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PROMPT FORMATTING:
Alphabetize pairings. They will be archived that way!
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Fill: Escalation (2g/7)

[anonymous]

"Leave the kid alone, Debbie." Clint's voice was almost a growl, and the journalist lowered her hand held microphone slightly.

"The last images we got of you in action were bad, Hawkeye," she said, more softly this time. The camera was suddenly pointed at the insect, the camerman taking a few steps away from the conversation. "It's hard to see someone else carrying your bow. It would be nice to get the 'superheroes live forever' byline."

"Do it without putting the camera on the kid," Clint shot back, "He deserves anonymity until he has a mask to use."

"We won't use anything close, nothing he can be identified from," she grinned in a way that made Peter think of sharks.

Clint's lips quirked, and he nodded as the camera swung back around to him. "I'm enjoying training the younger recruits," he said, voice come over all formal. "But a chance to get back in the action - like today - is always good fun. Any kid who thinks they have something to offer their city should approach their local group. Don't make an attempt to go it alone. Even superheroes need a team."

The journalist smiled, and turned to face her cameraman, lining up the shot with the insect as backdrop. Clint kept position, hip resting against the car, as they threw together a closing link, and smiled as Debbie lent in to kiss his cheek.

Peter missed what she said in close, not sure that Clint would have caught it either given his hearing aids had disappeared some time between the camera appearing and Peter's last glance in his direction, but Clint just nodded his reply and left them to it as the cameraman pulled out a big digital SLR that had Peter drooling a little bit and started taking still shots of the insect, of Clint and his car, of the surrounding architecture.

Dazed, and seriously confused, Peter just lent back against the car and watched it happen.