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Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
One
Clint walks into Tony’s kitchen - which is fast becoming the Avengers’ kitchen in his mind - and almost walks back out again when he sees how busy it is. It’s not that he doesn’t like his team, it’s just that - bar Tony - none of them are comfortable with events like the one they’re getting prepared to go to and Clint doesn’t like the antsy atmosphere it creates between them.
Right now, though, he’s already been spotted by Bruce, who waves at him, and Clint sighs. No retreat this time, then. Instead, he looks around, trying to figure out who he might be best avoiding. Tony and Pepper are at the table, Pepper no doubt reminding Tony that he needs to behave tonight. Bruce’s attention is back on Thor as the demi-god talks and Natasha, Natasha’s sitting up on one of the kitchen counters with her eyes closed. She’s in the middle of her keep-calm routine and there’s no way he’s going to interrupt that. Which leaves him with Steve.
Two
The place where Clint has taken cover had been the best option at the time, he knows, but it’s still far from ideal and if he stays much longer his chance of survival is going to fall even further. Even knowing that, though, he can’t bring himself to move just yet. He wants to rest just a little while longer before facing the problem he’s faced with. The bullet wound in his shoulder is throbbing and he’s losing too much blood even with the makeshift bandage he’s managed to throw together - and if the blood loss doesn’t kill him, an infection from the dirty fabric bandage probably will.
One
Clint walks into Tony’s kitchen - which is fast becoming the Avengers’ kitchen in his mind - and almost walks back out again when he sees how busy it is. It’s not that he doesn’t like his team, it’s just that - bar Tony - none of them are comfortable with events like the one they’re getting prepared to go to and Clint doesn’t like the antsy atmosphere it creates between them.
Right now, though, he’s already been spotted by Bruce, who waves at him, and Clint sighs. No retreat this time, then. Instead, he looks around, trying to figure out who he might be best avoiding. Tony and Pepper are at the table, Pepper no doubt reminding Tony that he needs to behave tonight. Bruce’s attention is back on Thor as the demi-god talks and Natasha, Natasha’s sitting up on one of the kitchen counters with her eyes closed. She’s in the middle of her keep-calm routine and there’s no way he’s going to interrupt that. Which leaves him with Steve.
Two
The place where Clint has taken cover had been the best option at the time, he knows, but it’s still far from ideal and if he stays much longer his chance of survival is going to fall even further. Even knowing that, though, he can’t bring himself to move just yet. He wants to rest just a little while longer before facing the problem he’s faced with. The bullet wound in his shoulder is throbbing and he’s losing too much blood even with the makeshift bandage he’s managed to throw together - and if the blood loss doesn’t kill him, an infection from the dirty fabric bandage probably will.