[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?

[checkthetapes]

[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

[checkthetapes]

[eyeroll.]

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