Hawkeye / Clint Barton

She listens intently to his description, eyes wide and a smile on her face. When he signs, her face lights up even more and she begins to sign back to him..... [ Everyone I know is learning still, so I have to use the phone. This is better. I was gonna order food, you hungry? ]

Hey...best friends don't knock. If boob grabbing is happening, one needs to put a tie on the doorknob. It's the code.

"I'm glad someone is having fun...." \\ I just love this ship so much. I might be the only one, but damn, that would be fun. BartonWing ship? I'm so bad with these names.\\

She nods as he lists off things whiskey is good for. One of the things has her confused, so she types on her phone and then shows him the screen.... 📱 > what's a molotov?? A drink?? She offers him the bottle with a kind smile.

Nursing wounds isn't something that bothers her because she can't feel it. They'll heal any minute now— The whiskey helps.

twenty years and he never learned to knock.

my boobs, my rights.

hey—

sometimes, you've just got to grab your own boobs for emotional support.

Certainly one of those days. Long sigh...