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She’s warm where she presses against him, all lean lines and soft skin. Her hair smells like the kind of clean that can’t come out of a bottle, and he gives himself a moment to fold against her, to breathe her in.

“Not really. Unless you count Wisconsin as an exciting place.”

Eggsy has no idea what they’re talking about. He hooked up with Stark because he wanted to; Barton would be no different. But Clint keeps asking, like he’s got a personal investment in where Eggsy puts his dick.

“Stark’s fun. Easygoin’–at least, he knows how to be. And…” He thinks his words through, wondering just why it is he feels he owes Clint an explanation.

“I wanted to see if someone that smart would be interested in rompin’ around with the riff-raff.”

Maybe it isn’t so much that Eggsy feels obligated to explain.

Maybe he’s hoping Clint understands.

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“Yeah.”

It comes out raw, a little hoarse.

Clint does a lot of shit just to see what the people around him will put up with. He’s not super, he’s expendable. Not to Nat, he knows that, but to The Cause, to the Avengers.

“Yeah, I get that.”

He could tell the kid that he’s more than the trash he pulled himself out of. That he’s smart. Talented. Good at his job. But it sounds like pandering, even inside his own head.

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yeah tony stark losing

Damn, we have the same turn ons.

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“I think you need to slow your role oh ‘brave and fearless social media warrior’.” He’d even let the ‘baby’ comment slide just because the guy was playing along. Though he was pretty sure the butt load of alcohol was somewhat responsible.

“Besides, Bet you lay that sweet line on all the bartenders you chat up.”

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Butt loads of alcohol were responsible for most of the dumb shit Clint did in his life, so it was just as good a guess as any. He leans the bar stool back precariously onto two wobbly legs for a moment.

“Only the pretty ones.”

Thoroughly amused at his own joke, he lets the stool smack back down to level ground and leans in like he’s imparting a great secret.

“Honestly, though? Only the ones with smart mouths. That’s hot.”

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My mother was a beautiful woman. They all said so. No one who knew me then is still alive.

@tacsuit MCU Natasha Romanoff.

#my number one girl

He is thoroughly thrown off. And it’s funny that the only rhetorical question Clint has asked all week, is the one Eggsy actually feels compelled to answer.

“Why not you?”

He’s got to be out the door in an hour, ready for a day of deep, deep cover. But Eggsy is sat on the floor in his hotel room, and Clint Barton has just asked him why they haven’t hooked up.

( Is this a thing? Is this his life, now? Is this the Curse of Tony Stark? )

“Bruv, I wasn’t aware it was one or the other. Stark’s Stark, you’re you. Different people… both good, yeah?

–Why not you? I got no reason. God’s honest.”

It’s Eggsy’s turn to sigh, to rub his cheek and think carefully about what he’s going to say next.

“It could be, though. You.”

He’s a good communicator. You have to be, in their business. But a life of lies and half truths has left him struggling to address something openly, to lay it out in flat, easily digestible terms.

“Hey, that’s all the answer I needed.”

He keeps it light, keeps it easy. Like hell won’t freeze over before he takes a pity fuck from a newborn from across the pond. He keeps it like he’s talking about the possibility.

He isn’t.

All he’s talking about is the truth.

No reason.

Ain’t that just life?

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[ her hands spell LEAVE-ME-MY-DIGNITY! she only smiles after she’s finished. ]

Not a chance.

[He catches one of those graceful, arcing fingers to press a kiss to the pad.]

#tacsuit

“You say that, but you keep askin’. Have I asked about your personal life, bruv?”

Eggsy isn’t going to answer a damn thing before he knows the purpose behind the question. (Nothing is ever free.)

“–Or is it that you think it reflects poorly on my character?”

At the end of the day, maybe Stark put Barton up to this. Eggsy’s the odd one out of the equation, it stands to reason he would tread very, very lightly. No sense getting onto the Avengers’ bad side.

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One of these days, he’s going to run out of little pieces of himself to give to people. There ain’t a whole lot of Clint Barton left, but that doesn’t stop him from tearing off chunks and handing them out like communion wafers.

“Thing that gets me, I keep thinking...”

He stops to scratch at the stubble on his jaw, blowing out a long breath.

“Why not me? I know Stark’s got money, but you’re not exactly hurting in the back account department. You’ve got all your own spy gear, gadgets that would put him to shame.”

Clint’s got enough shame to fill St. Mike’s.

“So why not me?”

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“It’s half-four in the mornin’, so I hope you feel special.” He’s in Baghdad.

A beat. Two. Why does Barton care? And why does Eggsy care that Barton cares?

So many questions.

“I didn’t think you, of all people, would have a problem with fun, mate.”

He shouldn’t answer. The screen lights up with some stupid selfie JB took, all bright eyed and grinning.

But he does. He always does. Just in case.

“I don’t. I’m not judging you.” Honest to God, he’s not. (Not anymore.) “I’m trying to understand why. If you can tell me right now that it’s just fun, just bullshitting around with nothing else, no backstory...then so be it. I take your word.”

[ text; Barton ] So ask me real questions then

He’s a mouth breather. One of those things Nat always gave him shit for, while also being the only person to know it was because his old man broke his nose so many times when he was a kid.

Point being, it makes it that much louder when he pulls in a breath, and lets it out in a sigh.

[text; JB] Why Stark?

It’s a real question, one he can’t stop chewing at.

[text; JB] You have money. You’ve got access. So why him? What does he fulfill?

I am an idiot who does dumb things. Like make blogs for sassy ADAs from SVU.

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“I was survivin’ just fine before it.” But Eggsy cut his teeth on petty crime. He isn’t going to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Clint Barton and pretend his street skills haven’t saved his life damn near as often as what Kingsman has taught him.

He crams his hand into the bag of popcorn, trying to take as many kernels as possible in one go. Invariably, he’ll spill a quarter of whatever he’s managed to grasp in the distance between the bag, and his mouth. The seagulls love him.

“Who d’you think could win more of these games?”

Clint would have anything involving aim on lockdown, but Eggsy’s not sure how the rest of them would pan out. There’s a little roped-off section to one side of the boardwalk, boasting a sign that reads 21+. A pop-up casino.

“How’s your roulette game? I ain’t talkin’ about the Russian kind, either–I know how you are with those.”

He smells a bet coming on.

Oh, he’s never been good at turning down a bet.

A hand at the base of JB’s spine, leading the way with gentle pressure as they duck into the casino. It’s a calculated risk. This isn’t exactly San Francisco. Just enough touch to maybe throw the guy off of his game.

You take whatever edge you can get.

He hands JB a twenty, and hands over one of his own, pinched between his index and middle fingers.

It’s easy to think of Tony, to think of Rhodey telling the story of Tony asking him to blow on his dice. Might have to pull that one out of his bag of tricks too.

“Go on then, sweetheart. Make your bet.”

It’s the first real smile he’s worn in days. It feels unfamiliar.

“Winner takes all.”

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“Long time and no see. I’ve missed seeing your face around here.”