25 Unicorn Street, Tuesday

[so_hawkward]

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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[so_hawkward]

"Whoa," Clint said quickly, looking startled as he snatched the grenade. "What are you--oh hey, this is pretty cool, thanks." After a moment of sniffing at it, he added, "Wait, are you telling me I smell bad?"

[imablackwidowbaby]

Natasha smirked at him. "Sometimes." Then she shrugged and allowed, "Most of those times you probably have easier access to a grenade than that, though."

[so_hawkward]

"Good point," Clint agreed. "Hey, I wonder if a cologne arrow could be a thing. It'd make guys easier to track, if it worked right."