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agenths:

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"I’ve got plenty of time to figure it out."

   ”Y’gonna take guesses ‘till ya get it right?”

agenths:

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"Can I kiss you?"

   ”But dahlin’.” Emphasis on the corny Texan accent. ”You don’t even know my name.”

fromthisabyss:

" the joker ."

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   ”Oh, quái.

hydrasoldier:

Are you sure this is okay? Do you have to be somewhere?
    Nope. I'm not going anywhere.

hydrasoldier:

Are you sure this is okay? Do you have to be somewhere?

Nope. I'm not going anywhere.

agentnromanova:

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She’s not surprised. Hurt that Clint didn’t tell her about the girl, but it’s not a surprise—in fact, it has him written all over it. Apparently he makes a habit of this, and it’s one of the things she likes about him. He sees past the obvious — her being an assassin for the other side, Kid being what would probably be called a semi-dangerous mutant of some kind — and to the person beneath.

And if the worst she can do is hop through time, she’s not really dangerous. Natasha doesn’t read her as malicious, and she’s good at reading people.

"He’s good at that, and it’s better than nothing, I’d think. He kind of adopted me, too. Not as his kid, but he made me feel safe when he barely knew me. He’s a good guy."

Little smirks, happy memories, but her mind wanders to the last time she saw Clint and the last time they argued — one and the same. Both saw no sense in her leaving on a sour note, but she kept a weight heavy at the bottom of her stomach, knowing all of time and space can’t unsay things you said.

   ”How come ye needed adoptin’?” It’s a strange question, but given the current circumstances, she feels as if Natasha will understand what it means and why she wonders. “Wha’s your life story, like?”

fromthisabyss:

  ” you don’t want to do that .”

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   ”Why no’? G’wan, who’re you thinkin’ of?”

notarodent:

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" ‘Right then. To the bar. You’re on Knowhere, I ain’t a tour guide but I can at least get ya’ to a place with decent food. Just stear clear of makin’ eye contact cause people here don’t like Terrans. That and I’m sure if Quill got wind of me leavin’ you here without getting your barrings he’ll throw me out into a black hole." At least he could make an attempt to be nice. That’s what Groot said right? Make an attempt. 

  Yeah make a semi-tolerable attempt even though he already pissed her off by the sounds of it. “Worse comes to worse and you krag off to another planet least ya got some food.”

   ” ‘m not Terran,” she mumbles under her breath, more to herself than to Rocket, whose opinion she genuinely couldn’t care less for at this given moment in time. With any luck, the other guy — Quip, whatever — will be a better sounding board, if she gets that far.

   ”Worse comes t’worse an’ I wake up ‘n a warzone and get clubbed ‘n the face an’ that’s the end of me.” Dramatic. “But, y’know, tha’s the worse case scenario.”

ultimatekatie:

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"Alright, uh. I’m Katie."

She sits upright in the bed — still in Katie’s bed, mind you, and showing no signs of wanting to leave it — and holds a hand out for her to shake. “Nice meetin’ ya, Katie. Y’can pick a name for me if ye like.”

dxscidium:

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     {A quirked brow.}

     "Not sure I speak that language.  If
     it even
was a language people speak.
     Anyway, care to r u n that by me again?”

She lifts her head half an inch off the table with a quiet groan.

   ” ‘s Vietnamese, ‘course people speak it. Don’t be fuckin’ rude t’literally all’a Vietnam.” Her forehead hits the table again with a dull thud. “I said I’m garbage. Whassup.”