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[westcoasts]

CLINT BARTON, hawkeye.
text — audio — video.

( occasionally confused for the OTHER hawkeye )

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Sometime after the announcement goes out for the event

[mockingbirdy]

We're going to do this thing together right?

[westcoasts]

do you really need to ask? can't get rid of me that easily.

[mockingbirdy]

[A little ouch.]

To be clear. Do you want me to just assume you're going to do whatever I want then or ... how does this not asking work?

[westcoasts]

( ugggh.

—that's not what he meant. )

no, I just assumed we'd be going in together.

[notthatstraight]

[Clint receives a picture with no comment]

[westcoasts]

( s q u i n t )

kate.

why does it look like you have my dog?

[notthatstraight]

if by your dog you mean Lucky
then yes
I do have him

[westcoasts]

there isn't any other dog i'd mean.
so
why do you have my dog?

Some Moorecroft evening, around 9 pm.

[mockingbirdy]

[Bobbi knows that Clint has to get up early so she doesn't want to bother him when she's done working if he's asleep so she messages him instead.]

You awake?

[westcoasts]

( the thing with clint and sleep is that, more or less, he can sleep anywhere, ay time. the other thing is that he considers 9pm an obscene time to even be considering sleep — too late for a nap, too early for sleep, particularly in the summer. particularly when their house doesn't have blackout curtains, particularly when the last of the day's sun is insistent on shining into the bedroom, on making it feel more like late afternoon than almost-night. )

the ceiling's not level.

( "yes." )

[mockingbirdy]

make sure your doors unlocked.

[Bobbi spends about five minutes washing her face, brushing her teeth and changing into a pair of sleeping shorts and a too big t-shirt that she'd swiped from Clint at some point. Her hair is pulled back in a messy bun the kind of thing that Clint was used to for a long time but probably hasn't seen much outside of living here together again. What can she say she normally tries to look her best around him.

She opens the door to his bedroom and gives him a shy smile. It's not sexy, not the kind of oh hey I'm here to hook up that she might have done other times. That they've done to each other many times. It's just an effort for something normal and soft.]

You down for some company?

[westcoasts]

???

( is all he sends because he's quite aware that no-one has ever respected him locking the front door to his own apartment, let alone any other door — and even if that wasn't the case, he's used to not even having a bedroom door, let alone thinking about locking it.

even so, he can guess at what she's getting at, guess that she'll be making an appearance at some point, whether it's soon or in a couple of hours. what he doesn't quite guess is that it's mere minutes later, doesn't expect to see her wearing one of his t-shirts, doesn't expect the small, almost hesitant smile. she's dressed down in a way that he knows she normally reserves for when she's by herself, in a way that he privately thinks is just as hot as when she dresses up, or whatever the term is for wearing lingerie.

he's in just a t-shirt, boxers, and socks, not so much over the covers as 'has shoved the covers messily to one end of the bed with his feet'. the pillows are strewn about in the sort of way that suggests he's had difficulties in keeping still and has spent time trying to hunt out the cool side of each one in turn before discarding them whenever the warmth got too much.

the smile she gets in return is soft and bright, not the cocky, self-assured smile most people get most of the time. )

Only for you.

text | un: spider-man

[keepitgoing]

Dude, these post-curfew bots are BAD NEWS.
They do NOT like bedtime rebellion. 😭

[westcoasts]

how upset did you make them?

[keepitgoing]

They shot me! 😭

So I guess RELATIVELY upset.
But I have that effect on mean people. Robots? Both.

[westcoasts]

( ???!! )

???

this better not be you asking for medical attention because we're gonna be having words if it is.

un: aurora | text

[arora]

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[westcoasts]

( wHAT. )

hey, aur, don't suppose there's any chance you can repeat that in english?

( —probably not. )

2/2 lol

[westcoasts]

( AFTER A WHILE— )

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text; @vdova

[waytodie]

I get drunk and say inappropriate things...
...you get drunk and sleep with inappropriate people.

This is just what we do.
Why should we be judged for that?

[westcoasts]

( a long, long pause. )

what do you know about who I sleep with?

( notably, not a denial. )

[waytodie]

I do not know anything about your sex life, nor do I have any wish to know the details of such things.
But it does not take a rocket scientist to figure out that you make questionable dating choices after knowing you for five minutes, Clint Barton.

text; @vdova [10/15 @ 2:33am]

[waytodie]

Are you still here?

[westcoasts]

( about forty minutes later— )

yeeep.

( that's all she gets, soz. )

[waytodie]

Oh, good.
At least someone has not yet disappeared on me.