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/   cb !!  rally the evil smoking buddies

cursedwithrage

// yes, i’m 5 days late, but i don’t care lol
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oceaneias

/ㅤ@disreguard,  !!
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-HAWKEYES

// *loud gasp* yesss, plsss. I miss them smm <333
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-HAWKEYES

"It looks interesting... whatcha reading?"
          
          
          // <333

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   "Psht,  she ain't gonna say anythin'.  She'll kick  *me*  out for stealin'  *your*  attention."  He huffed with an unimpressed look,  flipping his hand over almost to make sure it was him that would keep her attention as he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand slowly.  "D'aw,  stop.  You do all that talking like you're not the prettiest girl I'll ever see—  I'm the luckiest guy out there." 
            
            /   @-HAWKEYES   i'm so late w this but i'm missing them again...... shhhhh
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-HAWKEYES

"I am planning to," he said, in a playful tone of conspiracy. "If Florence doesn't kick me out for stealing your attention all to myself," she joked, resting her hand on top of his. "You're looking especially handsome today, Mr. Turner. Although I'm aware I've said it yesterday. And before that, too. But it was true, every single time."
            
            
            // <3333
            a reply from you always makes MY DAY, toooo !! seriouslyy xx
            TYSMMMM !!!! xx
            I'm glad you're doing okayyy (((: <333
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   He closed his book and pushed it to the side,  instead choosing to lean forward and lend his full attention to Kate.  A much better place to put his focus,  he thought earnestly,  finding her laugh to immediately brighten what had been previously a boring day.  "Yeah,  'course.  That sounds good to me.  Are you gonna stay 'til then?"  
            
            /   @-HAWKEYES   i'm glad to hear things are better though xx  it's okay,  put yourself first!!  any reply from you ever makes my DAY so don't fret.  tysm,  i'm doing okay  :)))
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"I... I didn't even start with the craziest questions!" she pretended to hold a 'red' pill in her right hand and a 'blue' pill in her left, but they were actually caps of different soda brands. "*Red*, you transport yourself into the world of your favourite book. *Blue*, you bring your favourite character into our world! Which do you choose?!"
          
          
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   When she leaned forward,  one of his hands floated towards the side of her neck before sliding it up to cup her cheek.  "S'pose it don't,  no."  He offered with a smile,  closing the distance between them and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.  He was helpless and she was intoxicating.  
            
            /   @-HAWKEYES
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She loved observing his face when he was deeply, lost into thinking— actually, she loved observing his face, full stop. All the micro expressions he did, while he, too, tried to read her... it was easy for him, at this point, really. She let out a chuckle when he 'figured her out', and leaned forward— wiggling her eyebrows to him. "Does that really matter, babe?"
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   He accepted the pillow as it was thrown at him with a shake of his head,  resting it on his lap as he listened to her explain the whole concept of how those things worked.  Which was funny,  because he was sure that game had a winner!  "Oh,  okay.  Is that really how the game ends or did'ja just make that bit up?"  
            
            /   @-HAWKEYES
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   He smiled and nodded in the affirmative,  glancing back out to the view with a thoughtful look.  He quickly turned back,  lighting her cigarette and putting the lighter back into his pocket.  He kept his eyes on her,  as if trying to figure out her reaction and silently dropping the act of curiosity.  "You can't tell anyone,"  he stated carefully,  a serious tone settling underneath it despite everything else.  "I stole from him.  He sent someone to get it back and— I—"  his focus faltered,  looking around them for a few seconds with a skittish energy.  "They  died."  A hushed whisper,  keeping the rest of the story unsaid because he was sure Natasha could pick up what had happened there.  "So.  Y'know.  I think he's probably gonna kill me."  
          
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   As they got to the rooftop,  Jack quickly stepped forward and looked out at the view.  It really was lovely,  he thought,  the kind of thing you'd want to sit down and paint.  Maybe another day,  though—  he didn't quite have the tranquillity to commit to that in the moment.  He got the pack of cigarettes out from his pocket,  taking one out and offering them to her in slow and precise movements.  He seemed to think for a moment,  before clearing his throat and looking at her properly.  "Does the name Kingpin mean anythin' ta you?"  He asked idly,  as if only vaguely wondering out of curiosity.  Because...  well,  it was difficult to explain.  
          
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  It was a series of observations Jack would never consider to piece together,  in the end,  which might be why he was so flawed in his criminal stints.  He did little thinking,  just jumped into crime and tried to climb back out of it.  He had to accept the cuts and the bruises as they came,  only a result of reaching through the brambles to the other side—  to a life of crime that never really suited him.  He never wondered what he'd be like if he wasn't raised the way he was,  the thoughts would either disappoint or upset--  he was only what he had now.  "Sure."  He nodded,  finding himself looking forward to the moment they were actually alone so he could admit his wrongdoings.  And,  maybe,  ask for help.  Which was an embarrassing feat and he hated that,  but he couldn't ask anyone else.  
          
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   Any other time,  it might've been intimidating to know that someone you were talking to was genius enough to practically know what you were thinking.  But,  he began to trust it—  because if she hadn't used anything against him before,  it would be silly to start now.  He wasn't sure how much she knew of his tendencies,  but he would have to tell her—  she was a professional,  and he needed some help.  The waiting game was first,  though,  as he looked around the apartment as if relieved to see something so...  normal.  "No,  m'okay,  thanks."  He took the coat and almost immediately shrugged it on,  knowing that his imminent cigarette would only help him in his attempts to warm up a bit.  
          
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   He shoved the cigarettes alongside the lighter in his pocket,  trying to push through and wait a moment until they arrived wherever they were going.  Besides,  he should probably be more careful.  The librarian looked up,  then back to the spy with a look of intrigue poorly-hidden behind the walls of his typical personality.  "Uh.  Yeah,  maybe.  Thanks."  He was a lot colder than he was willing to admit,  but he had to start realising that it didn't matter how good he thought he was at lying and being nonchalant,  Natasha always knew.  It was her job,  anyway.  
          
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   He made an idle noise of confirmation,  a question on the tip of his tongue as he looked around and double checked that nobody was following them.  Even when she stopped into a convenience store for some reason,  he was on high alert with his shoulders practically up to his ears,  relaxing slightly when she returned.  Particularly because he saw what she came back with,  and he almost couldn't help the wide and ridiculous grin that spread onto his face as he chuckled out of what must've been relief.  "Thank you,"  he said awkwardly,  the words feeling so foreign to his voice.  "Ya didn't have to do that."  
          
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   He threw his jacket on and shoved the lighter into the pocket,  smiling along with her because he had the ability to feel a little lighter when she was there.  The thing was,  he was fairly sure he  *was*  being followed,  so he didn't actually mind her typical paranoia when it came to...  everything.  Jack wasn't usually paranoid,  but it was a different matter when he  *knew*  someone was after him.  "Okay."  He conceded with a shrug,  putting his hands into his pockets and deciding to follow her—  well,  he  did  trust her,  but saying that out loud was weird and overwhelming and he might start questioning it.  And he didn't really want to question her.  "Well,  I'll hold'ja to that.  Is it too far from here?"  
          
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   He also tended to enjoy the silence,  sometimes rifling through his thoughts but often just processing the silence.  He had a lot of quiet in the library,  and one might get bored or frustrated after so long--  but not Jack.  It was that few hours of peace he couldn't get at his apartment.  Except...  well,  he'd been a bit more paranoid as of late.  For reasons he slightly worried about getting into.  It was probably safer to tell someone,  though.  He didn't rush through the closing up process,  but he wasn't particularly slow either—  he just did things as he'd usually do them,  giving himself a bit of time to wonder if he should tell her about his...  uhh...  potentially massive mistake.  When he emerged from the library,  he locked the door behind him and turned to her quietly.  "Thanks,"  he muttered,  reaching to take his stuff back with a small,  appreciative look.  "Where did'ja wanna go?"  
          
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