the same thing and either way I’m so creeped out!!! I can’t imagine what the connection is between these two, why does he want to get back at Bucky so badly…what happened?!?! 😱😱
Chris Evans (as Jimmy Dobyne) in ‘The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond’, (2008). Dir. Jodie Markell.
Jfc this man and those features, those perfectly placed beauty marks on his face and neck, those ridiculous curtains he calls lashes, and his ability to grow perfect facial hair. Stick a fork in me, I’m done 💦
Summary: As a senior in college, you kept your nose clean and never partied. You were at the top of your class, set to graduate with honors summa cum laude; unlike Clint Barton. In an effort to get a passing grade and graduate, he asked for your help. What could possibly go wrong? Word Count: 1,959 Warnings: Language, fluff, possible smut, heavy angst I’m sorry Author’s Note: I shouldn’t be this excited about how much angst there is. Something is wrong with me.
My work is not to be posted on any other sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc.) without my express written permission. Reblogs are fine.
Six o’clock came a lot faster than normal. Probably because you were dreading going to the campus library. Between high school and college, you had tutored many students, even going so far as to help several adults that had gone without their GED. You also volunteered at the local animal shelter and rescues; spending time with the depressed, scared, and heartbroken animals.
But Clint Barton wasn’t any of those people. He partied every night of the week, hung out with the wrong crowd, allowed them to influence his decisions. Yes, he was a grown ass man that could do as he wished, therefore, you had no right to sit there and think of him as if he were someone you cared about. You didn’t have time to care about someone like him.
Wow. How had you become that person? You had been compassionate and empathetic your entire life, putting others before yourself, no matter the situation.
Angry at yourself, you shoved out of bed, took a quick shower, got dressed, grabbed your bag, and headed out of the apartment. It wasn’t a long walk, which you were thankful for, but the air was crisper than you thought it would be. So, upon seeing that your favorite coffee stand was open, you grabbed a cup, put on your best game face, and strolled into the library.
To your surprise, Clint was already there. Granted, he had his feet kicked up onto the table and was leaning back in the chair, balancing on the back two legs. His head was hanging back and his eyes were closed.
“Of course he’s sleeping,” you grumbled yourself.
“I heard that,” Clint chuckled.
“Damn it,” you ground out before approaching the table.
“I heard that, too.” Clint managed not to tip the chair over as he brought his feet off the table.
Star Barnes' Writing Blog 
