#takexeveryxshot

[feminacanitphilomena]

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@takexeveryxshot

Maggie had been working too hard again. She hated being a burden and so hid when she was feeling tired or ill. Now she had been attempting to make some dinner and had fainted in the kitchen. The knife she'd been holding was stuck in her arm from where it fell off the countertop.

[agent19mockingbird]

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Bobbi shivered violently as she held the test tube up at eye level, her other hand pouring in a mixture. She was nearly done with the current iteration of her formula, and if it worked, she’d have a solution that could prove to be helpful. A sneeze escaped her, making her body lurch forward. She sniffled deeply, hearing the door to the lab open. “I’m almost done, babe. Shouldn’t be but…ten more—“ she was interrupted by another sneeze.

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[xnxthinglastsfxrever]

Starter called for @takexeveryxshot

⧗ The redhead was walking down the busy sidewalks of New York City, she had just got back from Maine from a minor mission; making her way to one of the gift shops she pulled out her phone from her pocket and texted her old-time friend, Barton.

Clint Barton: Hey, I'm in the city. Wanna grab lunch with me?

[imxthexhandler]

"I think I lost my paperwork..."

( @takexeveryxshot )

"..." Amelia stared at the archer for a moment, and to her credit, she managed to refrain from sighing or rolling her eyes. "...In this 'hypothetical' situation where you have lost it," she began, figuring darn well the marksman had, "do you need another copy?"

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"I can't stop shivering..." Clint complained as he dragged himself into the warm kitchen, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He'd announced coming home from a mission just an hour ago, with rain pouring against the closed windows.

"I don't like the fall or the rain or surveillance work in the rain."

Maggie shook her head and slid over a bowl of chicken soup. "I told you to dress warmly. Nat told you to dress warmly. You never listen...." She understood the dislike of being stuck out in the rain for long periods of time.

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[imxthexhandler]

🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃 - How do I get around doing paperwork??

*adds cute picture of Lucky with puppy dog eyes and a witches hat for good measure*

For every 🥃 my muse gets– they have to take a shot and share a personal fact about themselves that not many know about! --------------------------

( @takexeveryxshot)

Are you trying to get your handler drunk, Clint?

Because this is how you get your handler drunk, Clint Francis Barton!

Giggling, she was holding his phone, having to lean against the bar to keep standing, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol. “AWWW!” Amelia cooed loudly. “He’s so cute!”

She giggled some more as she clumsily handed Clint back his cell phone, picking up her latest empty shot glass, licking what remained of the lemon drop and the sugar rim. She rolled her eyes at his question and scoffed, blowing out air. “Oh, please, who do you think does half your paperwork, anyway?” Amelia remarked, her words starting to slur slightly. “I mean, did you really think your evaluation reports, Barton, really just became a two-page summary with a signature block?” She glanced down at her hand, frowning slightly as she rubbed her fingertips together. “Why are they sticky?” she mumbled, not drawing the parallel between handling a sugary drink glass and sticky fingers just yet. “I mean...I don’t know...” She gave a half-shrug. “I try to take stress off of you when I can, but if I let you completely walk all over me, you won’t respect me. Rom--Rom--Romanott--Romano--Nat told me so!” She nearly missed her chair at the bar, her depth-perception slightly off in her intoxicated state.

She looked over at him, grinning. “Your eyes are pretty,” she giggled.

[imxthexhandler]

Clint dropped a stack of papers on Amelia's desk. "Happy Birthday! That should be all the open paperwork done." He grinned, then proceeded to pull out a small case with a charm inside that resembled a slice of pizza. "Well, done reports isn't all you get."

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It was mid-morning. Amelia was seated at her desk, savoring her second cup of coffee that day, her eyes shut, just taking a moment to ‘zen’ as Tony would have called it, listening to the Lord of the Rings soundtrack, when she heard a light thud on her desk, making her eyes snap open, seeing a stack of paperwork now on her desk.

Amelia raised her eyebrows in surprise. Clint Francis Barton completed his paperwork--AGAIN??

Was the apocalypse finally coming?

“Oh. Wow. Well, Clint, this is definitely a surprise!” Amelia exclaimed with a light laugh, smiling up at him. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” And apparently, that was not the only surprise from the archer, and it easily showed on her face as he pulled out a small case. “Oh, Clint didn’t have to,” she bashfully began, still smiling sweetly, clearly touched he did remember her birthday and cared enough to give her a present (two really if you counted the paperwork, which she did).

[imxthexhandler]

With a thud Clint dropped the paperwork of the entire last two months onto Amelia's desk. He yawned, balancing a cup of coffee in his other hand. He looked like he'd worked through the last two nights. Not that sleep came easy to him.

"There you go. All there. On deadline."

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Amelia was engrossed in the email she was replying to when there was a loud thud on her desk, making her jump in shock as she glanced over to see the impressive stack of neatly collected papers and files. Her green eyes widened in surprise as she gawked at Clint’s present for a moment before finally looking up at him.

“What? You?...” Gingerly, Amelia leafed through some of the pages, still awestruck that there was easily two months worth of reports here before her.

“You...”

Her eyes broke away from his paperwork, still stunned. “You did all of this?... Why?” she asked, her voice soft, too curious and dying to know why he did this and what she could do to encourage this in the future.