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On the first night of Halloween

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Clint could hardly recognize the place with all the decorations. The place was completely decked out as if for a Halloween party despite it basically being a month away. He shook his head as his lab padded towards him in a costume. He kneeled down to gave Lucky some love. Surprisingly he didn’t seem bothered by the dress up.

The archer moved towarss the couch and plopped down. “Are you like this for every season or is it just Halloween? Like don’t get me wrong I’m all game for it all, but should I expect a christmas tee a day after thanksgiving too?” He half joked, moving a bit to rub at her back.

“You were supposed to take the day off today. You looked so sick this morning. Atleast I thought so. Was it just like a half day thing or something?” He questioned gently.

“No, silly, it goes up on the first of December,” Amelia corrected him in a matter-of-fact tone. She leaned back into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut as she hummed softly, enjoying it for a moment before opening her eyes and looking up at her husband with a shy, nearly sheepish smile. “...Is this okay?” she asked shyly, hoping he really didn’t mind.

Amelia shrugged at Clint’s question before she got up and sat down on his lap, leaning into him, resting her cheek against his neck. “I don’ tknow,” she murmured against his skin. “I felt better about three hours after you left. Either it’s just a bug or maybe I just had a bad gyro at dinner.” She looked up at him. “But I feel better now... Maybe we can go out for some chocolate shakes?”

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@archerxunmade: Amelia at Clint’s stack of paperwork

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"I thought halloween was at the end of the month?" Clint stated withan eyebrow raised as he peered inside the apartment.

“What? I was feeling better so I thought I’d decorate,” Amelia responded, a faint pout to her lips, sitting in the middle of their living room in a pair of leggings and an oversized Nightmare Before Chirstmas shirt. She was feeling sick to her stomach that morning, Clint insisted she call in sick.

There living room had black and blue bat streamers across the ceiling, decorative pumpkins on the coffee table, a black throw blanket with a full moon and wolves on their couch, and she was currently working on a miniature Halloween town.

At that moment, Lucky came running in, with a blue wizard hat on his head and a red robe doggy costume on–like the Sorcerer’s Apprentice from Fantasia.

…And the song “This is Halloween” could be heard from her iPod…

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“...You are my hero, and this is my happy ending."

(a Clint/Amelia fanmix)

01.) “Savin’ Me” // Nickelback 02.) “Don’t Let Me Go” // The Click Five 03.) “Fuckin’ Perfect” // P!nk 04.) “I Need You to Love Me” // Barlow Girl 05.) “Let’s Hear It for the Boy” // Deniece Williams 06.) “Forget About Love” // The Return of Jafar 07.) “Hero” // Skillet 08.) “Somewhere in Neverland” // All Time Low 09.) “Through the Glass” // Stone Sour 10.) “Flaws” // Bastille 11.) “I Bet My Life” // Imagine Dragons 12.) “Come and Get It” // Postmodern Jukebox 13.) “The Way You Look Tonight” // Frank Sinatra 14.) “Carousel” // Melanie Martinez 15.) “Maid Marian” // Robin Hood: The Prince of Thieves

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...Something tells me Clint’s proposal went something like this... XD

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“You’re my Robin Hood.”

“The only thing I want to steal your heart.”

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"Hey, How was work?" Clint inquired from the couch as he heard the door open up.

Phil flopped down on the couch next to Clint, sighing and leaning against him. “Bad,” he murmured. “How was your day?”

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" What kind of crime is committed when a bird is attacked?" Clint asked with a grin as he adjusted in his heavy restraints.

“…”

Amelia didn’t answer him at first. Her eyes were still trained on ahead where their gear and effects were locked up. The weapons, she had expected would be confiscated. But it was her grandmother’s rosary being held ransom that ate at her.

Finally, she looked down, sighing heavily as she fiddled with her hands, her shoulders slumping.

“I give up Clint, what is it?” she responded.

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