Apr 24, 2016
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This is Clint's blog
Welcome! Make sure to follow everyone here, and track heroes:starter,heroes:follow,heroes:unfollow, and heroes:impo.
BLACK SACCO is a(n) 17 year old JUNIOR. They are part of the POPULARS. Within their crowd they are known as THE SURFER. They are known mostly for being WARM but every so often they can be VULGAR. I’d say they remind me of XAVIER SAMUEL, wouldn’t you?
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Favorite new friend so far?
Oh come on, that’s not fair. Is it cheating to chose my cousin? Clint I guess. Not I guess. This has to be true. So Clint.
Clint, both
Alright here goes nothing:
big spoon/little spoon: Clint = Big, Vision = Little
favorite non-sexual activity: Playing with Lucky
who uses all the hot water: Clint (Vision doesn’t bathe..)
most trivial thing they fight over: Syntax
who does most of the cleaning: Vision
what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: Clint
who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Vision
who steals the blankets: Clint (VIsion doesn’t require them)
who leaves their stuff around: Clint
who remembers to buy the milk: Vision
who remembers anniversaries: Vision (his calendar is literally a part of his brain)
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who cooks normally?: Clint (Vision….doesnt eat)
how often do they fight?: They have little spats every now and then
what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Clint unwinds with something physical and Vision organizes their apartment
nicknames for each other?: Clint and Vizh (already nicknames :P )
who is more likely to pay for dinner?: They trade off
who steals the covers at night?: Clint
what would they get each other for gifts?: Vision buys clint something practical, Clint buys vision things he’ll never use, as a joke
who kissed who first?: Clint kissed first (are you kidding?)
who made the first move?: Clint……
who remembers things?: Vision. Definitely.
who started the relationship?: Clint.
who cusses more?: Yup..Clint
what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Fight whoever is responsible
War
Still, how was she going to deal with this? She practically couldn’t. Christ, Clint was one of the few decent guys she knew who didn’t gawk at her all the time and put up with her when she was down. That boy, no, that man was an honor but as S.H.I.E.L.D was proving, they were expendable and that was something they couldn’t change apparently.
She watched him leave and in her head she could not help but repeat ‘don’t go’ to herself in hopes that things would change. That he could know what she was thinking and that she was begging him not to leave her alone in this place. She couldn’t cope with the grim surroundings she was in as he left. “Don’t leave me here.” She whispered to herself as she watched him be whisked away in his transport.
She closed her eyes for a moment till a nurse put a comforting hand on Wanda’s shoulder. “Come one now love, he’ll come back. Let’s get you inside, eh?” The nurse coaxed her gently. “No, he won’t.” She replied, opening her eyes. “Don’t be silly. What makes you say that?” The nurse asked softly thinking she was just upset about this one event alone with Clint. “Because they never do.” Wanda murmured her response. The nurse wasn’t sure what else to say or do except to turn Wanda around and to lead her back into the mental hospital.
The guy in the tree || Clint & Johnny
Johnny hadn't seen anyone since the fire and he wanted to keep it that way. He hadn't slept since and he wasn't planning on it either, which is why he was sitting out in the yard tossing rocks trying to hit a nearby tree. "Stupid left hand..." He muttered, tossing another rock that flew in the complete opposite direction of the tree. His right arm was in a sling and it probably would be for a while so he thought he may as well learn to use his left hand. Another rock flew past the tree and Johnny grunted, rubbing at his tired eyes. He picked up another rock, squinted at the tree, tongue poking out between pursed lips and concentration and tossed it. Hard. The rock flew up into the branches and a... Person fell out? Johnny raised a brow and stood, jogging over to the guy. "Hey! Hey, you okay?"
Blah Blah Blah || Dare. Clint
[sighs] Hello. Yes, we are talking. Nice to meet you.