"Jesus, I always knew it was big - but this is gigantic"
Nat whistled, looking down over the edge. "Damn! You could really kil a person knocking them off the edge of this"
Coulson, looking a little green around the gills, was standing far away from the edge. "Speaking of - please step back"
Clint turned his head over his shoulder to look at the older man. "Coulson - are you afraid of heights?!"
"No way - Coulson isn't afraid of anything. He eats fear for breakfast"
"Both of you are ridiculous - please step away from the edge. I'm not afraid of heights - I'm afraid of paperwork and being responsible for two dead highly trained agents"
Clint elbowed Nat, walking away from the edge. "Here that Nat?"
"Sure did - Coulson loveeessss us"
"You're not excused from my tazer either"
"I'd love to see you try"
"If anyone could Nat - it'd be him"
Coulson sighed, "Can we please just walk? I would like to get to that steakhouse and then check into our hotel before midnight please"
"If you spin us around at lightning speed one more time Clint, I don't care if this is the happiest place on Earth - I'll kil you" Nat hissed.
Clint thought about risking his life, but after seeing Coulson also shooting daggers at him - he decided against it.
Who knew his two best friends would be such babies? It wasn't like he was even going that fast - he had surely gone faster in the jets when he flew them. And those went upside down!!
The ride slowed to a stop, and the three adults slowly climbed out. Coulson and Nat were a little unsteady on their feet- but Clint was pratically skipping away. He had purple bedazzled Mickey Ears that were slightly askew on his head. "I'm getting something to eat - you guys hungry?"
"Just the thought of food right now makes me sick" Coulson said with a groan, sitting down at the nearest bench.
"You go load up you overgrown child - we'll stay here and settle our stomachs"
"Suit yourselves" Clint said with a shrug.
He came back after twenty minutes later, two ginger ales in hand. "Here ya go"
"What happened to your food?"
"Oh... I ate it all. Spinning makes me hungry"
"Ugh, don't mention food yet"
"Are you both sure you guys are just sick because of the ride? It should have calmed down by now."
Coulson frowned, looking out at the huge sculpture carved into the rock. "I thought they would be in better shape"
Clint shook his head, turning his back. "They carved these guys into rock that was never supposed to be touched about a hundred years ago. Of course they're in bad shape"
Nat threw a couple of cheese curds into her mouth, "Personally - I think it's karma. The Earth putting things to rights, ya know?"
Coulson sighed again, "Well - at least I can say I saw it. Who's up for pizza"
Hawk groaned as he woke up, his hand going to his head as the ache started up. "If there any 'traveled back in time' hangover cures in the medieval ages?"
Hawk slowly rolled his way into a sitting position and cast his glance around the room. Everything was a lot nicer than he had originally planned for. This definitely didn't look like a servant's quarters to Natasha's highborn status.
"Speaking of..." Hawk muttered to himself as he rolled out of the bed and threw on the nearest clothing he could find. "I hope to god she's here because I'm not walking around in some medieval dude's body by myself."
Hawk slowly cracked open his door and looked around. No one was walking past. Good.
"Natasha? Natasha!" He hissed as he walked down the hallway. Hawk hoped to not pass anyone, or if he did he hoped it was Nat. "Natasha please answer me..."
You are aware that you do not have to stalk our puppies on Instagram, right? That you can, in fact, just come up to the top floor and play with them? Pepper and I won't mind. We're kind of surprised you haven't yet, actually.
Hawk shuffled his feet, “I mean... I didn’t want to be rude or anything..... Top floor you say?”
