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Alright I got some stuff done on my blog tonight. The rest is gonna have to wait until tomorrow. So if stuff doesn’t match and whatnot, it’s simply because I got too tired to do anymore.

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Alright, since I’m still sick I’m gonna take a break for a while. I might be back later or I might be back tomorrow. Either way, I’m gonna be back.

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     “Alright, alright -- I’ll give him a bath later on. Now’s there somethin’      I can help you with, or did you just stop by to insult my dog?”

        ‘      he can like me all he wants. i don’t like dogs. i’m not getting wet. 

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     “Sadly -- no. One of ‘em can freeze somebody though. Like, a      certain part of the target I mean. It’ll hurt like hell, but that’s the      closest thing I got to a ‘cold bucket of water’ arrow.”

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“You can try, but it won’t look pretty.” He crossed his arms.”So, does one of those arrows work like a cold bucket of water?”

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     “You’re a real pain in the ass sometimes, you know that?      Fine. You can set up this fancy new stuff, but I want my      other stuff put somewhere I can get to it.”

“Relax, I didn’t throw the junk away.Besides, I’m like a cooler tooth fairy. But for tech. A tech fairy. On second thought, maybe I should stop calling myself that.”

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     “Pizza’d be great! So long as I can buy us some coffee too.”

       “I want to, Barton. How’s pizza sound?”

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     “The only tail I’m chasin’ is Lucky’s when he      doesn’t wanna take a bath. But thank you.      Wade’s a good guy, but he can be a pain      in the ass.”

“I mean— If you stopped chasing tail and spent your time  on the more important things, I’d have a car. Though– good job beating up deadpool”

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Clint nods as Barry explains who he is even more. Clint has seen him on the news a few times, but that’s about it. He hasn’t done any extensive research on The Flash. All he knows is that he’s fast as hell.

     “Oh yeah? I’ve heard of ya then. Not much, but I’ve      heard a bit. Good work you’re doin’ out there.”

Another chuckle comes from Clint at the question Barry asks. If there’s one thing he knows for sure, it’s good pizza places in New York.

     “Yeah, I know a few places. C’mon, I’ll show ya one.”

    “I can forgive an accident–” Being shot at on purpose was another     thing that he’d probably hold some sort of small grudge over. Or just     give the archer the dirtiest look in the world. “Yeah– I’m called The Flash.     Fastest man alive and hero of Central City. Kinda have too considering      that without me the city would be a sitting duck to metahumans.” And      thieves of the hot and cold kind.      But it wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy it, oh no it was the opposite. He loved      being the Flash, he loved running and being the best that he could be.      Speaking of running– he was starving. “I ah— by the way.” A hand ran     through his hair before resting easy on the back of his neck. “Know of      any good pizza places around here?”

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This time, Tony’s words aren’t as appreciated. He’s still dropped Cap before -- who’s to say it won’t happen now? And then Tony’s thrusters start up and the two are off of the ground. Clint sighs as he holds on tighter.

     “Walking is safer -- usually. That’s the fun.      Jus’ get me to the infirmary so I can get      my head checked. Then you should buy      pizza for makin’ me try that arrow out.”

Tony shot Clint an almost-glare. “You think I’d DROP you? I’ve been carrying Cap for what, 10 years now. Have I ever dropped him? Well, maybe once or twice but whose counting.” 

“Besides, what’s the fun in walking?” He kept his arm around Clint, his thrusters lighting up and taking off with a slower speed to the infirmary instead. 

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So a couple of days ago I made a post saying I was going on hiatus. I have since deleted that post. I’m not gonna be driven off of my own blog by something so stupid. If you don’t like me or something that I do, block me. It’s as simple as that. And that’s all I’m gonna say on the matter.

As for my drafts! I currently owe a LOT and I plan on replying to them all. It might be slow for a while as I’m still sick (have no idea what it is but I’m not goin’ to a doctor, I’m letting it sort itself out) so I’m still gonna be a bit slow. I’m also open to plotting and whatnot if anybody would like to.

And finally, I plan on changing some stuff up. Such as my URL and my rules. But yeah, I’m back and I’m planning on keeping it that way.

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aw, coffee, no.

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losers with letters on their heads in case you forget who they are

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full-size version of this bit of silliness, in which shirtless Clint is requested and I theorize that he is 100% the kind of person who h a t e s being cold.  and also you woke him up. no love!

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in which Kate finds an old picture, circus-era old, and wants to know if Clint can still do that?

girly-girl I have no idea

let’s find out

and Lucky thinks it’s pretty great

dad what are you DOING

are we PLAYING?

DO YOU NEED HELP I CAN HELP I AM A GOOD DOG

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Clint is already making his way up the stairs to his bedroom when Natasha suggests pants.

     “Nah. I was thinkin’ I’d let the bad guys      see my junk while we blow up their stuff.”

He shakes his head and takes a drink of his coffee.

     “Be back in a few. You can give me more      details then.”

Familiar enough with his place to know where the trash can was, she found her way to the kitchen and dropped her empty paper tea cup there.

“Bad guy bunker.”

Bunker might be a strong word.  But the place did belong to bad guys.

“You might want to put some pants on for this though.”

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Clint is quiet for a few moments. Venom brings up a good point -- the guy that he just beat the crap out of isn’t going to think that he’s a good cop. Obviously he wouldn’t even think he’s a cop, but the fact still stands.

     “Yeah. Alright. I’ll be bad cop, you be even worse cop.      You got the whole scary face with tentacles thing goin’      on -- I can’t top that.”

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“Not to sound rude, but you don’t exactly look at a man clad in black swat gear with a big ass white spider on his chest and think ‘hey, this guy seems like good cop material’.” He shrugged.”Course, we could always try to bad cop, even worse cop.”