barton.

Steve couldn’t fuck me right if I gave him an instruction manual and a helping hand.

Lil sumn sumn.

She thinks back affectionately on Bruce listing her former trysts, and something’s been making her laugh. Firstly, she’s mostly sure her (ethnic, favourite) Clint is gay, and secondly, he completely forgot about James.

I got a man, I got a bitch, I’m a banana, they gotta split.

First of all, edible arrangement, you were just telling me about the various shades of vanilla you were running through.

YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHERE I STAY.

Tell him to knuck if he fuckin’ bucks.

“Physically incapable of leaving that Brooklyn shit alone,” she sighs, “but we’ll see. I’m exploring ... other prospects.” It’s complicated, but when isn’t it? She’s never been for the straight and narrow. “How’s, well —“ anyone, really.