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Who; Pietro and Clint. Being bros. Sort of.
What; Arrows. Arrows.
Where; Wherever Clint lives.
When; Christmas morning! aka: before all the shit hits the fan in the Avengers quadrant.
Warning(s); Eurosnobbery. Derpery. Arrows? I'VE GOT MY PRIORITIES STRAIGHT.
[Pietro got no particular enjoyment out of Christmas, neither the idea nor the execution. Generosity for generosity's sake? No. It wasn't remotely his style. But Wanda enjoyed the holiday immensely and he tended to... tolerate it for her sake.
Which is why he was knocking (at a moderate, human-ish pace) on Barton's door at nine in the morning. His expression was pretty much made of pique and disgruntlement, but he had a duffel bag (easier than wrapping paper) slung over one shoulder. Beware speedsters bearing gifts?]
What; Arrows. Arrows.
Where; Wherever Clint lives.
When; Christmas morning! aka: before all the shit hits the fan in the Avengers quadrant.
Warning(s); Eurosnobbery. Derpery. Arrows? I'VE GOT MY PRIORITIES STRAIGHT.
[Pietro got no particular enjoyment out of Christmas, neither the idea nor the execution. Generosity for generosity's sake? No. It wasn't remotely his style. But Wanda enjoyed the holiday immensely and he tended to... tolerate it for her sake.
Which is why he was knocking (at a moderate, human-ish pace) on Barton's door at nine in the morning. His expression was pretty much made of pique and disgruntlement, but he had a duffel bag (easier than wrapping paper) slung over one shoulder. Beware speedsters bearing gifts?]