#convo:clint

[onehellofalawyer]

When: Present Day Where: Star City - Streets (Evening) With: Clint @cxdenamehawkeye​

He’d worked late... again. Honestly every time he promised himself he was going to be home at a reasonable hour he ended up there till gone 10pm. Since his little kidnapping by the Frost Giants it was safe to say he’d fallen behind on the paperwork and was only now feeling like he’d finally reached the peak of that particular mountain. All his cases were up to date and it was up to the courts or detectives to take things to their next level. So he was giving himself tomorrow off (barring any emergencies) so the walk home wasn’t as heavy as it could’ve been.

Until he rounded a corner and saw the ally was cut off by two looking shadows. He looked back and saw the way he’d come in was cut off by a third. Wonderful. “Alright folks,” he said, putting his hands up, “This isn’t my first mugging so how bout we cut the usual laying on of hands and I’ll give up my wallet no trouble, kay?” His (strained but breezy) request was met with laughs, ‘Fraid not Mr. Nelson. See we got some bones to pick with you bout some cases you ain’t bringing to trial.’

Aww nuts. He’d had a few letters from ‘Humans First’ groups out to vilify any folks or those who tried to treat them equally. Reaching into his pocket he curled his fingers around his keys, it was the only weapon he had (why did he leave that fuck off sword he got at home?) “Well, guess I’m going to be even later home then.” he said, happy he got one last quip out as the three figures closed in. 

[jasonwyngarde]

Dumpster Chat ||

With: Clint @xokay-this-looks-bad​ Where: Outside Dirt Club When: Present Day

He’d just finished a set and was heading out to the back of the club for a smoke. The ally was its usual grim self, barely lit, smokey with some questionable noise running off in the distance but this time heard one a little closer to home and with eyes slightly narrowed in curiosity he moved over to have a look. 

Jason’s eyebrows rose slightly when he saw a guy in what looked like a fancy dress costume (could be a hero suit, who knew these days) sat on top of a dumpster looking, well... less then situated. “And what circus did you escape from?” he asked lightly, taking a pull from his cigarette and resting his forearms on the dumpster. 

[elixirofgold]

@shootstraight-nevermiss

Clint glanced up at the kid with the darkest circles around his eyes. Sure, he probably should try to go get some sleep before he fell flat on his face, but he couldn’t. Not until he knew his family was safe. “Dually noted,” he replied, his tone very monotone before he went back to looking at the files scattered before him.

Josh sighed. He shouldn’t get involved, it was a bad idea and he didn’t want people thinking he was a damn walking coffee machine but... the little he knew of Mr. Barton’s situation was enough to cause him to make an exception, “I can help if you want? Rewire your body to give you some more energy back?” It would be easy really.

[luckiestblackcat]

@shootstraight-nevermiss

The cat was still padding around on his own a lot nowadays. Despite all the help he’d given the hero types as they’d worked against the tall, dark and green nasties he still tired not to spend too much time around them; even if it was nice  having a safe place to sleep. 

He was stalking down an ally when he spotted a guy at the other end and hopped up onto a nearby fire escape to look down at him, ‘Meow.’ he had a damn perfect imitation of a real cat’s meow down by now and it was fun to act like a real cat from time to time.