#p:clint

[capsrogers]

Pizza and Pop Culture || Clint & Steve

Toppings. Which toppings did Steve want to put on the pizza? With everything that’s been going on -- looking for Bucky, taking down HYDRA, calming down riots, and getting engaged -- he found that he was spectacular at failing to keep in contact with people. He should know better than to waste the time that he had, knowing that it could disappear so quickly. All he has are excuses, and he knows that he can be better than that. Steve and Clint has had a few online correspondences, and while this would mark the first time that Steve is visiting Clint’s apartment, he could say that he’s already met the roommate. (It was a very interesting meeting.)

With an extra-large supreme combo pizza in one hand and a liter of cola tucked into the crook of his arm, Steve made his way up to Clint’s apartment. A few of his neighbors had given him the side-eye, but he figured that it must have been because he was a new face. Yeah. That’s it. Not because he was a tall, blond white guy with enough pizza to serve a party full of guests.

Steve sighed. He wasn’t any good at the socializing thing, but he was good at the getting caught up on pop culture thing. In fact, he would like to call himself an expert. People had thrown suggestion after suggestion at him, sometimes at his request and sometimes at their solicitation. So, Steve had choices. One of the ones he had particularly been interested in was Back to the Future, yet the film was blocked because of the science. Steve was 99% sure that he could get Tony to revoke the ban, but it was more fun to watch it behind his back to later make references to it. (His fiancé would come around to watching it with him again anyway.) 

He knocked on Clint’s door, hoping the archer wasn’t too sore to move.

[tonyshellheadstark-blog]

Flagstaff Lumberjack|| Clint & Tony

JARVIS alerted Tony at an un-godly hour of the morning that, surprise, surprise, the bird had left his nest; Tony groaned into his pillow, trying to explain without words that Clint was always picking up to leave, and that Tony couldn’t have kept him in the “nest”--if that was what they were calling Avenger’s Tower these days, though on second thought JARVIS just might have been that awful hole in the wall apartment Clint always insisted on going back to--if he’d tied him down in the center, and that Tony had not built JARVIS to be an alarm clock. All of his complaints went unnoticed, of course, and it was only after a couple of sleep deprived seconds that Tony finally put the story together; something bad--even for Clint standards--had gone down at his apartment (oh, the surprises just keep coming, Tony thought dully) and the archer was now fleeing for his Arizona safe house. 

Of all the Avenger’s, Clint was the one most known for doing his own thing, for disappearing without a trace and coming back a week later with Starbucks and a dog at his heels, and so Tony was not in the habit of worrying about him--at least, he was not consciously in the habit of worrying about him; that job was best left to Natasha--and so even several hours later as Iron Man landed a mile out from Clint’s coordinates and Tony walked the rest of the way, careful not to be followed, he couldn’t quite remember why he’d came. He wasn’t worried about Clint--not exactly--and when he’d kissed Steve goodbye that morning and promised to be back before Monday, he’d meant it when he’d said nothing was wrong. Still, getting out--getting so far out he could almost see home, California just a rock’s throw in the distance--seemed almost unexplainably the right thing to do. 

Anyway, this safe “house” (Tony tended to think it looked more like a cabin, or, well, a joke), couldn’t have been more different than the towering buildings of New York City, and that felt right somehow, like hiding away in the middle of Arizona in the world’s most secluded cabin with a master assassin and human-disaster was the smartest thing he could have woken up and decided to do that day. Keep telling yourself that, Stark. Rolling his eyes at the little voice in his head that always sounded far too much like Pepper, Tony crossed the rest of the way through the yard, and actually knocked on the door (he’d contemplated picking the lock--figured it would have been easy enough--but then, an arrow in the heart wasn’t his idea of a fun time). 

[katebishop-hawkeye-blog]

Pep Talk || Hawkeye Squared

It was probably out of the blue that Kate decided to seek out Clint privately, or he probably thought so. She had actually been meaning to talk to him for a while now, maybe ever since she arrived at this hell hole. But she could never find the right time to do so. The longer the time passed, however, the more she was starting to get uneasy. It was starting to show on her face, through her actions, and she wasn't okay with this.

She was so grateful to hear that Clint would meet up with her, even just to talk for a little bit. She knew she could trust him with anything and he would tell her what she needed to hear, whether it was good or bad. She's always felt in her mind that he was the father she never had, the father figure that helped her grow into the woman she was today. Yes, she did have a father, her real father, for as long as she did. But Clint was something else. He was special in a way that she couldn't describe, and she would always be thankful to have him in her life.

She made her way to the Chapel that Clint suggested. Out of the whole time she had been here, she had never thought to explore this place. She wasn't the avid religious person, but there was something about this place that made her almost calm. She sighed, looking around to see if he was already here or not. She didn't spot him, so she sat down on one of the pews, waiting patiently.