[ buckshot is my bread, and I'll drink whiskey instead of water ] [ OPEN ]

[nailsthetarget]

WHO: nailsthetarget and YOU
WHAT: Clint healing. Crankily.
WHERE: Fratvengers house
WHEN: anytime after Clint gets back
WARNINGS: Clint
SUMMARY: The Fratvengers couch has been taken over by a huge, angry archer. Good luck getting the remote back.

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/peeks in here

[allonmybirthday]

[Okay, so the guy was kind of a jerk, but Rapunzel's learned a lot about the difference between the way people presented themselves and the way they actually were. And she had been here for that great Easter party, so it wasn't like there was any real danger.

And also she could probably beat him over the head with the frying pan if it got really ugly. Which is the entire reason she steps confidently into the room after being let in, rather than hanging back.

...Oooh boy, he looked angry.]

Um... Hi.

i'm so sorry.

[nailsthetarget]

[ Clint looks at her. Really looks at her, squinting behind his glasses, because he doesn't think that he could be seeing what he thinks he is seeing right now.

This can't be real.

Shit like this doesn't exist in the real world.

Nobody has that much hair.

Unfortunately, Hawkeye the dog takes this moment to come running to see his master---and, well, the corgi has a ton of spunk, but very short legs. All that hair and his tiny legs don't mix well; Hawkeye gets tangled up with a yip. ]

What the---jesus!

[ Clint stands up, clutching his bandaged-up belly ]

My fucking dog! You---that---your hair's a fucking fire hazard!

never be sorry

[allonmybirthday]

[Well, this is going about as well as she thought it would.]

Sorry! [She kneels down catching the puppy up and carefully extracting him from the hair. The puppy squirms a little, making the process more difficult, but she manages to get him untangled and set back down on the ground.]

Whew, there! [She starts to gather up her hair in her arms, to prevent further tangles. Thankfully it's all in the same room so at least no one will be stepping on it! ...Probably...]

[nailsthetarget]

[ he's still looking at her with such a face. He's beyond annoyed. What the fuck is she doing here, with all that hair and pink and offensive niceness? He can't handle this. He can't handle the fact that people like her are real.

But he knows that if he messes with her too much, Fury'll come. He'll just appear. Clint fully believes that he'll drop out of thin air just to chew his ass out and tell him to be nice to the sparkly bitches.

Clint had taken about twice the amount of painkillers that Jan had prescribed. And Jan was pretty liberal about painkillers to begin with, so Clint was pretty loopy. ]

Why the fuck is your hair everywhere? Is that all yours? Christ.

[allonmybirthday]

[This is pretty much the exact reaction Mother always told her people would have. That doesn't actually help, but it does keep her from doing any flinching and cowering externally. Plus she's a little offended at the implication that her sixty plus feet of hair is anything other than a neatly kept length.]

It's not everywhere, it's just very long and yes, it is all mine.

[nailsthetarget]

[ he can't stop staring at her. That hair goes on FOREVER. How is that even possible? ]

That is...wow. Shit, who do you think you are? Rapunzel?

[allonmybirthday]

Well... Yes.

[She shifts a little, uncomfortable. It's really unnerving how well known she seems to be to apparently everyone.]