#biitchakes

[movedto-mastcrmarksman]

She's the best; it's the only thought could even really occupy his mind as she touches his shoulder. ❝ Mhh, that's starting to be a really good argument. Can't beat it. ❞ They were Spider-woman and Hawkeye after all.

❝ Not, a real weasel; I'd take one of those over this guy. ❞ He picks up and passes her a note, written in old English with overly fancy text saying something along the lines that he'd get Hawkeye back for what he. Clint actually can't even remember what he did to this guy or even who he really was. ❝ He writes like an incel. ❞

❝ Well. . . ❞ She places a hand on the back of his shoulder, her thumb stroking him in COMFORT. A little reminder that hey, I'm here. We got this. Together.

❝ What's an old weasel to SPIDER-WOMAN AND HAWKEYE, hm ? ❞ A pause as eyebrows scrunch up beneath her mask. ❝ Just, y'know, for the record ⸺ it's not an actual weasel, is it ? Stranger things have happened, just gotta ask. ❞

[movedto-mastcrmarksman]

Maybe he should go to Doctor Strange and see if he has some magical ward cure that prevents him from being a magnet for windows. Or whatever the opposite end of a magent? Clint would like for windows to be so repulsed by him that he no longer gets thrown through them. There's got to be something.

Oh GOD, this is going to restart the age old debate of IS HE TOO OLD FOR THIS? followed by the self-pitying thoughts about being an entirely normal human guy with nothing special besides he's trained in the bow.

He doesn't get up, but he was fine mostly. Trapeze artists taught him that it was all falling with style basically. Or what Jess had just said. Clint doesn't budge from the spot on his back besides the guy yelling at them for falling on his car. It's not his fault or decision.

❝ Oh, now you are playing the lowest of low cards. ❞ ⸻ FOR ME ⸻ the sweetest of words, as she stares down at him and he reaches his hand out for her to help him up. He was getting older and he's not thrilled about the doctor check up on his spine. ❝ Promise, I'll only deliver justice on ground floors or buildings without windows from now on. ❞

@mastcrmarksman sent: it’s not the first time i was tossed out of a window, and it won’t be the last. // ( accepting )

Looking down at her boyfriend splayed across the hood of a car was as funny as it was concerning. A hand flies to Jessica's face to stifle any giggles she can't fight off, while the other reaches to stroke his face. ❝ Yeah. Yeah, I'd be SHOCKED if I never saw you like this again. I've seen you take some pretty insane falls, you know that ? It scares me sometimes, babe. ❞ Despite what impression her current muffled amusement might give off.

Finally getting a rein on her giggles, she looks to Clint, leaning forward to give him a kiss on the forehead. ❝ You should start being a SMIDGE more careful how your body hits the ground, y'know. If not for yourself, for me ? ❞ Queue her batting eyelashes.