#clint: threads

[ofbartonss]

[ open starter // @thephoenixstart ]

          clint let out a sigh as the last of the large group of women walked out of the shop. it was the thing he hated the most about this time of year, the ugg wearing women coming in wanting their blessed pumpkin spice drinks. if it wouldn’t kill his business he’d not sell anything pumpkin, but he had to sell them so when he was working at the shop he’d put on a brave face and pretend like he wasn’t sick of pumpkin spice. “i never thought i’d say this but i miss summer. can we go back to the days when no one wanted pumpkin spice?”

[ofbartonss]

[ closed starter // @oflokismischief ]

          “i don’t know if i said it or not, but it’s much more fun fighting with you than against you.” clint smiled at loki as they walked through the park hand in hand. things had settled down for the moment now that daisy was safe and recovering and the blonde figured that they should take advantage of it, after all who knew how long it would last. “’tasha was was a little annoyed at us though... flirting over comms might not have been the best idea.” one thing about clint was he didn’t hold back many thoughts, which led to the blonde saying a lot of random shit. like that one time in seville when he and ‘tasha were on a stake out and he went on and on about how dolphins will literally drag people to the ocean floor to get their rocks off... he’d been banned from watching the discovery channel after that one. so clint saying thoughts as they popped into his head just happened sometimes, this was one of those times. “we should move in together.”

[ofbartonss]

[ closed starter // @oflokismischief ]

[ incoming message > legit god 🍐 ]  i’m your husband! i’m the greatest good you’ll ever get!

[ sent message >  legit god 🍐 ] wait wait wait [ sent message >  legit god 🍐 ] pump the brakes [ sent message >  legit god 🍐 ] when did we get married?

[ofbartonss]

[ closed starter // @ofkatebishop ]

[ incoming message > other 🏹 ]  i’m going to need you to call me in ten minutes with a fake emergency.

[ outgoing message >  other 🏹 ] ten minutes?? [ outgoing message >  other 🏹 ] pssh, i can give you a real emergency in two

[ofbartonss]

[ closed starter /// @oflokismischief ]

[ sent message > legit god 🍐 ] i think i need to go to the doctor [ sent message > legit god 🍐 ] there’s something wrong with my eyes

[ofbartonss]

[ closed starter /// @ofwiiccan ]

          clint and lucky were sitting in the back of the lecture hall, waiting for the class to start and the professor to introduce him. he’d been asked to come and talk to a group of students at the shield academy, which he normally wouldn’t do because he was a mess and not the right person to try and teach anyone anything other than how to brew coffee or fire a bow, but clint owed the guy a favour so here he was bright and early already on his fourth pot of coffee. he was a little bored so he moved down a few rows and sat next to one of the students that was already there “soooo... what time to they start this whole shindig? cause ol’ sideburns up there told me 8:30 and it’s already after 9.”

[ofbartonss]

[ open event starter // @thephoenixstart ]

          was clint in a different body? yes. was clint going to stop his day because of it? no... well, at least not totally. for the most part things were still somewhat normal for him, apart from the occasional floating chair and changing between loki’s male and female forms ( which was one hell of an experience. ) a couple of his baristas were effected by whatever happened so he was covering for them. for the first day in practically his entire life, clint hadn’t hurt himself yet. he also didn’t need his hearing aids at all which was nice, but he was worried about loki having to deal with that. he’d only had godly durability for a few hours and he could tell it’d be a struggle to not have it. hearing the bell he looked up and smiled “are you you or did you get the ol’ switcharoo too?”

[ofbartonss]

[ closed starter /// @oflokismischief ]

          “i know little guy, i know.” clint cooed at the soaked ball of fur that was snuggled against his chest under his coat “we’re almost home and i promise to get you all nice and dry.” he had just locked up the shop when he could hear the faint cries of a kitten coming from underneath one of the dumpsters in the alley. clint had barely been able to reach underneath to grab the little thing, but when he pulled the blue eyed black ball of fur out clint knew he couldn’t just leave him. between the cold and the downpour clint wasn’t sure it would last the night... not to mention the strange feeling of one of its legs. the way it was completely limp didn’t give clint a good feeling. before he knew it, the wet pair had finally arrived at the apartment. “hey... i’m home.” clint called out as he kicked off his shoes before pulling the kitten out from under his coat “see, isn’t it nice to be out of that rain?” he murmured to the animal