏 𝘾𝙍𝙔𝙋𝙏𝙄𝘿.. ) pic.x.com/zbNr7iTkAR

(( OH MY GOD

halloween/fall starter prompts. ♡ for a randomised starter. ↻ to spread the word <3 may be selective. feel free to respond at any length you wish.

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