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It's been two days since Hawkeye was last here. (Rather more in Milliways, of course, but she doesn't know that.) Two busy days -- between the catch-up paperwork and the rush of pulling together a raid on arms smugglers in a day and a half, she hasn't had much time to think about impossible (and possibly imaginary) bars.
It was a very productive raid, though.
Which means lots more paperwork tomorrow, but so it goes. Hawkeye doesn't have to deal with that until tomorrow; for tonight, she's going home.
--Well. That was the plan. Instead, the front door of her apartment building just turned into quite a different door.
The dog at her feet barks twice, startled. Hawkeye just breathes out, and tells her shoulders to relax.
It was a very productive raid, though.
Which means lots more paperwork tomorrow, but so it goes. Hawkeye doesn't have to deal with that until tomorrow; for tonight, she's going home.
--Well. That was the plan. Instead, the front door of her apartment building just turned into quite a different door.
The dog at her feet barks twice, startled. Hawkeye just breathes out, and tells her shoulders to relax.