[ 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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[nailsthetarget]

[ he's never seen her before and really doesn't care, but...well, he's made a lot of weapons in his time. He knows base components when he sees them.

After a few seconds of struggle, he gets up off the couch and disappears into the other room. When he limps back, he's got an armful of stuff.

Clint eases himself back down with a soft groan. Painkiller time's juuuust around the corner. ]

Hey. If you're gonna do that, do it right.

[ he holds up the roll of tape ]

Gaffer's tape. More expensive, but everyone should have some lying around. The texture's easier to keep a grip on. Wrap the whole can, then mount the cap on the side near the bottom.

[ he wraps a pencil in the tape, cutting it off with his teeth. Then he rolls up a paper towel, folds it into a compact square, and secures it to the end of the pencil. ]

This is your wick. It'll last longer than you'd think---plus, you won't have to fuck around with the lighter. Tape it to the cap on the bottom and you can set fire to the countryside with one hand. Safely, too.

[nailsthetarget]

[ Clint actually starts laughing. It's rare for him, but at the moment it's bright and clear and real.

This kid's alright by his count. Hawkeye the dog takes this laughing as a cue to start licking his arm. ]

Where did you come from?

[mayhavepeace]

Philadelphia, originally. [ She smiles. ] Spider-man invited me and my girlfriend to stay for a couple of days.

[nailsthetarget]

Right. Right, he said you were coming. [ he grins again, laxly. The dog has taken up a serious interest in licking his arm, so the threat level has lowered from Red. ] He asked me not to shoot you.

[mayhavepeace]

I appreciate that. [ There's a beat. ] Did he also ask you to help me with my DIY flamethrower, or was that just out of the goodness of your heart?

[nailsthetarget]

That was because I happen to love arts and crafts time.

[mayhavepeace]

[ She nods. ] Well, the next time I get the urge to make macaroni pictures or Molotov cocktails, I'll give you a call.

[nailsthetarget]

[ he gets back up on the couch, flopping gracelessly with the dog still in one arm. ]

You do that. I'm all about helping shape young minds. So long as you don't set fire to an orphanage or some shit like that. I don't want to get an earful from Parker. It's hard enough to get him to shut up.