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I suspect crickets, but I'm feeling brave...
And the women of SHIELD thing has stalled...
And it's a long weekend...
So if anyone feels so inclined, throw me a character or pairing and a prompt and I will attempt a drabble.
And the women of SHIELD thing has stalled...
And it's a long weekend...
So if anyone feels so inclined, throw me a character or pairing and a prompt and I will attempt a drabble.
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"So what was your name again?" Scott asked as he loped alongside Clint towards a completely innocent and yet somehow still ominous looking white van.
"Clint."
"And what do you do?"
"I'm the archer," he said, yanking open the driver's door.
Scott nodded. "Ok, right. Clint. Arrow guy. Got it."
"Listen," Clint said, turning to peer over the top of the door at Lang, who was still loitering next to the van but not making any move to get in it. "Are you up to this or not? Cap asked me to fetch you, so I'm fetching, but if you aren't prepared --"
"No, no! I'm prepared," Scott exclaimed. "Captain America asked for my help. Mine. Scott Lang's. So… yeah. Yes. Totally. I'm totally in."
"And yet you aren't," Clint said with the merest hint of exasperation.
Scott looked at him, puzzled.
"The van," Clint explained. "Get in the van. We've got a bit of a drive ahead of us and I'd really like to get there sooner rather than later."
Scott jogged around to the other side, but stopped once the door was open. "What should I do with my suit? Should I put it on now or throw it in the back or… What do superheroes do with their stuff when they aren't using it?"
"Throw it in the back but --" Clint winced as he heard it connect with his quiver. "Watch the other gear."
"Sorry about that."
"Yeah," Clint muttered. "I hope Cap's right about you."
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