Clarky petting R2D2.
"Am I too old to go trick-or-treating?"
"Hell no! You wanna come with Nat an I?"
"Can I dress up as Captain America?"
"…I mean, if you wanna, I think that can probably happen?"
"Excellent. It was so much fun pretending to be him last time with Thor…all though I will admit my brother didn’t respond well to it."
"…Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight." Clint raised an eyebrow, frowning. "I’m just…Uh. Yeah."
She smiled, showing her fake fangs. “Tell me, do I look scary?”
"Not even a little." Clint shook his head, putting the finishing touches on Lucky.
Rolling her eyes she sighed. “The effect is lost on you. You’ve already seen me at my scariest, and survived.”
"That was your scariest? Not so scary, I guess." He shrugged, rocking back, taking a look at the dog. "Hummmm….I dunno, what’cha think?"
"Most I can do is a brisk walk. If that. But I can dance in em." She spends so much of her time in hiking boots, or her combat boots, heels really aren’t her thing. And not to mention she’s more comfortable barefoot then in shoes, anyway. "Well, you know what ta get, better’n I do. Maybe a wedge, or something? That, I can probably move pretty quick in, if I gotta."
"What if I get you something strapless? A slip-on type thing." She hadn’t see anything quite like that so far, but it was a big store and they had time. "Maybe something you could kick off and run if it comes down to it?" Natasha picks her clothes by style, naturally, but they all have to be functional too. If it’s going to rip the first time she crushes someone’s trachea with her thighs, it’s probably not worth the expense.
"…That could work…I mean, I can make pretty quick work of the straps if I gotta, so don’t worry bout that, it ain’t gonna slow me down at all. And if I have wedges, I can probably run in them…" She trailed off, thinking for a long moment. She’s more afraid of her foot slipping off if she’s dancing, but then again, if she needs to, she can just slide them off, and sprint…"Lets see what we can find."
The cold spot next to him was what woke Clint. Late morning sunlight streamed in through the one eastern facing window, slowly moving up the length of the bed. Hissing as he stretched, he frowned, trying to remember how he’d ended up here. He’d…Ohhhh. Right.
Pulling on a thick sweater, he padded downstairs, glad that the cabin had warmed up a bit more since last night. “Hey.”
Bucky looked up from the stovetop at the sound of footsteps.
"Hey. How ya feeling? You looked kinda rough last night. Figured I’d let you sleep a little longer." Withot being asked, he pulled a couple more eggs out of the fridge and cracked them open in the pan with the ones he already had frying.
"Not so awesome, but better’n I felt last night." Clint yawned, stretching as nearly everything popped loudly, proving just how creaky sleeping on the shitty couch make a person. "So, we see anyone yet? Or are they all quite still?"
Melinda took the binoculars and twisted her face in disgust before handing them back to Clint. “Hydra agents in the fucking nude,” She snarled. “Coulson may have said to watch our targets every move. But I draw the line somewhere…..at least it wasn’t Garrett. That was fucking Horrorfying.”
"Yeah, well, he’s dead? I mean…it’d be kinda boring….I’ma shut up and try to stop seeing what I’m pretty sure is burned into my eyes forever now. Sorry, but I had to share with someone. That was—-Ooooohhhhh fuck." Clint whispered, his face going pale. "I see Jaz."
The moment she saw Clint’s face go pale she turned her head in concern Did she see anything wrong? A ghost from his past? “Everything alright Clint?”
"Mells, I see Jaz down there. They got Sitwell. We gotta get him outta there."
It’s hard, pretending that his handler is dead. Yeah, sure, Clint ca walk around, take the glowering looks, the rudeness from the idiots who believe the rumors about him, how he doesn’t feel. How he knows it’s his fault that Phil’s dead, how he got so many good women and men killed because he wasn’t strong enough. How he’s still compromised.
And then SHIELD falls, and suddnely, there’s no question of his loyalty, in the way he takes down every Hydra agent he runs across, quickly, brutally, and efficiently. Because while Loki took his heart and mind, and played, he got them back. Hydra has taken his family, and killed it, scattered it to the winds. There’s no coming back from this one.
Until there is. Until, nearly a half year later, there’s a whisper of SHIELD starting again. In that half year, he’s been trying to do his best, but he knows he’s slipping. Jaz has talked to him a few times, tried to get him to join with Wu, maybe find Natasha, see if things are alright. He’s turned them down. Because Fury is dead, and he’s heard nothing from Coulson…Coulson, who may as well be dead, for all the contact they’ve had. Fourteen years on a team with the man, and nothing. Not a damn thing.
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