#clint barton; vxrseleader

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starter call (muse roulette) // @vxrseleader requested clint (you get old man)

❝ Who ta' fuck are you? ❞ He growls, once he's managed to get the flip drop on the figure, a spread of four netting arrows being shot from one pull to cover a wide arrow; make up for an accuracy loss and make up for the guy who came from fucking nowhere that Ashe had seem exacerbated with. ❝ Next set of arrows are through your throat, why are you following around THAT GIRL ⸻ ❞ He means Ashley, his daughter.

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❛ i haven't eaten yet. ❜ / clint

Oh, so this was how they were going to bond. Really, it made sense it would be Clint's fourth language after all. Food was a way to communicate or to bond in any like. The archer sighs, because Peter had been wanting him to get to know his friends more, to familiarize himself with Spider Society. ❝ You wanna grab food, or I can even cook something. Quick and easy ⸻ you should eat, big guy. ❞ And while he had given him the option he figures that cooking would be maximum bonding. ❝ What do you like, I'm pretty good at making most things. So I can cook, I think our fridge is stocked. ❞