25 Unicorn Street, Thursday Evening

[so_hawkward]

When you made your living running around with a bow and arrow, Valentine's Day ended up being kind of a weird holiday. People at SHIELD had liked to make Cupid jokes to Clint all day, all seemingly thinking they were the first ones to do it, and Clint had to admit that he almost missed the teasing. Tony, of course, hadn't missed out on the opportunity to text remarks to Clint, until Clint had replied that he needed to get ready for his date. Apparently, the surprise that Kitty was still dating him was enough to shut Tony up.

Yeah, Clint was kind of surprised too, shhh.

It wasn't often that Clint had a girlfriend on Valentine's Day and was in the same time zone as her and wanted to actually spend the evening with her, so he figured he was supposed to make this dinner pretty special. Hopefully, ordering in Chinese instead of pizza would count.

[For the girlfriend!]

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[so_hawkward]

"Did I pick well? I wasn't sure if you had a favorite kind of flower or something," Clint said, kissing her back and stepping aside so she could come inside.

[throughaphase]

"You did great," she assured him, coming inside. "Besides, it's been a long time since I've gotten flowers like that. The thought itself means a ton."

[so_hawkward]

"It probably helps that I think about you a lot." And not always in inappropriate ways! "And I definitely feel spoiled, as seems to have been your goal. I've got more roses than I know what to do with now." Assuming the unmarked ones had come from her too, of course.

[throughaphase]

"I think mostly what you do with them is look at them," she said thoughtfully. "Do I want to know what you're thinking about me?"

She did mostly assume it was dirty, yes.

[so_hawkward]

"I... think that you're lovely?" Clint said after a moment. Because yes, it was mostly dirty.

[throughaphase]

"That was a good cover," Kitty said with a laugh.

[so_hawkward]

"I thought it was pretty smooth. But come on, would you rather have me not have thoughts about you I can't mention in public?" Clint asked.

[throughaphase]

"Hell no. Have all the dirty thoughts you want, especially if I benefit," she said, like immediately. Because let's face it, Kitty's brain could use the occasional power wash, too.

[so_hawkward]

That got Kitty another kiss, and a bit of a filthy grin. "Are you hungry? I might have gotten enough Chinese food for three people." Thankfully, Lucky was purely a pizza-tarian, so their food was safe.

[throughaphase]

"I am definitely hungry," Kitty smiled. "Did you get chopsticks? Tell me you're going to attempt chopsticks."

[so_hawkward]

"Just because it came with chopsticks doesn't mean I have to use them," Clint said defensively. "We live in America, land of forks."

[throughaphase]

"Spoilsport," Kitty replied. "Can I still use them to show off?"

[so_hawkward]

"If you can get food in your mouth that way, you go right ahead." Clint wouldn't be at all jealous, really. He went into the kitchen and grabbed the delivery bags, then set all the boxes out on the table, where he'd already set up plates and glasses and clearly too much silverware.

[throughaphase]

If he'd already set it out, she'd use actual forks, but that didn't mean she couldn't tease. "You're all prepared," she said, a little impressed since she usually worried about that stuff at the last minute.

[so_hawkward]

"I, uh, wanted it to seem romantic," Clint admitted, ducking his head a little as he set everything out. "Not that I know what romantic looks like except from movies, but..."

[throughaphase]

And now Kitty was smiling again. See what you did, Clint? "I'm a little biased, but I'd say you're doing a pretty good job."

[so_hawkward]

"I think you're easy to please. Not that I'm complaining," Clint said, setting the bags aside and motioning for Kitty to sit down. "So, did anyone else send you flowers?"

[throughaphase]

"Uhh, Mike, Jake, Laurie, and Stiles, who asks that you not kill him, Mr. Barton," she said as she sat down. The Mr. Barton thing never failed to amuse her. "What about you?"

[so_hawkward]

"I got some from Natalie, and from Jaina, the teacher who had to deal with me at the picnic in January, and a whole bunch of roses with no name on them," Clint said. "Maybe I should leave some of them for Stiles so he'll know I won't kill him. If anything, I feel kind of bad for him."

[throughaphase]

"He knows you won't kill him," Kitty assured him. "Why do you feel bad?"

[so_hawkward]

"It doesn't seem like he has many friends his own age," Clint said, sitting down and starting to dig food out of one of the boxes onto his plate. "I mean, it was fun to have him at that party. He's a good kid, really. But... I've been there, but at least I had the excuse of not having a lot of kids my own age around. He does."

[throughaphase]

"I was like that. It's not so bad," Kitty said. "I had a few friends my own age, but when they tried to move me to a team full of teenagers rather than the adults, I threw fits." Which was probably proof she shouldn't have been hanging out with the adults, but hey. "I don't know if he prefers it this way, but he seemed to like being included in the group."

[so_hawkward]

"Maybe he just liked being included at all. Especially by people who aren't creepers." Not that Kitty knew any of those around here, surely.

[throughaphase]

"Why do you care so much?" she asked, totally out of curiosity, as she grabbed a plate.

[so_hawkward]

Well, sure Kitty, go ahead and ask him the same question he asked himself sometimes. "I don't care a lot," he said, a little defensively. "But he's your friend and... okay, he never calls me anything but Mr. Barton, he's still kind of my friend too, in the same way Natalie and Alec and Kate are and--I've surrounded myself with teenagers, haven't I?"