@andorappreciation Day 4 - Kill Me, Or Take Me In

i just love obi wan so much he makes me so sad

A soft prompt 💜

19. 'It made me think of you'

It took Clint three tries to get his key in the door, splinted fingers not cooperating, let alone the tiredness that was conspiring with gravity, barely letting him lift his arm. Finally the door creaked open in front of him, and he let out a monotone cheer which turned into a despairing groan when he was prevented from collapsing inside by a wall of black leather. He slumped forward, flopping down far enough to rest his head on the cool smoothness of a shoulder, and resigned himself.

"Fuck it, fine," he said. "Take me, I'm ready."

"What."

The words were a new development, and intonation? Well, Clint was waiting with bated breath.

"Death threats come as standard, right? Well this is me resigning myself to my fate." Clint was honestly too exhausted to move but he spread his hands at least, welcomed the sweet release of oblivion with enthusiasm if not energy. "Have at it."

There was a moment of stillness, long enough that Clint could almost hear the calculations, and he'd love to say he cared about the outcome but it had been a long fucking week, long year, long life, and there were only so many fucks a guy could farm. We're sure not in Iowa any more, Toto.

Then there was a sigh, exasperated, one of those tiny signals that the killer robot wasn't so much of an automaton as he liked to pretend to be, and then the world was shifting all around him as the Soldier ducked and planted a shoulder squarely in Clint's belly, lifting Clint in a fireman's carry that was almost comical, what with the height difference and all.

"Holy shit, you're strong," Clint said, involuntarily.

"Keep that in mind," the Soldier said, monotone, and Clint imagined it was supposed to be a threat but that wasn't the way he was gonna take it.

Goddamn, he wished he could take it.

The stairs clanked loudly under heavy boots, which Clint decided was some form of protest; he had ample experience of the fact that the Soldier could move silently when he wanted to. And then there was one of the violent upheavals of motion which Clint's possible concussion didn't appreciate, and he was sprawled on his back in the middle of his bed, rumpled sheets and discarded underwear and all.

"Buy me dinner first," he said, reflexive, and that was another hint of the man behind the mask, that gentle flush that kissed his ears like Clint could only dream of doing.

He was distracted, though, by a movement among his mostly-white sheets, and he painfully turned his head to see a blue-eyed white kitten picking its way clumsily towards him. As soon as it noticed it had his attention it opened its tiny pink mouth and let out a demanding mew that was far louder than its tiny body should permit.

"What." His turn, this time, too tired and confused and discombobulated to manage to make it much of a question.

The Soldier shrugged, watching the kitten like he didn't want to meet Clint's eyes.

"It was pathetic and alone," he said after a second, running a metal finger, so carefully, along the length of its spine to its tail. "It made me think of you."

nooooooo the criminal got away instead of becoming the captains boyfriend :(

why didn’t anyone tell me how much star trek fucks

ineffable husbands this and ineffable husbands that, i just learned that ineffable is like a real word with a definition. this whole time i thought y’all were calling those angels unfuckable or whatever

second post babyyyy i’m on a roll

My "Clint Barton is hot" agenda was at least validated by this week's Black Widow.

by the art or the “perceived himbo” line?

bc not to worry, your agenda is full! here are but a few entries:

(clint joining the avengers and jan’s literal first words to him)

pretty boy 1 (1960s):

pretty boy 2:

the cute one:

cute qualities:

noted in two universes:

handsome?

rival team:

villain:

actual marvel writer in a 1970s official novel:

ah, finally, an unbiased source:

was talking to one of the sorority girls in my class and she said she was excited to get her grandbabies, which led me down a rabbit hole of sorority culture and how upperclassmen (bigs) get matched with new members (littles) to be their friend and mentor and show them the ropes, and once those littles get littles it's like a whole family lineage.

which made me realize the jedi order is just a glorified sorority

no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for

have you read any fics where charles is experimented on? specifically for his powers and as his younger version

Anon, here are some excellent stories about Charles being experimented on:

sins of the father by faerie_ground

Brian Xavier experiments on his only son, believing it will make him powerful. Years later, Charles Xavier still suffers from the aftereffects.

Smile (The worst is yet to come) by hllfire

Charles' telepathy developed when he was a baby. His father, driven by his desire to know more about his son's abilities, experiments on him, causing Charles to learn to ignore visual and social cues in order to rely heavily on his telepathy to interact with others.

When Erik doesn't allow him to see his mind like Charles would normally do, Charles is lost.

Thou Shalt Not Eat Stones by valancysnaith 

Two months after Washington, Raven found Erik in a skeevy motel off the Florida interstate.

“They have Charles, Erik,” she said.

The bedframe shrieked. In the bathroom, the showerhead snapped in half and clattered into the tub.

the mystery which binds me still by pocky_slash

It's been seventeen years since Charles lived at the house in North Salem. It's big and imposing and filled with memories he thinks he's repressed for a reason. But after a strange man breaks in during a storm, demanding to see people Charles is sure died years ago, Charles finds himself investigating his past for the first time, venturing into the burnt out catacombs that hold the secret to the childhood he doesn't remember.

Powers and Control by flightinflame

Hank and the others turn up at the Brotherhood, asking for Erik's help. They might hate him, but he is the only one who has a chance of rescuing Charles and bringing him home.

Hand in Hand by flightinflame

Charles is used to being experimented on. Meeting one of his father's friends should have been simple, but he finds himself kidnapped. It is there, in his kidnapper's base, that he meets Erik - and that changes everything.

I want to love you but I better not touch 

Don’t touch

I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop

I want to kiss you but I want it too much 

Too much

I want to taste you 

but