Eyes in the Sky

Clint and Rikki's Awesome Urban Adventure

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Uh. I mean-

[He couldn’t see where she lived. With his whole avuncular thing going on there was no way he’d let her stay there. But she couldn’t turn him down without looking suspicious.]

… Sure. Thanks.

[Easy, pretend to live somewhere nearby.]

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[Her hesitation didn't go unnoticed. He squinted at her. Was she trying to hide something from him again? He shook his head and sighed. Why did he care anyway?]

Good. Now get ya things, we'll leave when you're ready.

#noworldnomad

+mightymarksman

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She thought about pinching (and shaking) his cheek when he commented on his winning smile but refrained, though a sly little smirk did pass over her face at the thought. ”No? How do you want to go? Sandwiched between a brunette and a blonde with winning ‘assets’?” She only suggested it because it sounded like a better alternative than “fighting” which would have been her own answer.

Dinah listened intently as he gave the brief run down on his favorite kinds of places, smiling but laughed when he held out on the punchline. ”Sure.” She said with far less hesitation than was probably wise, “I’d love to.”

He pretended to be thoughtful and let out a contemplative 'hmmm' while he stroked his chin. "Y'know, that's almost exactly how I want to go out. How'd you figure that out? You're not--you're not a telepath, are ya?" It really was pretty close though. Ideally, he'd always thought that going out in an explosion--a final blaze of glory--that was the only proper way to go.

He smiled broadly at her response. "Awesome. I'll--uh, lemme know when you swing by and I'll make it happen. It's not as fancy as this, of course--" he did a sweeping motion with one hand across the skyline. "--but I'm sure you'll love it."

#canarynoir

notheretolearn

The blonde looked up from her swearing friend to see the thugs inside of the warehouse starting to come out of the warehouse. Steph pursed her lips and tilted her head to the side.

"Here to help as long as I get to throw down with these jokers, they’ll never know what hit’em," she looked over her shoulder and the man and grinned. "Also there is a big bad boss man in here I gotta shake down, that cool with you?" The blonde didn’t wait for an answer before running towards the van and vaulting herself over the hood of the van.

"Come on ‘bro’s,’ make this worth my time," The blonde laughed and snapped her bo staff to full length.

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She was off to a running start before he could so much as respond. He finally shrugged and lowered his bow. "Works for me."

Goons were now pouring out of the warehouse. So much for his planned surprise attack. He climbed onto the top of the van and immediately got to work picking them off from his higher ground.

It was working, until a few bullet shots ricocheted off the van just inches away from his feet. "Holy shit--" Time to go. He leaped off the van and right onto one of the thugs that was rushing up to him. "Crooootch in the face, buddy!" He socked him hard in the face and just as the man fell over backwards from unconsciousness, Clint did a little jump and landed neatly on the ground with both feet.

"Need any help over there, little girl?" he called out loud.

#notheretolearn

Kate poured him a mug of coffee and herself one with a little smile. “Well, I’m not like…eighty-five or how ever old you are” she teases, passing him his coffee. “No, I’m just…. eh, morning person… sort of” she hums, sipping her coffee with a little smile.

Taking the toast out, Kate puts a piece on a paper towel and sets it in front of Clint on the counter before she trails back to the couch with her own and plops herself down.

"Eighty-five is pushin' it, kiddo," he said, wagging a finger at her as he accepted the coffee gratefully. Truth to be told, some days he did feel like eighty-five. He sure as hell was getting too old for the really weird things like teenagers liked these days like--what the hell was that phone app that sounded like a plant appendage? Shit like that.

"Don't you have like, classes in college or somethin'?" He took a bite out of the toast and instantly deposited it onto his palm because it was burning hot.

#yourenotabadguyclint

[text] I hope I'm not too late to wish you a happy new year?

[He stared at his cell phone for a long time out of a mixture of shock, relief, and anger.]

[text]: About damn time. Where the hell were you?!

[ Seconds, minutes ticked away while she stared down at her mobile. Her fingers hovered over the buttons as a tight feeling settled in her chest. Did he honestly believe that she hadn’t thought about sending him, and others, a message? Did he really think her to be that cold hearted?

Well, then again, she never made the effort to convince anyone of the contrary. Except maybe… But that was ancient history. ]

[text] The less news you hear about me, the better. Trust me.

[That was not how he wanted it to work, dammit.

But he understood what she meant, why she chose to do things that way. He shouldn’t complicate matters and put her life in danger as a result. It was selfish and unfair. And he’d made enough selfish decisions to last him a lifetime.]

[text]: Ok Sure I underst- Take care of yourself, Fel.

[text]: Don’t get kil- Don’t be a stranger.

#ooc #i'm a terrible rper #it is known #gonna work on replies now

holy shit i didn't realise i've been away for so long I APOLOGISE

[text] I hope I'm not too late to wish you a happy new year?

[He stared at his cell phone for a long time out of a mixture of shock, relief, and anger.]

[text]: About damn time. Where the hell were you?!

[text] What do you want to hear then?

[Good question. What did he want to hear from her? He knew that she wasn't the type of person who made excuses for their behavior. He wouldn't want her to do it too, change herself just to make him--or anyone, for that matter--happy. All he was doing was fooling himself.]

[text]: Something. Anything. Just not this.

[text]: You know what? It doesn't matter. You're fine. That's all I need to know.

…

#pitynotawidow #[/sends good vibes your way]

I went too far, didn't I?

[text] I hope I'm not too late to wish you a happy new year?

[He stared at his cell phone for a long time out of a mixture of shock, relief, and anger.]

[text]: About damn time. Where the hell were you?!

[ His reaction was unexpected, to say the least. The job forgotten for the moment, she took some time to think about the best way to reply. And to sort out her own feelings.

In her world, not hearing anything about anyone was a good thing. The moment you got news about someone it almost always meant something bad has happened. Keeping those she held dear in the dark about what she was up to was her way of showing that she did indeed care.

But there was no way that she’d ever admit to that openly. To anyone.

Closing her eyes, a small smile found its way to her lips. ]

[text] Thank you, Clint.

[After all that time, not knowing if she was alive or dead, and all she could say to him was a measly 'thank you'?

No way was he going to let that slide.]

[text]: Is that all you can say?

[text]: You owe me more than just a thank you, for christ' sake. You don't get to hit and run on me like that, Fel. I won't let you.

Don’t.

Next time you decide to fall of the grid, I don’t come looking –– could be that simple. Takes less time, keeps more money with SHIELD.

#pitynotawidow #[what can i do to make it better]

Aw, Tasha.

Y'didn't mean that.

stephensttrange

To successfully make a shot, you gotta follow and master basic steps. Your stance is the foundation, where you draw your strength. Nock the arrow and grip. Realize you are wielding a weapon. Mindset. Focus solely on your goal, regardless of your surroundings. Be in the now. Set up and draw. Inhale and prepare for what you are about to do. Aim. All that remains is you and your target. Release and follow through.

Take responsibility for the outcome. For every shot. - x

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Caution: badasses at work.

AVX Vs. #5, pages 2-4. October 2012. Collected in: Avengers vs. X-Men: VS by Jason Aaron http://www.amazon.com/dp/0785165207

#[fun times ayyy]

I didn’t appreciate doing it on my own.

#pitynotawidow #[yeah i'm feeling better X'D #thank youuu #and you?]

What happened to 'Clint, I swear to God, all you're doing is getting in the way'? [He smirked.]

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Okay, yeah, that’s fine—

Uh, Katie, Katie Bishop. Technically it’s Kate, and if you wanna get even more technical it’s Katherine, but everyone calls me Katie.

Katie. [He repeated the name carefully.]

Is this-- [Then he noticed something.] How old are you?

#ultimatekatie

[text] I hope I'm not too late to wish you a happy new year?

[He stared at his cell phone for a long time out of a mixture of shock, relief, and anger.]

[text]: About damn time. Where the hell were you?!

[ She stopped what she was doing when she felt her mobile buzzing with a new message. Raising an eyebrow when she read his reply, she couldn’t help but smile at his choice of words. ]

[text] Still am, love. Working. Hiding.

[text] Trying to get some unpleasant characters off my back.

[text] The usual.

[His heart was still racing as he gripped his cell tightly, waiting for her response. She's okay. She's fine. It's just her habit, that's all. She had to stay hidden, or else she wouldn't have been--fuck. Then why was he so angry?]

[text]: Not a single text in months.

[text]: Not even a phone call.

[text]: You couldn't even have left a note?!

[text]: Damn it, Fel. Do you have any idea how mad I am at you???

Anyone could have been asking for help.