What Happened To My Socks?! (Clint Barton x Female!Reader) One-shot/Drabble
Pairing: Clint Barton x Female!Reader
Summary: Clint can’t find any of his socks. The Avengers left the Tower, not including Y/N and him. He’s just hungry with cold feet.
Word Count: 551
Warnings: Implied sex, some swearing –I think….
A/N: This is for @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics challenge. Enjoy!
My Masterlist
“What happened to my socks?!” Clint mumbled under his breath, cursing,” Where could of I possibly put them, damnit!?”
Taking the elevator to the common floor, Clint stepped out looking around. “Hey, guys. Do you know what happened to all of socks?”
“Morning Barton,” Y/N greeted him, Clint couldn’t stop staring, he was the only one who drank straight from the pot, until now apparently. The coffee, in the pot, was light brown sitting in Y/N’s hands, she was wearing a large, purple, checked t-shirt, Stars and Stripes shorts, her (Y/H/C) was perching on top of her head in a messy bun, purple rimmed glasses sitting on her nose reading something on her phone, and- are those his socks!?
“Are those my socks?”
“So what if they are, Barton?”
“I can’t find any of mine.”
“Oops.”
She says oops. Oops!
“Have you been stealing my socks?”
“Not only your socks, though they are very comfy.” She wiggled her toes, glancing up, smirking at him, her (Y/E/C) eyes glimmered with something –mischief maybe.
Clint’s jaw dropped, “So, that’s where all of my clothes have been going!?”
“Mostly, Nat has some too.”
“Wha-how!?”
“Well duh, we’re sneaky. She’s an assassin and I’m an ex-art thief, you can’t really best people who know how to sneak around and professionals about it.”
You got to be kidding me, Clint thought.
Clint looked around, “Where is everyone else?”
“Out getting breakfast now, there an attack, we handled it, apparently you didn’t hear it the alarm though. Don’t feel bad, it barely took an hour.”
Y/N moved towards the fridge, opening the door and started pulling stuff out. Clint suddenly felt self-conscious about his sweatpants and muscle shirt and bare feet, whilst trying not to look at Y/N’s ass in those shorts. She seemed to be wiggling it excessively.
“Your ass looks nice today. Not that it doesn’t always look good.”
She frigging laughed! Here he thought she would kick his ass.
“Well, these shorts originally belonged to Steve. Natasha stole them from Steve, then I stole them from her.”
“Wow.”
“I know right.”
Such sarcasm, Clint thought dryly.
She set a plate of eggs, bacon, and pancakes she retrieved from the microwave.
“Eat.”
"Yes'm." Clint winked.
Clint devoured the bacon and eggs first. Covering the pancakes in strawberry syrup, Clint cut it up into bite size pieces, going to take a bite only to be interrupted by Y/N stealing the piece of pancake right off of his fork.
“Hey!” Clint exclaimed, pouting, “That’s my pancake!”
“Alright,” Y/N spoke with mouth full.
Chewing a bit before, kissing him full on the lips to trade the syrup left back to him.
He stood shell-shocked, mind still working on processing what had just occurred.
“What?”
She sighed, exasperated.
“I like you, dummy. So, I got breakfast and I kissed. I also stole your clothes, not only because they’re comfy, but because they’re yours.”
She gave him an earnest, openly hopeful look.
“Does this mean I get my socks back?”
That startled a laugh out of her.
“Nope. I’m keeping them. I didn’t lie about them being comfortable,” she said, popping the ‘p’. “But….you could take them off…along with the rest of my clothes.” She winked.
Her hips swayed enticingly on her way out of the kitchen.
why do some dog residues sell at different prices at the tem shop?
(undertale spoilers)
While it may seem like Dog Residue is Dog Residue no matter how one looks at it, this isn’t the case in the code. In terms of game mechanics, Dog Residue is handled as six separate items, each with not only their own separate flavor text, but also separate sell value.
This means that whenever the game fills out your inventory upon using Dog Residue, it actually picks from a pool of seven items (Dog Salad and the six types of Residue), rather than just two. This is why not all Dog Residue are sold at the same price.
Note: The Dog Residues are in the same order as in the previous screenshot.
"COURT DECIDES DRINKING NEVER ACTUATED CRIME," Hamilton Spectator. October 26, 1943. Page 7.
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Magistrate Rejects Accused's Contention Intoxication Caused His Trouble
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Herman Opperchuk Sentenced to Reformatory For Stealing Hosiery
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Admission of the theft of six pairs of socks from a store resulted in a sentence of six months definite and six months indefinite at the Ontario reformatory being imposed in magistrate's court this morning on Herman Opperchuk, 48, of 42 Bay street north.
After reading the record of the accused, which included many offences, Magistrate H. A. Burbidge rejected his plea that he only stole when he was intoxicated.
Matthew Leeson, who gave the Ontario Hospital as his address, pleaded guilty to the theft of a pair of trousers from a department store. Acting Crown Attorney Hugh Brown consented to a remand of one week.
Given Dual Sentence
Albert Hill, 411 King street east, who pleaded guilty to a vagrancy charge in magistrate's court on Saturday, was sentenced to 30 days in jail by Magistrate James McKay this morning. Hill was picked up by the police in the early hours of Saturday riding over the back roads near Aldershot.
Convicted of a breach of the National Selective Service Mobilization Act, he was sentenced to 21 days in jail, the terms to run concurrently.
“Theft of Socks Charged,” Toronto Globe. June 8, 1931. Page 02.
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Fred Day, 42 Shirley Street, was arrested on Yonge Street Saturday afternoon by Motorcycle Constable Edwards on a charge of theft of socks from the counter of a downtown store.
