#hawks-eye-view

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You know, normal people would at least leave their brother a goodbye message before DISAPPEARING FOR TWO WHOLE WEEKS. Just an observation. Jesus Christ, Evie. Give a guy some warning. -Clint

After her extraction, Evangeline had spent weeks recuperating in a hospital facility. She was still weak, though, and had been ordered to bed rest. The first thing she did when she got to her apartment, however, was drop onto her couch with the handful of messages that had been left for her while she was away. The first was Clint’s, and her stomach churned. She had felt horrible leaving without a word and even worse in the times when she thought wasn’t coming home, but this only topped it.

"Shit," she mumbled, her head dropping back as she closed her eyes and took a shaky breath.

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[text: Brother Bird] Why did you leave? I need to know.

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Haunt Me

Base upon your one about Mira: x

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Mira knew she should have moved on by now, either to the pearly gates of heaven or otherwise. She suspected otherwise after everything she’d done in life. All the things people had never known about. She was thankful that they never would. But there was one good thing about her still being here. Him.

She smiled whenever she saw him. He didn’t smile back. She’d walk beside him, try to talk to him. He wouldn’t answer. She’d try and touch him but her hands would go right through him and he’d shiver and she would hate herself. She’d scream in desperate attempts to get his attention. It didn’t.

She’d already gotten used to the fact that there was no sound when her feet touched the ground. He was walking, not noticing her. When he finally stopped, she was thankful for a computer being in the room. Somehow she had to let him know she was there.

Solitaire. He’d know. He’d have to know. He’d watched her hundreds of times and she’d watched him. The volume was full blast. She started the game. She clicked and moved the cards. She glanced over her shoulder.

Notice me, please please please notice me.

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Nurse Me

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

"Idiot," she muttered, rummaging through her first aid kit. Her brother was sitting in front of her, and she was less than pleased about the state he was in. It had been a while since she had last seen or heard from him, and all of a sudden he had shown up at her door, covered in bruises and gashes.

She finished dousing a cloth in alcohol, raising a hand and dabbing at his wounds. He winced, and her frown grew deeper.

"I expect a full explanation for this," she said, trying to distract him while asking for answers at the same time. She kept on cleaning him up, her hand a little more gentle than before. "Whoever did this to you should regret messing with a Barton."

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"Eva!" The shout rang through the alley as their attacker turned and ran. Clint spared them no attention, turning instead to tend to his fallen sister. Gathering her quickly in his arms, he pressed his hands on the gunshot wound on her stomach, tears blurring his vision as her chest heaved with labored breaths. "Why did you do that, you idiot?" he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "We had a deal. Neither of us get to die before we're forty. Don't you break it. Don't you dare."

My character takes a fatal blow intended for your character. How does your character react?

Eva coughed, gripping at her stomach in pain after. She had been grazed by bullets before, but those were nothing compared to actually getting shot. Her vision was impaired, as she her remained tightly shut whle she curled in on herself.

"Clint," she managed, moving to curl into him, as well. She gasped in pain, feeling every nerve in her stomach like they were on fire. "God, that hurt more than I anticipated."

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"Amuse Me”

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up

Evangeline was terrible at having to intentionally cheer someone up. She always doubted if what she was doing was working, and that seemed to make things worse. She was trying extra hard today, though, because it wasn’t just anyone looking for a pick me up. It was Clint.

The first step of her plan started with seeing just how mopey he was. She lightly poked him a couple times to judge his temperament. The glares she received back told her it wasn’t good, but that it wasn’t too bad either.

Next, she had gone through a series of steps. She left him on her couch for a while flipping through her cable while she went into the kitchen. She spent the next hour cooking up a storm. When she noticed how the smells brought him over, she sat him on a stool and let him be her test bunny.

None of it seemed to be working, though. She frowned, not really paying attention as she turned on her blender. Unfortunately, she had forgotten to put the top on, and all of its contents had splayed across her and her ceiling. It was the most basic mistake she could think of, but it seemed to do the trick. Clint was laughing before the blender had even finished covering Evangeline in puree. The look that must have been on her face succeeded in making his laughter double, and pretty soon they were both laughing as Clint wiped off some of the beaten fruit from her face with his finger and stuck it in his mouth.

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