loialte: 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂, steve actually liked clint, admired his work ethic when he was in the field, appreciated the way that he kept up with the rest of them —— each of them physically enhanced in one way or another, EXCEPT for clint. in steve’s eyes, that made hawkeye the real deal and a lot more of a hero than steve himself. however, for every good thing about clint came another… LESS GOOD aspect to the way he lived his life. in fact, steve was pretty sure that watching clint go about his day to day life was like watching a slow motion car wreck. teenage rebellion aspects aside, watching barton drink straight from the coffee pot was both disgusting and impressive —— his own tongue tingling in response to the molten lava that his friend had just ingested.
it wasn’t for steve to hound on clint about not sleeping, steve himself had insomnia and survived on bare minimum sleep hours that some would consider a long nap rather than a night’s sleep, so he’d let it go. it wasn’t as though the fatigue wouldn’t catch up to clint EVENTUALLY anyway. still, his brows raise at the archer’s response and steve holds back the urge to roll his eyes. “ up to you, pal. your funeral if you wanna drink the joe from the pot. ” though he supposed it cut out the middle man: the mug. his eyes wander the area, looking for what tony had been describing to him a week or so previous. “ i knew that tony was making up the pizza box tower he said you had the last time he was here. ”
𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄, isn’t that what they always say ? well, whoever they may be, they are a collective liar. the coffee scalds like molten lava and hurts like hell going all the way down. but supposing he’s suffered worse and having a poker face to end all poker faces ––– quite often bandaged and bruised ––– clint presses his lips into a thin line, and simply sets the pot aside ( because the thing about living ( working ? ) in steve rogers’ shadow is that you can either bask in his glory and hope you catch some of the waves, or you can be petty at any given opportunity. depends on whether or not it’s before or after 10 A.M. it is currently 9 : 57 ). ❛ right. ❜ clint, somewhat graciously, decides to have mercy on the man, and grabs for two mugs when he turns to lift up onto his toes to reach the highest cabinets in his kitchen ; an oversight on his part he’s yet to rectify. ❛ figured if i do it enough my insides might just turn to steel or somethin’. ❜
pouring out two mugs, clint slides one across the bar with a shrug of one shoulder and a downward tug of his lips. the next sip of his coffee is marginally more hesitant, though he supposes at this point it hardly matters much, as he may or may not be SCARRED for life. ❛ you missed the leaning tower of pizza by about six days––– ❜ a blonde eyebrow quirks. ❛ –––please tell me you didn’t stop by just for that. ❜
