In a market place or on main street you are mine
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A short story by wildechilde17 posted on commaful. watch the rest: https://archiveofourown.o...

In a market place or on main street you are mine

He throws his head back and laughs when she puts the ears on. There are still circles under his eyes.

They are his special version of blue and not red raw like they were on the security tapes she’d scrutinized or in the face that turned on her bow in hand, but they are tired and lined.

She cocks her head to the side and tries to hide the fact that it worries her.

“Hot damn Red! That’s a look and a half.” She pulls them off and shakes out her curls.

“Shut it Barton.” He puts his hand to his mouth as he laughs again, the seam of a vein running down his forearm, up his bicep and under his t- shirt.

He fiddles with his SHIELD cell in his other hand.

“You put them on. You actually put them on. I gotta get a picture. Nat put ‘em back on so I can get a picture.”

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