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  <title>Not just another dude with a bow</title>
  <subtitle>(that's why I never miss)</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Clint Barton</name>
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  <updated>2021-02-14T21:53:43Z</updated>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-09:2996979:22053</id>
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    <title>The Arms Hotel, Sunday Evening</title>
    <published>2021-02-14T21:53:43Z</published>
    <updated>2021-02-14T21:53:43Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Clint absolutely loved being a father, especially now that Lexi was becoming more of a tiny person. Still, having the opportunity to get away for a little him-and-Kitty time was always appreciated, and one trusted babysitter later, he was ready for a night of just focusing on Kitty without worrying about any little ones opening the door and spying on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless the island did something stupid, which was always a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did I do okay with picking a wine? I still think all the different types are kind of a lie," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=so_hawkward&amp;ditemid=22053" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-09:2996979:21786</id>
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    <title>25 Unicorn Street, Saturday</title>
    <published>2020-04-11T18:42:48Z</published>
    <updated>2020-04-11T18:42:48Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">In Clint's defense, because he wasn't teaching, he wasn't as aware of prom as usual. So, he was happily sleeping in, trying to keep as much wifely contact as he could get, and enjoying that the one and only child they had was on a decent sleeping schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, he'd get Tony to figure out how to put something in that made his calendar go &lt;i&gt;*ding*&lt;/i&gt; on weekends like this, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=so_hawkward&amp;ditemid=21786" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-09:2996979:21605</id>
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    <title>25 Unicorn Street, Saturday</title>
    <published>2019-09-28T15:41:26Z</published>
    <updated>2019-09-28T15:41:26Z</updated>
    <category term="where: home sweet home"/>
    <category term="who: barney barton"/>
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    <content type="html">For once, Barney had shown a tiny bit of consideration and given Clint a heads up that he was coming to visit this weekend. Clint wasn't exactly nervous about seeing his brother, but he wasn't quite sure how Barney was going to act around Lexi. He was trying to have faith that it would all be all right, but he might have also been cleaning the kitchen a little more than normal to try to look like he had everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=so_hawkward&amp;ditemid=21605" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-09:2996979:21379</id>
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    <title>Around Town, Saturday Evening</title>
    <published>2019-08-18T03:57:09Z</published>
    <updated>2019-08-18T03:57:09Z</updated>
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    <category term="what: toymaker bde"/>
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    <content type="html">There wasn't a whole lot that Clint had answers for at the moment. He didn't know why he wasn't plastic anymore, he didn't know how Fandom had gone back home, he didn't know if his friends were okay... but he did know that his brilliant action figure self had left Lexi home alone with the freaking dogs to protect her when he went off to the junkyard, and he couldn't rush home fast enough to get back to her. Thankfully, she'd been asleep when he got back to the house, but he was still apologizing to her as he headed back through town with Lexi wrapped against him in a baby sling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your mom and I are the worst, I'm so sorry. I'm really hoping you're too young to remember anything right now, or I'm going to find a way to make all these bad people that keep messing with us pay for your therapy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Mostly for the wife, but open if anyone else is still awake and wants some SP!]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=so_hawkward&amp;ditemid=21379" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-09:2996979:21161</id>
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    <title>25 Unicorn Street, Thursday</title>
    <published>2018-11-15T14:10:27Z</published>
    <updated>2018-11-15T14:10:27Z</updated>
    <category term="where: home sweet home"/>
    <category term="what: baby!!!!!"/>
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    <content type="html">Not even superhero insurance could allow a woman to stay in the hospital for too long after giving birth, so Clint and Kitty had gotten Lexi all bundled up this morning and brought her home. Clint had done his best to be a good husband, making sure Kitty was comfortable in the car, trying not to drive too fast, stopping at a Starbucks drive-thru at Kitty's request, and not saying anything when actually getting the coffee made her start crying. He understood, and he couldn't judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky and Rook had spent the morning very intrigued by the pink bundle in the carrier, and Lexi was wonderfully behaved as Clint and Kitty texted their friends to let them know they were home and could come by to see the new addition. Obviously this was a sign that she'd be a perfect baby who wouldn't keep them up all night, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Open to anyone who wants to visit and see a baaaby!]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=so_hawkward&amp;ditemid=21161" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-09:2996979:20836</id>
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    <title>25 Unicorn Street, Monday Morning</title>
    <published>2018-09-03T15:21:39Z</published>
    <updated>2018-09-03T15:21:39Z</updated>
    <category term="who: kitty pryde"/>
    <category term="where: home sweet home"/>
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    <content type="html">Clint knew he wasn't particularly book smart, but he was good with his hands (not dirty). He'd built shelters out of nothing, taken apart mechanical structures in foreign languages... and yet, he was being thwarted by a freaking &lt;i&gt;crib&lt;/i&gt;. He'd offered to build it while Kitty set up other parts of the nursery, since it seemed more suited for his skills, but now there were extra screws and pieces that didn't look like the picture, and at least one side was definitely backwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't there a thing where new parents keep the baby with them in the bed so the baby bonds with them? Maybe we should consider that," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=so_hawkward&amp;ditemid=20836" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-09:2996979:20595</id>
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    <title>25 Unicorn Street, Saturday Morning</title>
    <published>2018-04-07T14:10:50Z</published>
    <updated>2018-04-07T14:10:50Z</updated>
    <category term="what: aww kid"/>
    <category term="who: kitty pryde"/>
    <category term="where: home sweet home"/>
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    <content type="html">One of the nice things about married life was that Clint was realizing how many things between him and Kitty just naturally went unspoken. Neither of them said anything about how it had been prom last night, and they hadn't said anything as they each checked to make sure the front door was unlocked before going to bed. Sure, he just didn't want to jinx anything, but it was just reassuring to know how much he and Kitty fell on the same page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint hadn't bothered to set an alarm either, but it wasn't like he and Kitty had anything important to do before the dogs, or something else, woke them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=so_hawkward&amp;ditemid=20595" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-09:2996979:20414</id>
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    <title>25 Unicorn Street, Monday Morning</title>
    <published>2018-03-26T11:47:18Z</published>
    <updated>2018-03-26T11:48:53Z</updated>
    <category term="who: kitty pryde"/>
    <category term="what: snow lion"/>
    <category term="where: home sweet home"/>
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    <content type="html">It had officially been two years since Clint and Kitty had gotten married, and it was hard for Clint to believe Kitty hadn't come to her senses yet. They'd originally had plans to go somewhere nice on the mainland before all the snow hit, but considering the storm, staying in seemed like a much safer option. Plus, it had given them an excuse to stay in bed where the fireplace had ended up, which Clint didn't mind at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint didn't stir much as he woke up, and just wrapped his arm around Kitty under the covers. If his hand ended up on her stomach, well, that was probably going to happen a lot for the next few months, so she'd better get used to it. "Good morning," he said quietly, squinting a little at the window. "Either I didn't get enough sleep, or the snow is suggesting we go ice skating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[For the sexy wife oh god how has it been two years?!]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=so_hawkward&amp;ditemid=20414" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-09:2996979:20063</id>
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    <title>A Nice French Restaurant on the Mainland, Saturday Evening</title>
    <published>2017-08-19T14:46:24Z</published>
    <updated>2017-08-19T14:46:24Z</updated>
    <category term="what: aww anniversaries"/>
    <category term="who: kitty pryde"/>
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    <content type="html">So, it had been &lt;a href="https://so-hawkward.dreamwidth.org/1591.html"&gt;five years&lt;/a&gt; since Clint and Kitty's first date... okay, five years and one day, because insurance companies were the &lt;i&gt;worst&lt;/i&gt; and they'd both spent way too much time on the phone yesterday to focus on an anniversary dinner. But, today had been a lot more calm, and Clint had found a nice place away from the island that smelled lovely and didn't really serve a lot of seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope this place is okay. You'd think after all this time, date nights wouldn't make me nervous, but old habits die hard," he said with a smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[For the lovely wife!]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=so_hawkward&amp;ditemid=20063" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-09:2996979:19882</id>
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    <title>25 Unicorn Street, Thursday</title>
    <published>2017-08-03T14:43:08Z</published>
    <updated>2017-08-03T14:43:08Z</updated>
    <category term="who: kitty pryde"/>
    <category term="where: home sweet home"/>
    <category term="what: sharkicane"/>
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    <content type="html">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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Open!]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=so_hawkward&amp;ditemid=19882" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-09:2996979:19492</id>
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    <title>25 Unicorn Street, Tuesday Morning</title>
    <published>2017-06-06T13:11:15Z</published>
    <updated>2017-06-06T13:11:15Z</updated>
    <category term="where: home sweet home"/>
    <category term="who: kitty pryde"/>
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    <content type="html">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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Open!]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=so_hawkward&amp;ditemid=19492" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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