Clint Barton

I'm not even going to attempt to be awake until at least two mugs of this mud we call coffee...

[hawksandjava-blog]

"I guess...I'm kind of annoyed."

[dontcallmestevie]

"Yeah, you have no idea. There’s this one guy, named Dugan, in one of my classes. He says he’s a world war two vet; he’s one of the loudest guys in the class too, it’s crazy." Steve shook his head, grinning as he remembered one of Dugan’s particularly colorful comments.

"Thanks for the offer. I barely have the time to come in here as it is, but if my schedule magically opens up I’ll let you know."

[hawksandjava-blog]

Right, he did have a busy schedule with school and all. "Right I almost forgot. Well, you know you always have a place here. I think your pretty face brings in all the ladies who have seen it. I actually get asked about you a lot..." He chuckled at the thought.

[coffeebeanscoffeeschemes-blog]

[Text] you wanna go out sometime?

[text] where?

[coffeebeanscoffeeschemes-blog]

She smiled and leaned in close so he could hear her, “I do on occasion.” She hadn’t felt this relaxed with someone in a while. The band ended one song and moved straight into another. The tempo a little fast than the last.

As she danced, she started to feel the heat of everyone around her and there were a lot of people. She leaned into Clint, resting her hand on his arm. “I’m just going to get a drink, I’ll be right back…” She turned and started towards the bar, not waiting for his reply. She knew he’d be fine without her.

[hawksandjava-blog]

The next song had been a lot more faster than the previous and the energy of the crowd only got grew with everyone's cheers. He knew it was better for him to keep his shirt on even though he was tempted to toss it off. HE couldn't hear what she was saying, but he thought he heard something about a drink. She must have been hot too. Not wanting to be a rude person, he followed her out of the mob of people and joined her at the bar. 

[dontcallmestevie]

"Yeah, I’ll second that." Steve lifted his empty mug, tipping it in agreement. He set it back down as Clint changed the topic. "Well, besides for those little commissions I pick up, I’m basically living off the scholarship money I’m collecting. I’m technically a student even if I’m a little old for it, so." He shrugged, spreading his arms wide.

[hawksandjava-blog]

"Bah, there's no such thing as being too old for school, you know? I know there are old people who go to college too." he said. He really wasn't sure how true that statement was but he really wouldn't want his friend to feel some kind of way about going into college late. "Well, if you don't and if you'd like to pick up some extra cash, you can always work here sometimes." he told him. 

[coffeebeanscoffeeschemes-blog]

[Text] you wanna go out sometime?

[text] where?

[coffeebeanscoffeeschemes-blog]

She smiled with him, she didn’t know the lyrics but she danced to the beat as it came through the speakers. Others danced around them and sang as well but Clint seemed to be having the best time and seemed so excited. 

[hawksandjava-blog]

He had to force himself to calm down from the high of the music. His head was going to be throbbing later for sure. He chuckled to himself as he looked over to Natasha and saw her dancing to the music. "Oh so you do know how to loosen up, Red." he said into her ear as he began to dance with her .

[dontcallmestevie]

"Glad to hear it." Steve could vaguely remember Barney sporting the ghost of a black eye when he was last in the shop. Steve was no stranger to black eyes.

"Sucks, man. I’m sorry," Steve responded quietly. He didn’t know much about Clint’s past, always felt kind of bad for that. But he figured there was a reason for that. Certain memories are hard to think about, and even harder to talk of.

[hawksandjava-blog]

He waved a hand at that, "Nah nah, don't apologize. I don't want any pity, right? Shit happens." he mumbled. He didn't really enjoy talking about his parents, much less his alcoholic and abusive father. "Say, Steve? DO you have a job?" he asked suddenly to change the subject.

[coffeebeanscoffeeschemes-blog]

[Text] you wanna go out sometime?

[text] where?

[coffeebeanscoffeeschemes-blog]

She hadn’t expected him to grab her hand and when he tugged her quickly pulled back the slightest bit, a little hesitant. She wasn’t used to people touching her. But she knew Clint didn’t mean any harm so she allowed him to pull her with him. She moved with him, staying behind him so she could easily manoeuvre through the throngs of people pushing together and dancing.

[hawksandjava-blog]

He probably should have asked before dragging her through the crowd, but his excitement really got the better of him in this situation. They finally made it to the very front, against the barricade. He flashed her a grin before screaming out the lyrics to a song. 

[dontcallmestevie]

"Yeah,well, when the schedule is sitting in front of you, you’ve got to get used to imagining it pretty fast." Steve was just relieved to have made some headway. "Yeah, I remember your brother. He swang by here a few times. Barney, right? How’s he doing?" He frowned down at the table at Clint’s mention of his mom. "How long ago’d you lose her?" he asked quietly, tentatively.

[hawksandjava-blog]

He nodded at the mention of his brother. The used to have such an aggressive relationship, but it has really come a long way. "Yeah, that's Barney. He's doing fine. Staying out the hospital, heh." His brother was quite the street fighter.  He raised a brow as he asked about his mom, "Mom? The beautiful Edith Barton?" he laughed softly. "Car accident. With our drunken dad. We were only kids..."

[coffeebeanscoffeeschemes-blog]

[Text] you wanna go out sometime?

[text] where?

[coffeebeanscoffeeschemes-blog]

She laughed, “Well I’ll try not get lost this time. No promises I won’t laugh if you get tossed on your ass again though.” She snickered as she remembered his face as he fell. Suddenly the music started up again as the main band began playing. Her eyes now glued to the stage as she bopped her head to the music

[hawksandjava-blog]

HE grinned as the band opened with a familiar song. He was itching to run to the front of the crowd once more. He looked to the stage and back to Natasha a few times before grabbing her hand and tugging her along with him as he pushed through the crowd to make his way to the front. 

[dontcallmestevie]

"Holiday. ha." Steve shook his head. "I’m cramming in six classes next semester, so I was neck-deep in the reading. And I started doing some art commissions to pull in some extra cash, quick sketches for a few extra bucks, so I was pretty much busy all vacation."

He didn’t mention the six hours he’d spet on the couch watching-but-not-actually-watching all of the Christmas movies, ranging from Charlie Brown to Nightmare Before Christmas, and thinking about his mom. He usually tried not to be too morose, but holidays were always hard.

"I did have a Christmas dinner though, don’t worry. Bucky sat across from me and played dreidel  while saying he wholeheartedly disapproved and picked at the turkey." He smiled, and hoped it looked fond, not sad. "How about yourself?"

[hawksandjava-blog]

He snorted at the image that came to his head. He still envisioned tiny Steve buried behind a pile of books so high that nobody could find him. "I could't imagine having the amount of classes to take at all..." he said, shaking his head. "Christmas and New Years...well its just me and brother really. We may get each other a few things and buy a bunch of beer. Sometimes we'll reminisce about mom...." It really was just them both.

[dontcallmestevie]

"Nah, don’t apologize." Steve flapped his hand as though he could wave away the comment. "Everybody’s got one one of those sides, and it’s not your fault it exists. You’re only to blame if you act on it, let it grow bigger."

[hawksandjava-blog]

Steve really was an understanding guy, He was thankful for his friendship because god knows the man needed friends. He waved to someone as they headed out the door, "What did you do for your holiday, man?"

[coffeebeanscoffeeschemes-blog]

[Text] you wanna go out sometime?

[text] where?

[coffeebeanscoffeeschemes-blog]

She laughed, “Well I might just ask him anyway. I’m interested to see what he says. But don’t worry, I make my own decisions about people.” She smiled. “So are the main band up next?” She looked up as another ban came on stage and were setting up.

[hawksandjava-blog]

He nodded as he took a sip of his beer, "Yeah they are. Finally. Sorry fi I somehow end up in the front of the corwd again. I'll drag you with me next time." he flashed her a grin. "No promises if I end up crowd surfing again though."

[dontcallmestevie]

"Careful Clint, you almost sound jealous." Steve pulled his face away from the empty shop, looking over at Clint and raising an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with humor. "I thought you and Stark were pretty okay." Not that Steve payed much attention to who Stark did and didn’t talk to. He didn’t care to waste his time on the mechanic.

[hawksandjava-blog]

He sighed. He probably did sound jealous. That's the last thing he wanted to come off as. "We are okay. We're fine I'm just a petty guy sometimes really..." he said, leaning against the bar. He gave him a grin though, "Sorry about that. Nobody needs to see that side."

[hawksandjava-blog]

ooc: Phil is still with us, guys. I think we should all try to gather our friends into this group

[hawksandjava-blog]

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[coffeebeanscoffeeschemes-blog]

[Text] you wanna go out sometime?

[text] where?

[coffeebeanscoffeeschemes-blog]

She laughed, “You seem worried as if he’d say something horrible about you? What is he an asshole? Cos I’ve met the guy. He seemed pretty cool.” She really was starting to wonder what he’d tell her. And why Clint was so worried. Surely Phil wouldn’t make up something bad just to turn her off Clint?

[hawksandjava-blog]

"No no, he;s not an asshole no..." he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "He's really a good friend of mine in all honesty. He's just...eccentric sometimes? I'm not sure how to word it to be hoenst..."

[dontcallmestevie]

Steve glanced through the window at the shop across the stree . He hadn’t been around much lately, but “I bet Stark’s got an education of sorts. He seems like the type who’s been, taught some, even if he didn’t learn much.” Plus Steve had briefly met who he had assumed were some distant relatives of his, Howard and Maria. They didn’t seem like the type of family who didn’t get a solid education.

[hawksandjava-blog]

"Tch, Stark is so privileged. I'm willing to bet his family paid for him to go to the top schools and all. Of course he's gotten an education. Damn genius he is..." he mumbled. Not that he was jealous or anything really.