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AND I AM DEAD. I CANNOT HANDLE THE HOTNESS. THE WAY NATASHA IS LOOKING AT STEVE. HER HAND AROUND HIS NECK, THUMB BRUSHING HIS EAR. THE HOODIES. I JUST CANNOT. I DON’T EVEN SHIP THESE TWO BUT GODDAMN. AND I MEAN CLEALY THEY ARE MAKING OUT FOR COVER BUT I JUST….
I NEED TO LIE DOWN.
IF ANYONE NEEDS ME, I’LL BE IN MY BUNK.
(What’s really ironic is that I just spent twenty minutes this weekend talking about how and why I don’t ship Steve/Natasha. Winter Soldier might prove me wrong on that. Fuck, these set photos might prove me very wrong on that.)
(Also, my tumblr dashboard is not filled with fans of various flavors freaking out about this, which I suppose says good things about my dashboard but I’m actually almost disappointed. And then I went into the Clintasha tag which was full of fans who new to fandom, HILARIOUSLY YOUNG, or both.)
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