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[70_pull_weight]

WHO: Hawkeye and anyone
WHERE: Downtown
WHEN: Late Halloween night.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Someone has to help little old ladies cross the street with all you young whippersnappers running around in your devil masks.
FORMAT: Whatever floats your boat.

Comments

th...this post is so cute, i couldn't resist...

[girlyboywonder]

She'd heard the scream, same as -- as whoever that was with the arrows -- only it'd been less of a dash to help and more of a swing-by-grappling line to see what the issue was. She'd intended to head off the way she'd come when she'd seen it was nothing, only it'd looked like the show wasn't quite over. So it was this particular Robin had ended up staying a while, watching with a little unconstrained amusement from the rooftops.

She almost felt bad for him, really. Little old ladies could be vicious. Not that she had any plans on helping out or anything, she was pretty happy to keep up her stalking/grinning routine from above.

Didn't you *just post* a hiatus?

[70_pull_weight]

Little old ladies were the reason that the phrase 'killing with kindness' existed. It had to be some sort of plot.

Although the offer to move furniture in exchange for homemade banana nut muffins tomorrow morning was tempting.

He could deal without that being shouted from the second floor window as she told him to be careful on the way home, though. Clint turned and waved up at her.

And that's when he saw the girl watching him. Was it a girl? He wasn't sure if you could convince a guy to wear that costume.

As he'd pulled back his cowl to calm the old woman down, the cocked eyebrow look that he was giving the figure was evident.

yes i did. it was *just that cute.* B|

[girlyboywonder]

She'd watched the performance through to the amusing end and had been just about to contentedly take off again, when -- ugh. The old lady had just had to call out one last thing from a higher window and make him look up, hadn't she? Well, it was too late to duck now. That lady had it out for everyone, didn't she?

Carrie paused, ran through a half a dozen possible courses of action, and settled on the most direct. A quick hop took her to the edge of the roof where she caught a precarious perch.

"Gotta watch the older ones, spud," she called, just loud enough to be heard from the street. "Don't know if it's loneliness or what, but they'll keep you years."

I aim to wreck hiatuses.

[70_pull_weight]

"Tell me about it." The hop had convinced him that she wasn't in any danger of falling up there. Talking instead of running was a point in her favor as well, enough that he could take his eyes off her to do what he really wanted to do, which was dig the food out of his quiver before it...

crumbled... and...

Got all over...

"Fuck." He pulled out two arrows and glared at them, as if it was their fault that there was sticky crumbs in the feathers. Rummaging around some more, he came up with a flaky handful of crumbs that the wind blew off his hand. "Dessert. The silent killer."

i want to make an archery pun here, i really do. but i think i'll spare you.

[girlyboywonder]

That just pushed the grin a little wider. "Figure you'll know better, next time." How come they never talked about this kind of thing in heroing handbooks? 'Beware old ladies, they'll gum up your projectiles with baked goods'? Could be helpful.

And speaking of projectiles, she had to admit to herself that it was a little nice to see someone in the city taking up a bow and arrow. It served both as a pleasant reminder of home and to make her want a closer look. She hopped forward one more time -- right off the edge of the roof. By now it was a simple matter to lighten her density right before impact, so she landed with a cheery bounce and no harm done.

"So who're you, anyway?" she asked, heading over and watching the guy curiously. The color scheme was all off. Maybe this guy was the Purple Arrow.

Be my guest.

[70_pull_weight]

"When assisting little old ladies, bring the arrows with plastic vanes. Got it."

He watched her fall with some concern. Clint can see that it's controlled, that she'll land just fine, but there's a difference between a kid that knows what she's doing and doesn't. The former gets his full support; he's just not 100% sure that she isn't the latter.

"I'm Hawkeye," he replies as he gives up on cleaning out the feathers. He'll just have to get new ones. "Or Clint. Neither one's much of a secret."

no, no. my decision to spare you is all about self-sacrifice and totally not that i'm uncreative.

[girlyboywonder]

Purple Arrow, Hawkeye, same thing. She spent just a little longer studying him before offering a smile, maybe a little sunnier than a stranger would normally get. She couldn't help it. It was definitely the archery theme.

"Robin," she said, and amended it with her customary disclaimer of, "One of 'em, anyway." It was a little strange not being the only Robin around anymore. It sure changed how she introduced herself, at least. "I'd give a second name too, only that is a secret."

Your humility will not stop me.

[70_pull_weight]

"Howdy, Robin." He hadn't been sure which name he'd been given until she said the other one was a secret. That made Robin the codename, given the outfit.

"One of 'em, huh? So where's your flock?"