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‘ i know im really late on this, but i literally watched orange is the new black in a day and a half. netflix binge watching is dangerous im telling you. ‘
“you just watched orange is the new black? Where have you been? Living under a rock or something?”
text to -> hot angel
YB: If you insist. I haven't changed your name in my phone either, but yours is much more amusing.
YB: It's fascinating that you think you know me just because you know her.
YB: What, did you think I lived under a rock or something? Of course I know memes.
YB: ...your definition of cute is very strange, Clinton.
CB: what's my name???
CB: I don't know you. That's why I'm trying to figure you out. And it doesn't help you don't help me at all.
CB: oh shit...well not everyone can understand the awesomeness of memes
CB: thats fair, but i guess i'm very strange
blckxwidwx:
Natasha wants to believe that Clint could be right about this. It’s not like he hasn’t been before. She’s accepted making mistakes but he doesn’t know she’s already scoping the place out. She had been listening in on conversations, warning Yelena and keeping an eye out on everyone. Clint doesn’t need to know that. He’ll only worry for her. “i’m sorry.” She glances over to him. “are you having fun, Clint?”
“Fuck yeah! What more fun could anyone ask for? Music, good booze, food, and good company. Well, most of the people here are good company.” He jokes shakes his head. Nat hasn’t really changed, a chip permanently embedded into her shoulder. Never taking a break, keeping a watchful eye on everything. It worries Clint sometimes. Makes him want to just shove her into a spa and throw away the key. “don’t apologize tasha, just relax a little. deep breaths, maybe some yoga?”
text to -> hot angel
YB: Of course, I'd tricked you into thinking I was actually some kind of angel. You should change it.
YB: Because you're convinced I'm just a murderer. It was your first assumption when you saw me there.
YB: I've seen the meme. Road to El Dorado, yes?
YB: I think you're reading into this too much, Clinton. We're not friends. We're not anything. If anything we should be enemies.
CB: Nah I'm good. I think I'll keep it. Especially since you said to change it.
CB: I'm convinced you do bad things for some reason, and I'm going to find out why. If you said you aren't up to no good, why should I doubt you?
CB: yeah! Oh man. You know meme's? You're officially 10x more cooler!!
CB: Meh, you thinking way too black and white sister. just cause of one time you got the best of me doesn't mean we're enemies. I got enough of those, and usually, we don't have cute text conversations like this.
text to -> hot angel
YB: Why would I mind that? It's flattering.
YB: And you trusted me?
YB: Good.
YB: I mean, I can't have someone else spoiling my handiwork, can I.
CB: well it was kind of before our lovely moment. Just me, you, some knives.
CB: well. yeah? Why would you lie? I'd just figure it out eventually.
CB: I don't know if I should feel flattered you don't want me hurt. Or upset you think of me like that.
CB: I'll go with both. Have you seen the meme? wait actually not the time right.
text to -> hot angel
YB: ...Okay.
YB: Share the joke, I like a good laugh.
YB: I suppose I figured you'd assume I was the shooter.
YB: Did you get injured?
CB: uh....I don't think you'd like the joke....it's hot angel.
CB: of course you're not the shooter. You already said you weren't going to do anything funny.
CB: no I'm fine. Trying to help out the others.
text to -> hot angel
YB: I'm fine. I got away as soon as the lights went out.
YB: Why what is it?
YB: Hold on, you're worried about me?
CB: oh good thank god.
CB: ....uh. nothing. It's an inside joke, you wouldn't understand.
CB: well yeah. People are getting shot, why wouldn't I worry?
text to -> hot angel
CB: are you ok?
CB: shit just hit the fucking fan, but are you ok?
CB: I need to change your name on here shit.
blckxwidwx:
“Did you fall into a vortex and hit your head? None of that is happening tonight and definitely not here. Looks like you’re not leaving me alone then.”
“Well, you can’t hate me for trying to get you to open up. Why so stuck up anyway? It’s not like there's danger lurking every corner. Relaxx.” Clint suggest’s patting nat’s shoulder lightly. He just wanted his friend to chill out for once in her life.
thebetterblackwidow:
Yelena is enjoying the evening in spite of herself - she knows there’s plenty of tension in the air, more than enough people who are not happy with the message this evening, but considering the fact that she came here for a job, Yelena’s finding the food and entertainment is interesting at least. She’s seen some familiar faces, some she wasn’t planning on seeing, some she didn’t mind seeing.
The frustratingly familiar voice, however, makes her roll her eyes the moment she hears it. “Charming, Clinton.” She smirks and shrugs his arm off her shoulders, stepping away enough to turn and face him. The golden suit and mask do make her roll her eyes, setting her hands on her hips. “You’re incredibly predictable, you know. The only thing more cliche than that would be to assume I’d wear a dress as black as my heart.” She flicks her hair back gently, glancing around the crowd again before turning back to him, not a single doubt in her mind that he thinks she’s here to kill someone. Like she’s that stupid. “You might be surprised to know I’m not here for the reason you think I am. Did you ever consider maybe I’m just enjoying myself?”
“That should be my new name. Charming Clinton, It suits me more don’t you think?” His smile and tone were easy going, but his eyes still sharp as ever. Watching the girl, trying to anticipate her movements. He let the girl slip away from his grip but maintained an arm's length distance. Close enough if she needed to be stopped he could. Or close enough if she was targeted he could help too. He’s not clear on who she was, he had bits and piece sure. But it was enough to know she was dangerous, which meant she could have dangerous enemies. Who knows.
“huh?” He looks back down on his own outfit, quickly understanding her point he lets out a laugh. “Wait? You think I planned this? How would I know what you would be wearing?” It was an odd coincidence, well actually it was pretty damn funny. “Hey, maybe lady fate thinks we’re connected? Unless you think I could somehow predict the future somehow?” He asks, copying her pose. Wrinkling his nose he pauses, watching her carefully. Maybe...maybe he was being too hard on her? How did he expect to help her, if he was always thinking the worst of her? “Hmm. Maybe we can enjoy this lovely meeting together. That way if something out of the ordinary happens. No one can point fingers.”
“Huh. Well this is even more ridiculous than I thought it would be. Mt skills of deduction have been put to good use.” She rolled her eyes and took a sip of her champagne.
“What? Awe come on nat! You’re just not letting loose. Let your hair down, maybe shake your hips to the tunes. I’m not going to leave you alone til you start having fun.”
Clint was enjoying himself, drink in hand and body rolling in the middle of the dancefloor. It probably wasn’t the most appropriate with the slow jazz. But he moves the music fluidly, not giving a fuck about the looks he’s getting. At the end of the song he open’s his eyes, starting to feel thirsty for a drink.
He was about to walk over when his eyes land on- oh. Yelena was dressed in something that flowed right off of her, almost as if the dress was made of golden silk. She moved gracefully like she wasn’t even touching the ground when she stepped, damn it. Frowning a little he walks over to the women, putting an arm over her shoulder he smiles. “Wow, you look great! Honestly, I expected you to wear something- I don’t know, red? Helps cover things up in your ‘work’.” He was a bit bitter, but at the same time, he wasn’t stupid. The mayor and other important people are at the masquerade. It would be foolish no not keep an eye on Yelena.
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Clint’s theme: I can shoot an arrow better than apollo gold
blckxwidwx:
“No.” She answered plainly but then glanced over to Clint with a playful eyeroll. “Should I be opening up with them? They need to be focusing on ballet if the seniors want to join a company.” Natasha smiled a bit more when her best friend nudged her. “I’m sure they’ll love hearing that!”
“Yeah, I figured, same old Tasha.” He shakes his head, but he was still smiling. Obviously found of his best friends silly antics. “See this is why you need me around. Nat, you gotta loosen up. It’s not all about Ballet, isn’t teamwork and feeling like a group important too?” He chuckles, leaning back in the seat. “Exactly kids love listening to drunk stories! They like to listen to their teacher seeming human. And we know you got a human side deep down.”
impulscs:
BART WAS SHOCKED THAT CLINT WAS TRUSTING HIM WITH A KEY TO HIS PLACE LIKE THIS, it made him feel special that someone would think that highly of him. “Really? Now I really feel like I need to swing on by. I want to meet this dog, and play with him or her.” He demanded as if it was a plan that he had set in motion already. It amazed him that Clint barely knew him, but yet he trusted him with being able to come in and out of his place like that.
The boy wished the hug lasted longer. A warm feeling that reminded him that he did still have a family, and Clint was a part of that..
“Well … maybe if they learned that you don’t need complete control over something things would be better. I think wanting to control people is wrong … just because we’re different.”
“It’s a boy, his name is lucky. Go ahead man even if I'm not there your welcome to come. I’ve got an open door policy, my home is everyone else's. I probably have something in the fridge so you can help yourself to that too. Kate and Nat usually help clean the place so it’s not as dirty or messy. I got a roomie too, Sammy is a nice guy.” He’s always had this policy to keep his door open to anyone who needed it. He didn’t always have the income he had, and he knew the struggles of not having anywhere to go.
He squeezes Barts arm tightly, a friendly affection to show he cared about the boy. “Don’t ever hesitate to come over if you need anything.”
“you're a smart kid. I wish us dumb adults would listen more to you guys. But here we are screwing things up for you all before you get a chance. Hopefully, things will change, the alien attack was a start.”
thebetterblackwidow:
Yelena crosses her arms, frowning at Clint. He must be delusional or brain damaged or something. She’s not sure at exactly what point she made it seem like she needed help, let alone that she wanted it from him. If anything, tying him to a chair and torturing him for information should have given the exact opposite vibe.
“Oh I’m not planning anything darling, I’m just wondering exactly how hard I must have hit you the other night. I didn’t expect there to be any lasting brain damage.” He’s rambling on about some nonsense about her, as though he knows her, knows anything that runs through her mind. The moment she hears that syllable she knows what follows, and she can’t help but narrow her eyes at him. “She told you.” She says shortly, and it’s not a question, just a statement of a very clear fact.
Of course she told him. Of course that traitor exposed the secrets of her home. The thought makes Yelena’s blood boil, makes her want to lash out at him all over again, hurt him until he finally tells her where Romanova is. But this place is crowded, there are people just outside, it’s not a risk she can take. “I don’t want you, Clinton.” She tells him simply, shaking off the frustration and returning to her usual, guarded demeanour. “I don’t want your help. There is no ‘we’. And unless you want another series of scars to match those terribly pretty ones I gave you, I suggest you drop this whole idea and leave me alone.”
Ah the jokes, maybe the true Yelena was more of a jokester than the one he met earlier. Kind of disappointing she wasn’t as much like this before, in another time they could have been friends. Hell, maybe he still could be her friend. “Thankfully I’m made of rubber, I bounce back easily. Nothing is going to stick, thanks for worrying about me.” Letting out a slightly frustrated sigh he crosses his arms. “Look, I’m not joking around. Usually yes, but right now I’m not joking. Is someone pressuring you? What’s going on Yelena? Why are you still doing things like this?” He want’s to reach out and touch her, but it doesn’t seem like it would be welcomed in any sense.
“She told me?” after the words tumble out of his lips he understands what she was trying to say. So there was definitely something going on between Nat and Yelena, he’s not really sure what. But it doesn’t seem like it was anything good. “Wait before you accuse me of something I may or may not have done can you explain what you think she told me?”
He’s not sure what had changed but Yelena was back to the scary murder vibes. Talk about mood swings, he can barely keep track of anything the girl was thinking. “You think I care about some pretty little marks? News flash, My body has plenty. I’m not some delicate maiden. I can handle myself. Maybe there isn’t a ‘we’ now. But I’ll still help you. No matter what it takes or how many knives you shove into me.” There were many words to describe Clint, and pig-headed definitely was one of them. He wasn’t going to give up, he’ll save this girl if it’s the last thing he does.
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