I’m an orphan raised by carnies fighting with a stick and a string from the Paleolithic era. So when I say this looks “bad”? I promise you it feels worse.
“Oh, no, Simmons.”
When Fitz ran in and saw her, covered in blood, he felt his world tilting. She was kneeling on the ground, and she looked up at him with heavy eyelids when he said her name.
“Fitz –” Her voice was a croak.
“Don’t try to talk,” Fitz said, running towards her and tossing away his gun. “It’s going to be okay. Just hold on, alright?”
He grabbed her and pressed her ear to his chest. “It’s going to be fine. Stay awake. Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that. Keep your breathing calm, because –”
“Leopold Fitz, would you shut up for a second?” He did. “It’s not my blood.” Oh.
He let go of her. She sat up and resumed tending to the wounded as best she could. “Oh,” he said sheepishly. “Well, how was I supposed to know?”
She couldn’t quite check her grin.
Let’s face it: we as the fans might be angry forever at the shafting of Hawkeye in the first Avengers movie by Whedon, but we’ll never be as salty as Renner himself is about it.
sif week day two » sif’s costumes:
↳ tdw armour
Sandcastles? What does he think we are? A couple of children?