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[clint_barton]

*carries Jen off to the small apartment he's been maintaining in New York. It's not much. Spartan would be the best description. A queen-size bed and a weight bench are the only peices of furniture. A tv rests on an impromptu stand made from milk crates. Two calendars, featuring hot girls leaning against shiny cars adorn the walls. Once

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[gammagammahey]

*actually very impressed, really, and even lets him see it*

That was amazing....I guess I shouldn't tell you how much I really weigh, or else your ego will swell again and engulf planets. Awww, my poor Atlas.

*picks him up in return, heading for the bed*

[clint_barton]

It's kinda...impolite...to talk about a lady's weight.

*he grins up at her, obviously a little worse for wear, but trying not to let it show*

Never do it. Ever.

[gammagammahey]

*She reaches the bed, putting him down verrry gently*

My poor baby. Medic! As delicate as a spun glass something. How have you ever survived this long without a big strong girl to work your quads?

Clint? If I sit on this bed, is it going to break?

[clint_barton]

Dunno.

*he tilts his head, curious*

It's only ever had me on it. Plus, I got it really cheap. Fell off the back of a truck.

((Here.))

[gammagammahey]

(( I couldn't resist. And TAG!))