[closed]

[checkthetapes]

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.

Comments

[hawkwards]

( The prospect of actually living on a permanent basis with the rest of the 'Avengers' was something that did not jive with Clint on any level. When Coulson had been around, the two of them and Natasha had begun to stockpile and prepare a base of operations in one of the residential zones, and that was still Clint's home base of sorts. The location wasn't exactly a secret, but he still wasn't expecting visitors. Especially not so early in the morning.

WOW THIS TURNED INTO PROSE. Tl;dr - Clint opened the door looking pissed off because it was early, even though Pietro hadn't exactly woken him up. )

... DAT POUT. too soon?

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[And for his part, he just ignored Barton's sour look and thrust the duffel bag at him wordlessly.]

YOU DO THAT AND I ONLY USE THAT ICON FOREVER

[hawkwards]

( Clint just. Stares at this bag. What do. )

Is this like a bomb, or something?

PERHAPS THAT IS MY MASTER PLAN ALL ALONG

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[eyeroll.]

Yes, Barton. It's a bomb. Do open it so we can both die horribly in the resultant cataclysm.

YOU FIEND

[hawkwards]

It says a lot about you that I could actually believe that.

( still. just. staring. )

muahahah

[checkthetapes]

[well stare all you'd like, he's not going to even acknowledge your incredulity. He is capable of being a decent human being sometimes, you know.]

It says equally as much about your inability to judge character.

[Does he mean himself, or Natasha? ONE WONDERS.]

8(

[hawkwards]

( Clint just offers him the blandest of looks. Gosh Pietro it's not like you tried to kill his partner, or anything. )

So. What is it?

DON'T HATE ME BECAUSE I'M SPEEDY, HATE ME BECAUSE I'M A JERK? :D??

[checkthetapes]

[he didn't 'try' to kill her. If he'd been trying to kill her he would have succeeded. AND YOU'LL NOTE THAT HE STOPPED ANTAGONIZING HER WHEN YOU VOUCHED FOR HER yeah that's trust right there bro.]

Open it up and find out.

[FOLDING HIS ARMS RN.]

/HATES FOR BOTH REASONS

[hawkwards]

( opening this up so gingerly, talking all the while... )

Didn't figure you for the celebrating type.

... :'( l-love is over??

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I'm not. The date is mere coincidence. I certainly have no use for them.

['them' being an assortment of arrows, of course.

and he's lying. the date isn't coincidental at all. but admitting it? no. no thank you.]

maybe. (nottalking)

[hawkwards]

( clint just. stares. and then begins examining them with a critical eye, turning a few over in his fingers, checking balance and length and whatever else is important about arrows like hell i actually know. )

And you just happen to have a bag full of arrows lying around.

baw forever ;-;

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No. I found them, mostly. Junkyard salvage.

[HUFF.]

there there

[hawkwards]

( oh that means. he put effort into this. suddenly clint can't hold all these feels. )

Thanks?

hold me hallie

[checkthetapes]

[twitches.]

Don't mention it.

[no, literally. don't.]

I could use coffee.

[since we're still standing on your doorstep you idiot and it's getting HAWKWARDS out here with all these feels.]

/cradles gently

[hawkwards]

Really? Because I think caffeine is the last thing you need.

( he's joking. maybe. but he stands aside anyway and ushers pietro in. i have no idea how much time nat actually spends in this place, so let us pretend it is distinctly clint-y: undercoated, not untidy but with a sense of being lived in, a few articles of clothing and miscellaneous equipment lying out. the kitchen is off to one side, again very simple, with like a wooden table and a few chairs. clint jabs his thumb that way to tell pietro to sit down, and then he goes to make coffee. )

/burrows

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I metabolize it too quickly for it to have any affect on me.

[but he takes a seat anyways, albeit gingerly. This place is. More or less a mess, and he's a snob. He doesn't comment on it, but his expression (DISHONOUR ON YOU, DISHONOUR ON YOUR NATASHA COW etc etc) is pretty plain.]