@Clint
Much to Dee’s surprise, the streets were actually populated despite the fact it was still relatively early in the morning. Her route took her past a bank that looked like it had seen better days; the windows were destroyed and the entire complex just looked, well, sad. Many of the people seemed to ignore the building and its state of destruction and continued on with their morning as though everything was fine. And for all she knew, everything could have been fine.
Except for the fact that her skin wouldn’t stop crawling and not once did the feeling of unease leave the pit of her stomach. There was no way that there were this man mutants, she ad never encountered such a high concentration of them before. The thought was hardly disconcerting, if anything, she was almost relieved.
It was so rare for her to run into others, so seeing this many made her feel almost giddy. It meant that no longer were they scared or in hiding.
She was so lost in thought at the woman failed to see the oncoming pedestrian. Dee quickly darted to the side, hoping to avoid running in to the man but still she felt her shoulder connect painfully with his. The woman stopped abruptly and hesitated a few moments before apologizing with a quick, “sorry!” Her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied the man, he looked incredibly familiar.
Clint had just been struck by the nanobots, so he was currently talking with Willy, one of his best friends when the woman ran into him. He, of course, was much larger than her so her shoulder scraping by him wasn’t so much as a big deal unlike her half-assed apology.
He remained standing up straight and turned his attention to her, “I’m not sure where you’re from but we don’t give half assed apologies to heroes.” The man was, of course, referring to saving the bank, he was intending to send the same bank a bill for the heroics since you don’t get a hero for hire for free.
His eyes remained cold and calculated, he was sizing her up as a hand patted himself in case she were a pickpocket. What he learned from his pre-soldier days was that no one in New York City bumps into you unless they were taking your cash. It seemed granted and a given that only the naive would take a weak apology and think nothing of it, Clint’s seen far too much to know that there’s nobody to trust other than yourself and family. Willy was his family and he was going to protect the younger man in whatever way he could.
His pockets seemed untouched but his gaze remained on the woman. “What d’ya want?”
She leaned into his hold, happily wrapping her arms around his neck. It had been far too long since she had seen him and she half wanted to give him a cuff upside the head but she refrained. “Clint… I… Where have you been?”
“You know…,” his voice trailed off for a bit. Since their separation he’s done many things with Avengers Academy, S.H.I.E.L.D. work and more. He’s been busy but all that matters is that they are here and safe. “…just remaining the best marksman in the world,” his grin appears and he tightens his hold as he kisses her once more.
(Source: bowandarrowtype)
itssupergirlbitch replied to your post: “It’s too soon, Clint.” /tear tear
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 | itssupergirlbitch: "It's too soon, Clint." /tear tear |
Although the two had only just met one another, here he was, showing weakness in front of her. He took a labored breath, the man had been shot merely minutes ago, attempting to calm his breathing he looked her in the eyes and realized just why Cap loved her so much because shewasthefemaleversionofhimself she was ethereal.
“Kara…I…,” he coughs as the blood pours into his lung. The bullet has entered from the side and went inbetween his ribs, striking the vital organ. “I-I…I wish y-you… the best with… Cap.”
“T-t-take…,” he stopped. No matter how much blood he had spit out, he had drowned in his own blood, dying midsentence.
Put “it’s too soon” in my inbox, and I’ll tell you my last words as I die in your arms.
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As soon as Anthea’s feet touched the ground again, a sudden wave of guilt and shame overwhelmed her; she had lost control of her emotions and had kissed a complete stranger. Yeah, he was a great kisser, easy to get along with, and one helluva charmer, but her heart lay with another man back at the Brotherhood complex. Anthea flushed a deep red and rearranged her clothes, patting down her hair so that the fly-aways smoothed out (only to pop back up again, to Anthea’s dismay).
Clint was a bit offended that he was sort of the rebound or whatever the hell it’s called but yet she obviously enjoyed it if she was blushing and avoiding eye contact. He felt as if she was trying to be modest about the kiss, but when he listened to her words, he wasn’t sure what to think. He let her dismiss herself when he rubbed his shoulder trying to figure out just what the hell just happened. Did she get embarrassed? Is that a cover story? Just what is it that got her telling him a story now of all times?
Clint stood still as he thought to himself, his arm still rubbing at his stiff neck. Passing by him was a strange that seemed to have been wearing his quiver and had his bow at hand, he didn’t notice however until the man disappeared in between some stalls when his mind processed the image that he wasn’t focused at. He turned to look at the direction the man disappeared into and ran after him.
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“Clint, I…” She trailed off. As words failed her, Bobbi settled with tightening her grip around the man instead.
He lifted her up, smiling as he did so. “It’s good to see you again, birdie.”
(Source: bowandarrowtype)
“I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t miss you, Bobbi.”
(Source: bowandarrowtype)
Etch turned herself around, her long hair tangling between them, so she was facing him, still in his arms. She was tall enough that she didn’t have to look up to far to meet his eyes, although he somewhat dwarfed her slim frame. She grinned up at him, placing a hand on his forearm, and raised an eyebrow.
“I have a feeling this is the point where irritatingly simpering girls talk about how tall you are, but seeing as I’m not exactly petite, I’m afraid that line of conversation is somewhat out of the question. Actually, I’m afraid most of the lines of conversation typically picked up in this situation are out of the question, so I’m going to go with I am very keen to see you shoot some arrows someday.”
He liked that she was rather blunt, it was amusing. He grinned let out a good and short laugh. “I’ve never said you had to reply with anything, other than coming with me to the ice rink.” He took her hand and spun her around, so after having made a complete 360 spin, she was now looking at him once more but this time with some space between them.
“Let me show you how to have some fun. It’d be nice to relax and enjoy ourselves on a date, don’t you think?”
