It's been an eternity since I last draw them… but I still love them.
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Peter: Hey guys.. What does "take out" mean?
Tony: It means a date.
Steve: Wait.. I thought it meant food?
Clint: In my experience, it means murder.
Natasha: It can mean all three if you're not a coward.
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616 Marvel October week 2 - Clint & Natasha
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die hard isn’t a christmas movie… or is it? 🤔
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“How about that Red Room rematch? 😈”
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“No, Tasha. It’s a hotel. You can’t break in.”
Prompt by myimperfectform
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but you are holding me like water in your hands
(...) but you know the killer doesn't understand
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July 25th. The big day.
I was as ready as could be for what was about to happen. I had picked out a pair of corduroy pants and slicked my hair back with Brylcreem to rock the vintage. Natasha looked stunning in her slightly altered souvenir dress from her last trip—it was like she'd stepped out of an old-fashioned pin-up girl magazine, all curves and bold red lipstick. Seeing her like that stirred sensations in places that had absolutely no business being stirred at the present moment.
Hill triple-checked our setup before giving us the final okay. "Five minutes, ladies and gentlemen. Let's make them count."
I held out my hand, palm up, and glanced at my partner.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
Natasha clasped her hand into mine and together we stepped forward through the rabbit hole. Or rather back—into 1952.
—A Walk Down Lafayette Street, Chapter 3
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