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recalibration) wrote2016-02-26 02:35 pm
recalibration) wrote2016-02-26 02:35 pm
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Kinda glad I wasn't the one being put through the floor.
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vision might not've gotten it at the time but, something tells me he gets it now.
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1/2
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trust me, i've killed a lot of people and now that I know it was HYDRA...made me wonder.
like i said, vision understand.
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you're right.
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[ he's not even sure if his sage advice and jokes are helping.
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i'm sure i could ask natasha. O:-)
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the stories of my being wrong have been widely exaggerated by romanoff.
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this is just going to be filth and emotions, ok.
And Clint—
Arguably, he loses the most. Laura goes, kids in tow. There's thorny patches of issues there, things Natasha can't fix for him. She can track him down, find him squirreled away in a shabby apartment in Brooklyn. Natasha's hair is pinned up under a dark wig and a beanie, outfit hipster chic. No one's looked twice at her as she bought a six pack of beer before jimmying open the door to Clint's apartment. ]
Nice place, [ She says, sardonic, in lieu of greeting, bottles rattling as she sets them down on the table. ] You never were much for bachelorhood.
[ There's a pause, Natasha taking a deep breath as she examines his face. ]
It's just me.
[ But he knows. It's a filler statement, stalling the sympathy for a long moment while they pretend a dark wig and sunglasses could really obscure her identity from Clint. He's seen her hide in plain sight, seen her conceal herself in every possible way. He knows her tricks the way she knows his; the wig's not the point of contention in this room. ]
HAHAHA BRACE YOURSELF
'you're safe the second you leave that farm,' he says without the same sort of resolve. his voice cracked low in that hotel lobby phone receiver. 'i'll make sure of that.'
laura told him to worry about himself. they still need him in one piece. all of them.
'funny thing to say when you're leaving me broken up like this.' ) ]
And you were never much for knocking.
[ he says, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth that doesn't quite make it to his eyes when he looks up from the box he's rustling through to see her in disguise. the place isn't the least shabby, but it's clean and get's plenty of light. aside from the few boxes here and there he's already managed to make it look like a normal person lives there. it helps flying under the radar when you're "retired" and no one recognizes you on the street for what you were. ( not that he was dumb enough to put his own name on the deed. ) ]
Little risky, don't you think?
[ coming down here to see him, the possibility of being found out by raising suspicion. might as well paint bullseye on their backs if anyone's keeping an eye on new york. but he knew a month ago when sending a text to her burner felt safe that they left wouldn't be the end of it. ]
PUTS ON SEATBELT
You know how I like risks, [ she replies, flippant as if she's not being hunted just as viciously as Steve is. She's had a lot of practice hiding in plain sight, and she trusts Clint's ability to fly under the radar. ] Besides, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't bring a housewarming gift?
[ Or more to the point, what would she be if she didn't come? It's Clint. Natasha would risk more for his sake. Leaving him alone to ride out the implosion of his life and reassembly of the resulting wreckage was cold in a way Natasha couldn't stomach. She abandons the beer on the counter, crosses to him. ]
Did I miss the tour?
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i reeled it in a little.
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i gotta ease into this one, alright.
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kicks it into high gear
But his sister brings him back, bloody and screaming, but present. Finally.
Barton's farm is meant for recuperation. Pietro suspects it's to keep him out of sight until a decision is made about how to explain him. Wanda's an Avenger now, has duties and missions, and Pietro's too weak and too slow to accompany her yet. Instead, he's packed off to watch the fog roll in over Clint's fields, pick his way around the cavernous farmhouse, side-stepping drop cloths and paint brushes. ]
Why do you stay here?
[ Pietro's bored. Bored and frustrated with the weakness of his body, and with the distance between himself and Wanda. The bond between them stretches thin as she moves from continent to continent while Pietro stays mired in place. ]
You could accompany them. My sister, the captain...
[ He waves a hand, an all-encompassing gesture for those who Pietro doesn't care to name. ]
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