so_hawkward: ([neut] arm porn)
Clint had been willing to wait things out when he thought the hurricane was just going to bring some rain, but now that this sounded like a Serious Business storm, he had enough self-preservation to take some of the wood Kitty had brought back to the house, and get to work on the windows.

Lucky and Rook were very interested in what all the banging was about, but were thankfully staying out of his way, while Clint calculated how much dog food they might need if this storm was as bad as the radio said it would be. "Sorry guys, you can't help," he said. "I wish you knew how to use a hammer, believe me."

so_hawkward: ([negi] brooding to the left)
Over the last few days, Clint had gotten into a pretty steady routine: wake up, snuggle lion!Kitty, feed the dogs, feed Kitty, take the dogs for their walk, check his email, break out into a fit of Hydra-related swearing, go for some target practice to fend off Hydra-related anger, come home, shower, and snuggle Kitty some more.

He'd gotten through all the steps already, so now he was sitting with Kitty curled up on his lap, watching the news and debating if he wanted to take a chance and look at his email again.

so_hawkward: ([posi] covering my smile)
Thanksgiving had been a miraculously smooth affair for Clint and Kitty. At least, Clint thought it was miraculous since going to Kitty's world for a visit didn't always go the way they hoped it would. But, there had been relative peace around the table at Utopia, no one had tried to attack the X-Men, and they'd come home to Fandom with a bunch of leftovers that Clint was currently digging into.

"Sorry buddy, but potatoes aren't for dogs," he said as Lucky circled around his feet. He'd have to give him a treat later to make up for this slight.

[For the wife!]
so_hawkward: ([negi] confused and shirtless)
Like most Monday mornings, Clint woke up to the sound of Lucky and Rook moving around, and began debating with himself about whether or not to get up right away, or wait until they started barking.

Then, the events of the weekend came rushing to his mind, and Clint's first move was to run his hand over his head to make sure his hair wasn't... whatever his 15 year-old self had decided on. He sat up and looked around, hoping Kitty was all right. It had made sense to come back to the house after Tony's party, since no one else seemed to be occupying it. It had also made sense for them to sleep separately which was how, Clint supposed, he'd ended up on the couch.

With a sigh, Clint got up and started getting food ready for the dogs, and coffee ready for himself. Maybe, once Kitty got up and remembered things too, she'd be willing to pretend this weekend hadn't happened.

[For the wife!]
so_hawkward: ([posi] shirtless oh baby)
Mondays were always awful, but yesterday had been particularly awful because Kitty had to teach and Clint had to check on the gym and all he really wanted to do was stay in bed and enjoy the fact that they had each other during a time when... certain tensions were high.

(At least there was one less awkward thing for Steve to report on the radio?)

Today though, Clint didn't have anywhere important to be, Kitty didn't have to be at Caritas until later, and Clint had planned ahead and locked the bedroom door the night before so the dogs couldn't get in. Once he woke up, he rolled over, wrapping his arms around Kitty, and nuzzled at her neck. "Hey, you weren't planning on going anywhere right away, right?"

[For the lady!]
so_hawkward: ([lady] wtf wtf wtf?)
By now, the unfamiliar feeling that Clint was feeling as he woke up was... actually kind of familiar. Clearly, he'd been on the island for too long. Still, just to check, he shifted a little in bed, ran his hand down the front of his chest, and groaned.

"Kitty? Fandom's being stupid again," he whined. It was probably a little mean to wake her up, but she could return the favor whenever this crap happened to her next.

[For the sleeping partner!]
so_hawkward: ([reun] are you sure about that?)
Really, it was the quiet that made Clint wake up.

Normally, Saturday mornings were spent waiting for the inevitable knock at the bedroom door where his children demanded food, or their favorite movie, or for someone to stop pulling his big sister's hair. But this morning was blissfully quiet, and Clint had to process things for a moment when he woke up. Kitty, check. Old house, check. Lack of kids, check.

"Aww, Fandom," he muttered, before curling around Kitty again. Hopefully, she'd be in a good mood once she realized where they'd ended up.

[For the wife!]
so_hawkward: ([neut] fuck you i know how to read)
If Clint needed a sign that Black Cat's bad luck mojo had worn off of him, it was that the first portal he'd taken from New York had brought him right to Fandom last night. He'd tried to sneak into the house without waking Kitty up, but that had been a completely futile effort, and she'd made all sorts of noises when she saw what a walking bruise he looked like. He'd tried "It looks worse than it feels," and "Nothing's broken, it not a big deal," but ultimately "I don't want to talk about it right now," had won, and he'd been able to get some sleep. Not good sleep, but enough sleep that he didn't feel like total crap when the squirrels had shown up to make him do the radio broadcast.

Now Clint was two cups of coffee into the day, and was ready to do something productive. That meant finally tackling the annoying squeaky stair going up to the second floor. Clint wasn't exactly an expert in home repair, but... he needed something to do and he needed it to be useful, and this was useful. If Clint had a therapist, they'd probably have a field day with what he was getting up to.

[Open for calls or visits!]
so_hawkward: ([neut] arm porn)
Clint was almost always glad to miss out on island craziness, but he was especially happy after listening to the radio today. He couldn't think of anyone he'd lost that he'd actually want to see again, which was probably sad and depressing, but he didn't mind. He was much happier focusing on the people he still had, which today meant stopping to get bagels and coffee on the way back from his morning run.

"Hey, I'm home!" he called out when he got in. Hopefully, the dogs would avoid his sweatiness and he wouldn't have to dodge them with coffee in his hands.

[Open for calls or whatever!]
so_hawkward: ([posi] shirtless sideways)
Neither Clint nor Kitty had made any big plans for today besides "wake up," "eat food," and "walk the dogs somewhere," so Clint was perfectly happy to not move for a while after he woke up. It was nice to have quiet time curled up with Kitty--at least until there was a banging noise on the door, which sent Rook flying off to investigate. Lucky just picked his head up and sniffed, and Clint groaned, wrapping himself tighter around Kitty. Maybe if she didn't hear anything, he could pretend there was no reason to get out of the bed.

[For the lady and their guest!]
so_hawkward: ([neut] talking with my hands)
Considering how long they'd both been thinking about it, the decision to move Kitty into Clint's place had taken forever. Getting around to actually moving her belongings, on the other hand, hadn't taken that long--although the moving process would probably be taking less time if they'd checked a 10-day forecast before picking the day. Moving things by rickshaw wasn't helping matters much either.

"You don't have anything that's going to get too damaged by snow, right?" Clint asked, looking over the boxes to be brought inside. The weather was annoying, but Clint was looking forward to using it as an excuse for making each other warm later.

[For the new roommate!]
so_hawkward: ([posi] looking down)
So, the great thing about Clint and Kitty's birthdays being so close together was that they could spread the celebration out for multiple days. Clint had finally reached the point of being used to having his birthday celebrated at all, so having extra time with Kitty was like an awesome bonus. Tonight, birthday celebrating meant hanging out on his couch with many boxes of Chinese takeout, while Lucky and Rook hid next to the couch and waited for Clint to have a chopstick malfunction.

"I was thinking, you should definitely stay over tonight," he said, poking at a piece of broccoli to capture it. "It would be cruel of me to send you home in the cold, don't you think?"

[For Kitty!]
so_hawkward: ([posi] almost smirking)
While Clint and Kitty had managed to get a tree well before Christmas, they hadn't actually finished decorating said tree. In their defense, they were very busy--well, Kitty was busy, Clint was just lazy--but now that it was close to the holiday, they had set aside time to finish decorating.

"You know, I think we actually did a good job picking this stuff out," Clint said. After a moment, he added, "I probably shouldn't sound surprised about that, should I?"

[For Kitty, or any phone calls!]
so_hawkward: ([posi] shirtless oh baby)
Typically, Clint got up at a decent hour on Sundays to try to get things done, but that wasn't going to happen today. Today, he was celebrating the end of the ghost weirdness waking up and not moving. He had Kitty in his bed, Lucky and Rook resting somewhere nearby, and there were no less than four bandages on his body. All was right with the world, and there was no reason to change that quickly.

[For Kitty!]
so_hawkward: ([posi] listening to you)
The thing about living with Natasha was that she made Clint want to be a cleaner, more organized version of himself. Now that she wasn't here, it hadn't taken long for Clint to slip back into being, well, himself. What was left of his dinner was still sitting in the pot he'd cooked it in and eaten it out of, although to his credit it was positioned on the coffee table out of Lucky's reach. He was lying on the couch, with Lucky at his side on the floor and Rook perched on his chest while he tried to find something decent to watch on television. Surely, some channel was showing syndicated repeats of Dog Cops. If he had to settle for reality TV, he was going to be annoyed.

so_hawkward: ([negi] confused and shirtless)
For once, it was probably a good thing that Clint took a while to wake up, because it took longer for full confusion to hit him. He was in a strange bed, with a woman he didn't recognize--a hot woman though, and he wondered if it was terrible that he couldn't remember her name. It was probably pretty terrible, right? He picked his head up from the pillow and looked around for anything familiar, and when he couldn't find anything, he laid back down and slipped his arm back around his bed partner. Pretending to still be asleep seemed like the best course of action for the moment.

[For the ladyfriend!]
so_hawkward: ([negi] confused and shirtless)
Clint had been in an awful mood yesterday, and he wasn't doing much better today. His fuse had been so short that it was practically non-existent, and when he realized he was going to end up snapping at someone at the gym, he'd gone home and sent Barney a series of text messages to find out how things were going in New York. Kitty coming over had helped a little - never let it be said that she wasn't an awesome distraction from the crapfest that was his life - and Clint was glad she'd decided to stay for the night.

But now, Clint was laying in bed and scrolling through his messages, rereading everything he'd sent to Barney. Clint hadn't gotten a single response, and he couldn't stop thinking about the possible reasons his brother was ignoring him. Did Clint's messages piss him off? Was Barney hurt and unable to respond? Did he get fed up with Clint and leave again? No matter what the reason was, there was no way Clint was going to manage to go back to sleep.

[For the ladyfriend!]
so_hawkward: ([posi] almost smirking)
For the most part, Clint had behaved himself this past week. Sure, he had some scratches and bruises, but he didn't break anything and he had a lot more information about fighting weird creatures now. If New York was ever invaded by trolls or monkeyponies, he'd be like an expert. An expert no one would believe, but still, he'd get to play a mean game of 'I told you so' in the end.

Now, he was taking a well-deserved rest. He had a new episode of Dog Cops to watch, Lucky perched on one side of him on the couch, and Kitty on his lap. He'd been hoping her whole baby lion thing would have ended yesterday when the rest of the weird stuff seemed to stop, but he wasn't worried too much yet.

so_hawkward: ([neut] fuck you i know how to read)
Early in the morning, Clint made his way back to his and Natasha's place in a much better mood than someone covered in bandages probably should have been. He'd finally gotten sent on a mission, and sure, it was a pretty simple affair, but he'd been useful, and that felt awesome. Plus, it had been a hell of a lot warmer out in the desert than it was on the island. He was a little sore from crashing through a rooftop as part of his escape route, but he'd had a fairly soft landing and he didn't break anything and he didn't need any kind of blood transfusion, so surely he'd kept his promise that he'd be safe while he was gone?

Clint had barely gotten his shoes off before collapsing onto his bed - okay, it was cold here, but he had a warm place to sleep, so maybe the desert wasn't that much better - and he got even more comfortable as Lucky jumped up onto the bed and licked his face.

"Hey buddy, I missed you too," he said, pulling his phone out and nudging Lucky to lay next to him. He thought about leaving a message for Kitty, to let her know he was back, but he'd had to shoot off a sonic arrow a little too close in range, and his ears were still ringing. The nurse who'd looked him over had said he'd probably be fine in a few days, but he knew he was still probably talking too loudly. So, Clint settled for texting Kitty instead, and stretching out on his bed to relax. Hopefully, no one would need him to get up for the next little while.

so_hawkward: ([posi] kind of smiling)
So, birthdays had never really been a big deal for Clint. At least, he hadn't let them be, because then he couldn't be disappointed when no one remembered or, even more likely, the whole day went to crap. However, Clint knew that certain other people wouldn't let him get away with not celebrating anymore, so he was up and dressed in real clothes, not lounging-around-the-house clothes, and he'd made sure things were clean and that Lucky had been taken care of - thankfully, he didn't want to be out in the cold any more than Clint did, so he was perfectly content laying next to one of the heating vents and snoozing. Clint was flipping through television channels at the moment, but he was almost tempted to lay down too. At least then he'd be really warm.

[Mostly for the girlfriend, but open!]


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