Clint Barton (
so_hawkward) wrote2014-11-28 02:14 pm
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New York City, Friday Afternoon
All things considered, Clint had had a pretty good Thanksgiving. There'd been plenty of food at the apartment potluck, he hadn't burned his contribution (green bean casserole with the crunchy onion things on top), and there'd been plenty of leftovers. That meant he had very little guilt about sneaking another piece of pie out of the kitchen while Barney was distracted on his laptop, muttering something about Space Battles, and collapsing onto the couch to see if there was anything good on TV. It was the middle of the day, so probably not, but he could hope anyway.
[For she who is in the city with him!]
[For she who is in the city with him!]
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Feeling the need to de-geek for the moment, she came to join Clint, but eyed the pie and said, "I think I'm still full from yesterday."
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From somewhere in the kitchen, a loud laugh could be heard and Clint glared. "Go back to your trailer, you big nerd."
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Not on paper, of course, or in any legal kind of way. But emotionally, or whatever.
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[Stop capitalizing weird stuff, Autocorrect.]
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He was trying to make it sound typical, at least.
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