Clint Barton

Clint 'Hawkeye' Barton +Avenger+ ||Indie RP || Non/Semi-Selective|| ||OC Friendly ||Multiverse|| ||Sometimes NSFW|| ||No Rules||  ||Mun 25+||

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The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

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Wade woke up to the rooster crowing and the sun shining through the windows.  “Ugh,  what’s it take to get a few more minutes of shut eye?” He said as he got up and stretched.  Wade went to the bathroom and used Clint’s toothbrush to brush his teeth. “Minty fresh!”  Wade exclaimed as he spit into the sink.  Wade stood there thinking about what to do for the day while he changed into his jeans and tshirt.

Wade started going through Clint’s closet and took out his suitcases, he filled them up with Clint’s clothes and underwear and shoes and a pillow, for some reason.  Oh and of course a toothbrush. After he finished packing Clint’s stuff, he ran downstairs and threw the suitcases into the trunk of the car.  Then running back into the house, he grabbed a cushion from the couch and threw it at Clint’s face,  “LET’S GO ASSFACE!  WE’RE GOING TO DISNEYLAA-WORRLDD….WHATEVER! DISNEY!”

Clint awoke to his best friend throwing a cushion at his face. Instantly a headache began to form as Wade started to yell. He let a small smile trail across his face. “Dude we are at least a two hour plane ride away from Florida.” He said with a small laugh. He knew Wade would have no problem getting the next flight out. Clint sat up on the couch and rubbed the back of his head.

“Plus, We have no tickets to Disney. We can’t just get on a plane and decide we are gonna spend hundreds of dollars just to go see a castle and ride a couple of rides.” Clint stood from his spot and walked to the kitchen. “How about I make you breakfast, and we do something actually doable?” He asked with a small shrug. Pulling out a carton of orange juice from his fridge. Reaching into his cabinet he grabbed a glass and poured himself a drink. Clint decided to pour some for Wade as well. Walking back into the other room he handed Wade the glass of orange juice. “How does that sound?” He nodded his head with a smile.

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“Fine, you make breakfast and shit.  I can eat anyway.” Wade said with his hand on his stomach as his stomach growled.  He was hungry, so he better eat before he kidnapped Clint to go to Disneyworld.  “But Clint!!  I already bought the tickets!!!”  Wade showed Clint the tickets that he legit bought on his phone. “Bitch, we goin’! I don’t care what you say, I’m putting my foot down and we’re gonna go and have fun of some sort!  We’re gonna ride the teacups! And we’re gonna get us some Mickey ears that we’re gonna wear all day!”  Taking the glass of orange juice that Clint handed to him, he took a couple of sips before he continued whining, “But-But Mickey and Minnie are there!  I wanna see Donaldddd!!  Don’t you wanna see Donaalldd, Clint?!  Go on Space Mountain, or Indiana Jones, and get some churros and a turkey legg?!”  Wade paused for a bit “Can you make me bacon?  I like bacon, and two eggs.  Sunny-side up please~!” Wade said, taking another swig of orange juice.

Wade walked over to the kitchen table, pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at Clint with puppy dog eyes.  “Please Clint, PLEEAAASSEE?!?  It’s not like you have a choice anyways!!!”

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“Fine, you make breakfast and shit.  I can eat anyway.” Wade said with his hand on his stomach as his stomach growled.  He was hungry, so he better eat before he kidnapped Clint to go to Disneyworld.  “But Clint!!  I already bought the tickets!!!”  Wade showed Clint the tickets that he legit bought on his phone. “Bitch, we goin’! I don’t care what you say, I’m putting my foot down and we’re gonna go and have fun of some sort!  We’re gonna ride the teacups! And we’re gonna get us some Mickey ears that we’re gonna wear all day!”  Taking the glass of orange juice that Clint handed to him, he took a couple of sips before he continued whining, “But-But Mickey and Minnie are there!  I wanna see Donaldddd!!  Don’t you wanna see Donaalldd, Clint?!  Go on Space Mountain, or Indiana Jones, and get some churros and a turkey legg?!”  Wade paused for a bit “Can you make me bacon?  I like bacon, and two eggs.  Sunny-side up please~!” Wade said, taking another swig of orange juice.

Wade walked over to the kitchen table, pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at Clint with puppy dog eyes.  “Please Clint, PLEEAAASSEE?!?  It’s not like you have a choice anyways!!!”

“I’m not wearing Mickey Ears.” He said sternly with a small smile tugging at the edges of his lips. Clint made his way to the kitchen again, opening the fridge door. He grabbed a couple of items from the fridge to make some eggs and bacon. “I don’t really consider myself a Donald fan. He’s too grumpy for my taste.” He said with a small laugh. “Goofy is more my speed.” He put the items down on the counter and began taking the eggs out of the carton. “How do you like your eggs?” He asked with a smile. Grabbing a skillet from his cabinet he sprayed it down with cooking oil and put it on the stove. Turned on the heat and looked over to Wade, waiting for a response.

He cracked an egg for himself, Clint actually loved cooking for others. There was something about watching people become so happy over food that made him feel accomplished. He didn’t realize how much he enjoyed it till after he had his kids. He wouldn’t call himself a cook, but he certainly knew his way around some chicken fingers. “And would you like bacon?” He asked running a hand through his hair. Still in his clothes from the day prior he was in no rush to change and start his day. Clint laughed “We hope no one is getting hurt.” He said while looking to Wade. “I never know with you. We could do something as simple as hanging a picture and somehow I can get hurt when you’re involved.” He let out a small laugh pulling a spatula from the drawer and flipping his eggs.

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Open Starter

Clint let out a small chuckle. “You really think you got what it takes to hold my bow.” He cocked an eyebrow and let a smirk form onto his lips. “It’s not just any bow, you get that right?” Clint threw his arm forward at the other person letting the bow open to its full length. 

“She isn’t just some bow. She is a work of freakin’ art. Just look at that baby’s curve!” He showed his bow off, basking in it’s full glory. “So give me a good case. What makes you think you can hold it? Well?” He held the bow to his side waiting for a response

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“I’m not sulking.” They muttered, “I… I don’t know what to say, I’m not good with words in these situations.” They frowned some and glanced at him, “I don’t pity myself, I just hate myself cause I can’t even hold a conversation without pissing someone off.” At his remark about them not getting social cues they let out a small laugh, “I haven’t been human for over a century. And even then I hated humans, nor was I good with people.” They said with a sigh.

They pulled a face and was glad for the change of subject, they watched the scenery pass, their mind buzzing with worry and paranoia. What would they say? How should they act? Why had Herma made them do this? It was annoying, but they had to stay. Someone was going around tearing holes open in the fabric of the universe and they were one of the few with the knowledge and ability to stop it. As much as they wished it could be someone else, they’d rather just be sitting in the garden reading a book.

They glanced up at him, it was, “it… was.” They said slowly, “I… Don’t know how to word them right.” They mumbled looking down, if anything they looked like a nervous child about to be scolded by a parent. “I… Am always surrounded by assholes so uh, it rubs off honestly.” They admitted with a nervous laugh. As they pulled up into the parking lot their gaze turned to the tower, they pressed their head against the glass some to look at its height. Their mind raced with calculations and memorizing the structure and how easily it would be for them to escape. They shook their head, no they weren’t here to be hurt. They just had to explain the situation, get some clearance and fix the problem. Then they could leave… They hoped.

They looked at Clint, I haven’t involved myself in human civilization for a long time. But I’m not an alien, I come from a different earth… So, please don’t call me that. I have a name, and it’s Runis Farren.” Were they trying to sound nicer? Less cold and snarky? They were, and it was clear it was hard for them, yet they were trying.

“Well Runis. Welcome.” He nodded. “Fury, I am sure is dying to meet you. Maybe if you’re nice I’ll get you a cup of coffee.” He added, trying to ease them. He could tell they weren’t trying to escape, and it would certainly make it easier on him if they complied with Fury. He could tell they didn’t mean any harm, but they certainly didn’t make the best impression, although who really does anyway? He smiled making his way to the trunk of his car, retrieving his folded up bow. “Now. I’ll give you some advice. Fury isn’t someone to screw with. He won’t take shit from nobody.” He shrugged his shoulders. Starting to walk into the tower. “Hopefully he’s not here right now, and he had to be called into something else, but honestly…I can’t guarantee that.” Clint was Fury’s number on agent, he had been for years. Although even though he was, Fury still pushed on his back from time to time. 

Before putting his identification card up to the scanner he turned back to Runis. “Do you have any questions before we get in there?” He asked with a reassuring smile. “They’re not going to hurt you, so no need to be paranoid.” He shrugged. “We’re the good guys.” he stated, trying to make them feel safer.

“I promise. Nothing’s gonna happen to you.” He stated while putting his hand on their shoulder.

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Runis snorted some at that, “Joy.” They said sarcastically, the tease got a small smile from them, not that it lasted long though. They laughed slightly, “Yeah well I don’t take shit either, as long as he doesn’t ask something ridiculous I won’t do anything, I don’t have any reason too.” They muttered shaking their head, crossing their arms over their chest some.

They followed him up to the door, their nose twitched some as they got barraged with a wave of scents, they sniffed some and rubbed their nose, “Not that I think they could hurt me, not trying to sound cocky I just… I don’t usually deal with humans, I deal with much worse things.” They muttered with a sigh. They were trying to keep calm, not let their mind race too much. “What really is good or bad though? It’s honestly just a matter of opinion.” They replied with a sigh.

His words just bounced off, they had so many walls and experiences they just couldn’t trust those kind of statements. Before he could touch them they jerked themselves out of reach, “Please don’t do that.” They muttered frowning some, “and you can’t guarantee anything, anything could happen.” They said with a sigh, shaking their head a little they steeled themselves, clearly rigid. “As I said I’ll answer what I can, but I’m not too good at shit like this… Hence why I try to avoid it.” They glanced at the building before heading inside with the agent, “Herma you owe me fucking big time for this.” They muttered under their breath.

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Clint looked back and shot them a look. “Hey, he’s my boss, and a family friend. So watch it.” He said trying to keep them in social check. “It’s not polite to ‘threaten’ people.” He stated while giving them a small smile! When Runis stated what was the difference between good and bad. “There’s a lot of a difference between good and bad. Like what you did back there. That is what we call good.” He kind of mocked them in a joking tone. “Bad would be if you murdered all those innocent people without trying to help them. That’s bad.” He stated, almost as if he was talking to a child. This was Clint’s daddy senses kicking in. He always tried to make things a teachable moment for them, and often joked as a teacher figure for others.

“Clint rolled his eyes when they pulled their shoulder back. “Alright…” He stated. He was just trying to be nice, and once again the other doesn’t seem to understand that. “I can tell you’re not very good at shit like this. He’s just some guy, trying to protect his world. I bet you can understand that, can’t you?” He shrugged. Trying to see if he could connect with the other in some way. 

Clint noted when they spoke to themselves. Herma. Sounds important. He was going to jot that in his memory, just to inform Fury, just in case the other didn’t want to indulge in who they were fully. Clint walked up to a desk sitting in the lobby of the tower. He flashed his badge to the woman sitting there and smiled. “Hey. Got a call to meet someone here.” He smiled. The woman at the desk nodded and motioned for them go on by. Clint walked Runis to the elevator and clicked the button. When the door to the elevator opened he took a step inside, holding the door with his arm for the other. When they followed he let it close and clicked the number twelve button. “You seem tense.” He stated while keeping an eye to the flashing numbers.

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“I wasn’t threatening anyone, I don’t threaten people.” They grumbled, “I warn or promise them, there a difference.” They muttered. As he replied about their statement on the aspect of good or bad, well then. He wouldn’t like them at all. They hated the fact they looked barely over twenty years old, it always meant people underestimated them. They sighed and nodded some, “I can understand that, it’s just…” they sighed and shook their head, “I don’t do physical touch.” They said holding their arm tightly to their side.

Elevevators, gods why couldn’t they have taken the stairs? They were extremely hesitant to step in, but finally forced themselves into the moving metal box. As the doors closed they went rigid, they gripped their arm tightly and their jaw locked. They fidgeted rather rapidly, eyes darting about as they tried not to freak out. When he spoke they jumped some and turned their attention to him, “I…” they cleared their throat, “I don’t like enclosed spaces.” They forced out, their voice sounding somewhat meek. They were clearly trying not to freak out.

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Clint smiled a little when they went rigid. “You could have said something earlier. I wouldn’t have forced you to take the elevator.” Clint stated while watching the number change on the screen. “I am pretty accommodating if people make things known to me.” He stated. Clint crossed his arms around his chest waiting for the floor. He tapped his foot lightly, looking over to Runis. “You okay?” He asked while cocking an eyebrow.

“We’re almost there. Just try to breathe. We’ll be done before you even know it.” Shrugging again he leaned against the wall of the elevator. “So...Seen any good movies lately?” He asked with a small chuckle. Trying to help keep their mind off the elevator. Not even truly sure if they knew what movies were.

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The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling...Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade...”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So...Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

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Wade woke up to the rooster crowing and the sun shining through the windows.  “Ugh,  what’s it take to get a few more minutes of shut eye?” He said as he got up and stretched.  Wade went to the bathroom and used Clint’s toothbrush to brush his teeth. “Minty fresh!”  Wade exclaimed as he spit into the sink.  Wade stood there thinking about what to do for the day while he changed into his jeans and tshirt.

Wade started going through Clint’s closet and took out his suitcases, he filled them up with Clint’s clothes and underwear and shoes and a pillow, for some reason.  Oh and of course a toothbrush. After he finished packing Clint’s stuff, he ran downstairs and threw the suitcases into the trunk of the car.  Then running back into the house, he grabbed a cushion from the couch and threw it at Clint’s face,  “LET’S GO ASSFACE!  WE’RE GOING TO DISNEYLAA-WORRLDD….WHATEVER! DISNEY!”

Clint awoke to his best friend throwing a cushion at his face. Instantly a headache began to form as Wade started to yell. He let a small smile trail across his face. “Dude we are at least a two hour plane ride away from Florida.” He said with a small laugh. He knew Wade would have no problem getting the next flight out. Clint sat up on the couch and rubbed the back of his head.

“Plus, We have no tickets to Disney. We can’t just get on a plane and decide we are gonna spend hundreds of dollars just to go see a castle and ride a couple of rides.” Clint stood from his spot and walked to the kitchen. “How about I make you breakfast, and we do something actually doable?” He asked with a small shrug. Pulling out a carton of orange juice from his fridge. Reaching into his cabinet he grabbed a glass and poured himself a drink. Clint decided to pour some for Wade as well. Walking back into the other room he handed Wade the glass of orange juice. “How does that sound?” He nodded his head with a smile.

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The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling...Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade...”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So...Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

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There was a bunch of shit that Wade still needed to get off his chest, he took a deep breath, then started to speak, “Clint… Since we’re being honest here and we’re still on the subject of toothbrushes…. I used your toothbrush in the bathroom.”  He side glanced at the other man, then looked away sheepishly.  “And dude, can you like, stop apologizing?  I’m over it,  I just wanted to tell you how much I missed you, in the most rom-com way possible, of course.  And because I’m sick I’m not my normal self.” Wade coughed slightly.  He wrapped the blanket tighter around his body.

“Clint I-I’m dying here.” Resting his head against the couch, looking up at Clint, “I just needed to know if we’re still best friends and that I can drag your ass everywhere and fight bad guys and shit, and maybe you’ll let me rob a few people behind your back. You know, like old times.” Wade squirmed a little, to face Clint a little more, “Come on, Clint, let’s go have fun again. You’ve become so stiff lately ‘Wade we’re not doing this! We can’t do that!  Fix this, do that blah blah blah’” Wade mocked.  At least back in the day he was able to drag Clint around against his will to do shit he wanted.

Wade thought of all these things silently and slowly drifted off to sleep.

When Wade admitted to using Clint’s toothbrush he scoffed a bit. “Really...? Guess it was time for a new toothbrush anyway.” He shrugged with a small smile tugging at his lips. He licked his lips, they felt so dry. “Alright. I will stop apologizing.” He laughed slightly, he couldn’t help still feeling sorry for letting the two of them drift apart. “I missed you too, man.” He said while patting Wade’s shoulder. “Thanks for sticking around.” He said while nudging Wade a little with his elbow.

Clint let out another silent laugh. “Of course we are still best friends. I just kinda grew up a little. I can’t promise things will be the same, but I can promise I can try and make things feel as close to normal as possible.” Clint shrugged. He couldn’t help who he was now, being a dad was what felt right. Being the mature one just made sense to him. “I would never let you rob people, you always did it without my knowledge. So that never changed.” He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I can’t help being stiff if you shoot holes into my walls. Maybe if you pull back on being so...” Clint couldn’t think of the words to describe his best friend. “So you, then maybe I can try and pull back on being so me. How does that sound?” Clint smiled to Wade and laid back onto the couch. He rested his hand on his stomach and smile up to the ceiling. For the first time in a long time, he felt genuinely content. “Hey...Thanks Wade.” He said while letting his gaze fall to a now sleeping Wade Wilson. The only time the Merc With a Mouth was silent.

Clint smiled to himself. Things felt normal, and he liked normal.

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The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

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Wade woke up violently again, sweating from the nightmare that he had just had.  He tried going back to sleep, but after half an hour of tossing and turning, Wade got up from the bed, and went back downstairs and through the kitchen for a juice box.  He stumbled across the living room and sat on the floor, with his back against the couch that Clint was laying on.  Wade grabbed some of the blanket that was on Clint and wrapped it around his head.

Wade just sat there for a long while, not saying anything.  He listened to the sound of his own rhythmic breath.  Slowly sipping on the juice box.

“Hey.  I can’t sleep.  Can you sleep?”  He said quietly.  “I think I’m still feeling sick… and having fever dreams. It’s weird.”  Wade sat there staring at the wall.

Clint laid there just listening to his air conditioning unit run. He couldn’t help but just sigh. He flipped over onto his side, shoving his hand beneath his head. Feeling the sudden rush of loneliness he took in a deep breath. Clint stared at the wall while running a hand through his hair. Clint let the breath sit in his chest when he heard Wade come down the stairs. Clint quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

He always did this when he thought the other was checking up on him. It was kind of what pushed Laura away. When he heard Wade’s footsteps make their way to the kitchen he remembered he had been holding his breath. Clint tried to let it out slowly. Before he knew it he had the blanket taken from him. “Well…I was sleeping…” He lied, figuring he could play it off as he was. “You okay? I told you, you shouldn’t have eaten that ice cream and the four slices of pizza.” Clint whispered. He let out a silent laugh.

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“Uh huh sure you were sleeping. It’s my blanket now.” Wade sat there still, his back was leaning against the couch, he stiffened up when he felt Clint’s arm behind him, barely touching. It was warm.  Wade couldn’t move, he didn’t want to move and for once in his life, his mind was still.  Wade just wanted to sit there with his friend and not do anything else.  They were best friends before, a long time ago, it was almost a forgotten memory.

Wade was unsure if he was acting somber because he was sick or if it was because he was near Clint.  He really missed Clint, in every way possible.  Whatever it was, he was letting his guard down.  This was bad, but Wade did not care at this very moment, he just wanted to sit there.  Wade remembered all the things they did with one another, all the adventures they went through together.  He couldn’t be mad at Clint, they were so close, not to mention Clint always paid for his food.

There were many things that were left unsaid, and Wade had been fine with that,  Clint on the other hand was more open about his feelings, even when he didn’t say them aloud.  Wade knew Clint, even though he’d changed to a more mature-dad-person, and Clint hid everything through his body language, he was good, but he could not hide all the sadness that was in his eyes.

The straw was still in his mouth, he wasn’t even sipping the juice, Wade just stared straight at the wall, holding the juice box with both his hands and picking at the corners with his finger nails.

Snapping out of his trance, he realized that Clint was behind him.  Wade turned to face his friend, breaking the silence, he whispered, “Hey Clint? Sometimes…when I close my eyes… I can’t see anything”

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Clint was unsure if Wade had fallen asleep, or if he had choked from the juice. Clint sat up a little to make sure Wade was okay. Realizing Wade was just being quiet he laid back down. Clint let one of his hands lay on his stomach and the other had propped up his head. It was nice being able to just sit in comfortable silence with Wade.

Things were different, but good different. Clint didn’t feel obligated to know every single person Wade was in contact with. Clint didn’t feel it necessary to ask what he had done all the years they weren’t together. Clint didn’t even want to know if his toothbrush still was at Wade’s apartment. He just enjoyed Wade’s company. Even if it was going to be for a short while. Wade could wake up tomorrow and decide the new Clint was too much to bare and that would be okay, he just was enjoying the time he had with Wade. Even if it was going to be brief.

Clint took in a small breath and let it out slowly. He pursed his lips as his eyes trailed back to the ceiling. When Wade broke the silence it caught Clint off gaurd and he let out a laugh. “So fever dream, huh?” he wondered what Wade’s fever dream’s were like, as basically his whole life seemed like one big fever dream. “What was that like?” He turned his body to face Wade. Smiling down at him.

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“There were things.  In the air.” He said, “Cloudy things, and I’m flying.  In space of course. And this giant monster comes out at me and swallows me whole, then poops me out and I’m in OZ, over the rainbow.” Wade lied. Well, it was partially true.  The dream had actually been about Clint, they were both in space and the monster had eaten Clint instead of him.  It was terrifying.  Wade paused for a moment, “Hey Clint…?  That was actually a lie, I dreamt that you were the one being eaten, and I kept running after you, and I eventually grabbed your hand, but it slipped and you were taken away…from me….” He let out a slight whimper.  “Damn.. I’m being such a pansy right now.” Sniffling and wiping away the tears.  “It’s probably because I don’t feel good right now, but I missed us.  Our adventures and shit, and you buying me food.  I don’t want you to feel guilty and take all the blame, I was still apart of that problem.  I stopped talking to you, I stopped even trying.  But I never stopped thinking about how we were so close back then, even after you got married.  I thought I’d at least be your best man, so I became angry and gave up.  What I’m trying to say, Clint, is… I miss you.  More than you think.”

Wade sat in silence, waiting for the other to respond,

“I still even have your toothbrush back at my apartment.”

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deadpool-corps

“There were things.  In the air.” He said, “Cloudy things, and I’m flying.  In space of course. And this giant monster comes out at me and swallows me whole, then poops me out and I’m in OZ, over the rainbow.” Wade lied. Well, it was partially true.  The dream had actually been about Clint, they were both in space and the monster had eaten Clint instead of him.  It was terrifying.  Wade paused for a moment, “Hey Clint…?  That was actually a lie, I dreamt that you were the one being eaten, and I kept running after you, and I eventually grabbed your hand, but it slipped and you were taken away…from me….” He let out a slight whimper.  “Damn.. I’m being such a pansy right now.” Sniffling and wiping away the tears.  “It’s probably because I don’t feel good right now, but I missed us.  Our adventures and shit, and you buying me food.  I don’t want you to feel guilty and take all the blame, I was still apart of that problem.  I stopped talking to you, I stopped even trying.  But I never stopped thinking about how we were so close back then, even after you got married.  I thought I’d at least be your best man, so I became angry and gave up.  What I’m trying to say, Clint, is… I miss you.  More than you think.”

Wade sat in silence, waiting for the other to respond,

“I still even have your toothbrush back at my apartment.”

Clint furrowed his eyebrows. “Wow...That does sound like a fever dream.” He laughed a little to himself. Wade had some imagination on him. He should have done something with it instead of just becoming a mercenary. Clint swallowed when Wade said he lied. Clint didn’t know what to say. So he just sat there. Silently listening. Clint began picking at the dead skin on around his nails. He did this when he was unsure or anxious. It was just something to help ease his mind. When Wade said he was being a pansy Clint let out a sad laugh. He felt so guilty for not contacting Wade for so long. He felt like he should have tried harder, but things got odd. Laura didn’t like Wade very much, and that was his everything at that time. 

He let the air just sit for a bit, trying to think of something to say. Clint opened his mouth to speak, but when he couldn’t find the right words he closed it. Doing that a couple of times before finally breaking the silence. “I am so sorry Wade...” Was all his brain could think to say. He sat up on the couch and rubbed his forehead. When he let his hands fall he looked to the other. “I can’t say this enough. I am so sorry.” He repeated. There wasn’t anything else he could think to say. Anything that would make Wade feel okay. 

Clint swallowed the lump in his throat. He didn’t cry in front of people anymore, but he always felt the lump. “Wade. I cannot apologize enough for doing what I did. I wanted you to be apart of my life, I so truly did...” Clint paused mid sentence. trying to gather his thoughts. “We...” he sighed again, still trying to think of the correct thing to say. “I...Should have tried harder...I drifted from so many people and I cannot forgive myself for that. Just know I am so god damn sorry.” He said again. Clint knew he couldn’t really get his thoughts together, all he knew to do was apologize.

Clint smiled to himself when he heard Wade’s last sentence. Clint let the air sit for a few minuets before deciding it was best to lighten the air.

“It’s probably moldy by now...You should probably throw it away.”

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Open Starter

Clint let out a small chuckle. “You really think you got what it takes to hold my bow.” He cocked an eyebrow and let a smirk form onto his lips. “It’s not just any bow, you get that right?” Clint threw his arm forward at the other person letting the bow open to its full length. 

“She isn’t just some bow. She is a work of freakin’ art. Just look at that baby’s curve!” He showed his bow off, basking in it’s full glory. “So give me a good case. What makes you think you can hold it? Well?” He held the bow to his side waiting for a response

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“I’m not sulking.” They muttered, “I… I don’t know what to say, I’m not good with words in these situations.” They frowned some and glanced at him, “I don’t pity myself, I just hate myself cause I can’t even hold a conversation without pissing someone off.” At his remark about them not getting social cues they let out a small laugh, “I haven’t been human for over a century. And even then I hated humans, nor was I good with people.” They said with a sigh.

They pulled a face and was glad for the change of subject, they watched the scenery pass, their mind buzzing with worry and paranoia. What would they say? How should they act? Why had Herma made them do this? It was annoying, but they had to stay. Someone was going around tearing holes open in the fabric of the universe and they were one of the few with the knowledge and ability to stop it. As much as they wished it could be someone else, they’d rather just be sitting in the garden reading a book.

They glanced up at him, it was, “it… was.” They said slowly, “I… Don’t know how to word them right.” They mumbled looking down, if anything they looked like a nervous child about to be scolded by a parent. “I… Am always surrounded by assholes so uh, it rubs off honestly.” They admitted with a nervous laugh. As they pulled up into the parking lot their gaze turned to the tower, they pressed their head against the glass some to look at its height. Their mind raced with calculations and memorizing the structure and how easily it would be for them to escape. They shook their head, no they weren’t here to be hurt. They just had to explain the situation, get some clearance and fix the problem. Then they could leave… They hoped.

They looked at Clint, I haven’t involved myself in human civilization for a long time. But I’m not an alien, I come from a different earth… So, please don’t call me that. I have a name, and it’s Runis Farren.” Were they trying to sound nicer? Less cold and snarky? They were, and it was clear it was hard for them, yet they were trying.

“Well Runis. Welcome.” He nodded. “Fury, I am sure is dying to meet you. Maybe if you’re nice I’ll get you a cup of coffee.” He added, trying to ease them. He could tell they weren’t trying to escape, and it would certainly make it easier on him if they complied with Fury. He could tell they didn’t mean any harm, but they certainly didn’t make the best impression, although who really does anyway? He smiled making his way to the trunk of his car, retrieving his folded up bow. “Now. I’ll give you some advice. Fury isn’t someone to screw with. He won’t take shit from nobody.” He shrugged his shoulders. Starting to walk into the tower. “Hopefully he’s not here right now, and he had to be called into something else, but honestly…I can’t guarantee that.” Clint was Fury’s number on agent, he had been for years. Although even though he was, Fury still pushed on his back from time to time. 

Before putting his identification card up to the scanner he turned back to Runis. “Do you have any questions before we get in there?” He asked with a reassuring smile. “They’re not going to hurt you, so no need to be paranoid.” He shrugged. “We’re the good guys.” he stated, trying to make them feel safer.

“I promise. Nothing’s gonna happen to you.” He stated while putting his hand on their shoulder.

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Runis snorted some at that, “Joy.” They said sarcastically, the tease got a small smile from them, not that it lasted long though. They laughed slightly, “Yeah well I don’t take shit either, as long as he doesn’t ask something ridiculous I won’t do anything, I don’t have any reason too.” They muttered shaking their head, crossing their arms over their chest some.

They followed him up to the door, their nose twitched some as they got barraged with a wave of scents, they sniffed some and rubbed their nose, “Not that I think they could hurt me, not trying to sound cocky I just… I don’t usually deal with humans, I deal with much worse things.” They muttered with a sigh. They were trying to keep calm, not let their mind race too much. “What really is good or bad though? It’s honestly just a matter of opinion.” They replied with a sigh.

His words just bounced off, they had so many walls and experiences they just couldn’t trust those kind of statements. Before he could touch them they jerked themselves out of reach, “Please don’t do that.” They muttered frowning some, “and you can’t guarantee anything, anything could happen.” They said with a sigh, shaking their head a little they steeled themselves, clearly rigid. “As I said I’ll answer what I can, but I’m not too good at shit like this… Hence why I try to avoid it.” They glanced at the building before heading inside with the agent, “Herma you owe me fucking big time for this.” They muttered under their breath.

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Clint looked back and shot them a look. “Hey, he’s my boss, and a family friend. So watch it.” He said trying to keep them in social check. “It’s not polite to ‘threaten’ people.” He stated while giving them a small smile! When Runis stated what was the difference between good and bad. “There’s a lot of a difference between good and bad. Like what you did back there. That is what we call good.” He kind of mocked them in a joking tone. “Bad would be if you murdered all those innocent people without trying to help them. That’s bad.” He stated, almost as if he was talking to a child. This was Clint’s daddy senses kicking in. He always tried to make things a teachable moment for them, and often joked as a teacher figure for others.

“Clint rolled his eyes when they pulled their shoulder back. “Alright...” He stated. He was just trying to be nice, and once again the other doesn’t seem to understand that. “I can tell you’re not very good at shit like this. He’s just some guy, trying to protect his world. I bet you can understand that, can’t you?” He shrugged. Trying to see if he could connect with the other in some way. 

Clint noted when they spoke to themselves. Herma. Sounds important. He was going to jot that in his memory, just to inform Fury, just in case the other didn’t want to indulge in who they were fully. Clint walked up to a desk sitting in the lobby of the tower. He flashed his badge to the woman sitting there and smiled. “Hey. Got a call to meet someone here.” He smiled. The woman at the desk nodded and motioned for them go on by. Clint walked Runis to the elevator and clicked the button. When the door to the elevator opened he took a step inside, holding the door with his arm for the other. When they followed he let it close and clicked the number twelve button. “You seem tense.” He stated while keeping an eye to the flashing numbers.

[thehawksarrows]

The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

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deadpool-corps

Wade woke up violently again, sweating from the nightmare that he had just had.  He tried going back to sleep, but after half an hour of tossing and turning, Wade got up from the bed, and went back downstairs and through the kitchen for a juice box.  He stumbled across the living room and sat on the floor, with his back against the couch that Clint was laying on.  Wade grabbed some of the blanket that was on Clint and wrapped it around his head.

Wade just sat there for a long while, not saying anything.  He listened to the sound of his own rhythmic breath.  Slowly sipping on the juice box.

“Hey.  I can’t sleep.  Can you sleep?”  He said quietly.  “I think I’m still feeling sick… and having fever dreams. It’s weird.”  Wade sat there staring at the wall.

Clint laid there just listening to his air conditioning unit run. He couldn’t help but just sigh. He flipped over onto his side, shoving his hand beneath his head. Feeling the sudden rush of loneliness he took in a deep breath. Clint stared at the wall while running a hand through his hair. Clint let the breath sit in his chest when he heard Wade come down the stairs. Clint quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

He always did this when he thought the other was checking up on him. It was kind of what pushed Laura away. When he heard Wade’s footsteps make their way to the kitchen he remembered he had been holding his breath. Clint tried to let it out slowly. Before he knew it he had the blanket taken from him. “Well…I was sleeping…” He lied, figuring he could play it off as he was. “You okay? I told you, you shouldn’t have eaten that ice cream and the four slices of pizza.” Clint whispered. He let out a silent laugh.

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“Uh huh sure you were sleeping. It’s my blanket now.” Wade sat there still, his back was leaning against the couch, he stiffened up when he felt Clint’s arm behind him, barely touching. It was warm.  Wade couldn’t move, he didn’t want to move and for once in his life, his mind was still.  Wade just wanted to sit there with his friend and not do anything else.  They were best friends before, a long time ago, it was almost a forgotten memory.

Wade was unsure if he was acting somber because he was sick or if it was because he was near Clint.  He really missed Clint, in every way possible.  Whatever it was, he was letting his guard down.  This was bad, but Wade did not care at this very moment, he just wanted to sit there.  Wade remembered all the things they did with one another, all the adventures they went through together.  He couldn’t be mad at Clint, they were so close, not to mention Clint always paid for his food.

There were many things that were left unsaid, and Wade had been fine with that,  Clint on the other hand was more open about his feelings, even when he didn’t say them aloud.  Wade knew Clint, even though he’d changed to a more mature-dad-person, and Clint hid everything through his body language, he was good, but he could not hide all the sadness that was in his eyes.

The straw was still in his mouth, he wasn’t even sipping the juice, Wade just stared straight at the wall, holding the juice box with both his hands and picking at the corners with his finger nails.

Snapping out of his trance, he realized that Clint was behind him.  Wade turned to face his friend, breaking the silence, he whispered, “Hey Clint? Sometimes…when I close my eyes… I can’t see anything”

[thehawksarrows]

Clint was unsure if Wade had fallen asleep, or if he had choked from the juice. Clint sat up a little to make sure Wade was okay. Realizing Wade was just being quiet he laid back down. Clint let one of his hands lay on his stomach and the other had propped up his head. It was nice being able to just sit in comfortable silence with Wade.

Things were different, but good different. Clint didn’t feel obligated to know every single person Wade was in contact with. Clint didn’t feel it necessary to ask what he had done all the years they weren’t together. Clint didn’t even want to know if his toothbrush still was at Wade’s apartment. He just enjoyed Wade’s company. Even if it was going to be for a short while. Wade could wake up tomorrow and decide the new Clint was too much to bare and that would be okay, he just was enjoying the time he had with Wade. Even if it was going to be brief.

Clint took in a small breath and let it out slowly. He pursed his lips as his eyes trailed back to the ceiling. When Wade broke the silence it caught Clint off gaurd and he let out a laugh. “So fever dream, huh?” he wondered what Wade’s fever dream’s were like, as basically his whole life seemed like one big fever dream. “What was that like?” He turned his body to face Wade. Smiling down at him.

[thehawksarrows]

The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling...Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade...”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So...Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

[thehawksarrows]

deadpool-corps

Wade woke up violently again, sweating from the nightmare that he had just had.  He tried going back to sleep, but after half an hour of tossing and turning, Wade got up from the bed, and went back downstairs and through the kitchen for a juice box.  He stumbled across the living room and sat on the floor, with his back against the couch that Clint was laying on.  Wade grabbed some of the blanket that was on Clint and wrapped it around his head.

Wade just sat there for a long while, not saying anything.  He listened to the sound of his own rhythmic breath.  Slowly sipping on the juice box.

“Hey.  I can’t sleep.  Can you sleep?”  He said quietly.  “I think I’m still feeling sick… and having fever dreams. It’s weird.”  Wade sat there staring at the wall.

Clint laid there just listening to his air conditioning unit run. He couldn’t help but just sigh. He flipped over onto his side, shoving his hand beneath his head. Feeling the sudden rush of loneliness he took in a deep breath. Clint stared at the wall while running a hand through his hair. Clint let the breath sit in his chest when he heard Wade come down the stairs. Clint quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

He always did this when he thought the other was checking up on him. It was kind of what pushed Laura away. When he heard Wade’s footsteps make their way to the kitchen he remembered he had been holding his breath. Clint tried to let it out slowly. Before he knew it he had the blanket taken from him. “Well...I was sleeping...” He lied, figuring he could play it off as he was. “You okay? I told you, you shouldn’t have eaten that ice cream and the four slices of pizza.” Clint whispered. He let out a silent laugh.

[thehawksarrows]

The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling...Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade...”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So...Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

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deadpool-corps

“Clint, I never get sick.”  That was a blatant lie, but Wade wasn’t going to change his ways. Wade finished the rest of his food and sat there for a few moments more.  Wade’s stomach started gurgling, he got up from the couch “I’ll be right back.”  He ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.  Sounds of pain came from the bathroom, and fater 45 minutes, Wade came back out.  “See…I’m…totally fine…not sick!” Wade sat back down and continued watching television with Clint.

A couple hours passed, and at that point Wade was on the couch pretty much sprawled out, with his mouth open, fast asleep, drool dripping from his mouth.  His head was resting on Clint’s shoulder and he was snoring loudly as well.  A slight whimper, and feeble cry came from Wade as he slept.  He was definitely dreaming about something, “….Clint… Don’t go…..” he said softly in his sleep.  Wade snorted loudly, so loudly that he woke himself up, “WAIT! COME BACK!”  Wade shouted.  He looked around and saw Clint “Heeeyyy there friend….” Wade said awkwardly.  He got up from the couch slowly.

“I’m gonna hit the hay” Wade said as he yawned and stretched, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.  He walked up the stairs to Clint’s room and shut the door, he dug through Clint’s closet and found a pair of pajama pants and a shirt, and changed into them, then threw himself onto Clint’s bed drifted off to sleep,. “Mmmmm sooofft and fluffy…”

Clint let out a small laugh as Wade ran from the room. “Suuuure you don’t, buddy. Whatever you say.” He shouted to the other clearly sick to their stomach. Clint suck further into the couch, putting his hands behind his head. He smiled to himself, this was like old times. The feeling of nostalgia washed over him. He loved that he didn’t have to explain himself to Wade, that nothing had to be awkward. Everything was normal.

As time passed Clint found himself nodding off, mindlessly flipping through the channels. Wade’s head on his shoulder. He didn’t want to move as to not wake the other, but he didn’t mind the presence either. When he heard Wade whimper his name he chuckled a bit. Clint rubbed his eyes and felt himself start to drift off more before being startled awake by Wade shouting. When Wade and Clint’s eyes connected he could tell Wade was slightly embarrassed. “Hey friend.” He said while rolling his eyes. Clint nodded in agreement before looking to see Wade walk up the stairs to his room. “Well...Guess that means I’m sleeping down here, huh?” He asked watching Wade trail up the stairs. He nodded when he received no response. “Guess that’s a yes.” Clint let Wade walk to his room, he figured he could sleep on the couch. It wasn’t like he didn’t do it before, half his marriage he found himself sleeping on the couch. Not because they were mad at each other, but not being able to sleep he often found solace in the couch.

Clint stood from the couch and walked to a basket next to his TV with just blankets. Laura always had a basket filled with blankets for the TV room, it was just a habit he picked up from her. He grabbed one and opened it up. Clint plopped himself back onto his couch and pulled the blanket over his body. Turning off the tv. This was usually the time he couldn’t sleep. He looked up at the ceiling and just laid there. His thoughts were empty, but his mind was restless.

[thehawksarrows]

Open Starter

Clint let out a small chuckle. “You really think you got what it takes to hold my bow.” He cocked an eyebrow and let a smirk form onto his lips. “It’s not just any bow, you get that right?” Clint threw his arm forward at the other person letting the bow open to its full length. 

“She isn’t just some bow. She is a work of freakin’ art. Just look at that baby’s curve!” He showed his bow off, basking in it’s full glory. “So give me a good case. What makes you think you can hold it? Well?” He held the bow to his side waiting for a response

[thehawksarrows]

x-death-and-destruction-x

“I’m not sulking.” They muttered, “I... I don’t know what to say, I’m not good with words in these situations.” They frowned some and glanced at him, “I don’t pity myself, I just hate myself cause I can’t even hold a conversation without pissing someone off.” At his remark about them not getting social cues they let out a small laugh, “I haven’t been human for over a century. And even then I hated humans, nor was I good with people.” They said with a sigh.

They pulled a face and was glad for the change of subject, they watched the scenery pass, their mind buzzing with worry and paranoia. What would they say? How should they act? Why had Herma made them do this? It was annoying, but they had to stay. Someone was going around tearing holes open in the fabric of the universe and they were one of the few with the knowledge and ability to stop it. As much as they wished it could be someone else, they’d rather just be sitting in the garden reading a book.

They glanced up at him, it was, “it... was.” They said slowly, “I... Don’t know how to word them right.” They mumbled looking down, if anything they looked like a nervous child about to be scolded by a parent. “I... Am always surrounded by assholes so uh, it rubs off honestly.” They admitted with a nervous laugh. As they pulled up into the parking lot their gaze turned to the tower, they pressed their head against the glass some to look at its height. Their mind raced with calculations and memorizing the structure and how easily it would be for them to escape. They shook their head, no they weren’t here to be hurt. They just had to explain the situation, get some clearance and fix the problem. Then they could leave... They hoped.

They looked at Clint, I haven’t involved myself in human civilization for a long time. But I’m not an alien, I come from a different earth... So, please don’t call me that. I have a name, and it’s Runis Farren.” Were they trying to sound nicer? Less cold and snarky? They were, and it was clear it was hard for them, yet they were trying.

“Well Runis. Welcome.” He nodded. “Fury, I am sure is dying to meet you. Maybe if you’re nice I’ll get you a cup of coffee.” He added, trying to ease them. He could tell they weren’t trying to escape, and it would certainly make it easier on him if they complied with Fury. He could tell they didn’t mean any harm, but they certainly didn’t make the best impression, although who really does anyway? He smiled making his way to the trunk of his car, retrieving his folded up bow. “Now. I’ll give you some advice. Fury isn’t someone to screw with. He won’t take shit from nobody.” He shrugged his shoulders. Starting to walk into the tower. “Hopefully he’s not here right now, and he had to be called into something else, but honestly...I can’t guarantee that.” Clint was Fury’s number on agent, he had been for years. Although even though he was, Fury still pushed on his back from time to time. 

Before putting his identification card up to the scanner he turned back to Runis. “Do you have any questions before we get in there?” He asked with a reassuring smile. “They’re not going to hurt you, so no need to be paranoid.” He shrugged. “We’re the good guys.” he stated, trying to make them feel safer.

“I promise. Nothing’s gonna happen to you.” He stated while putting his hand on their shoulder.

[thehawksarrows]

The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

[thehawksarrows]

deadpool-corps

Wade took the wallet from Clint and whined “Fiiinnne, I won’t take anything” He said in a huff.  He walked over to the door and gave the pizza guy a few bucks, “Here keep the change”  Wade grabbed the box and opened it, while closing the door behind him.  “Oooh cheesy!  Just like you Clint!”  He said while taking a slice out and shoving it in his mouth.  He put the box down on the coffee table and plopped down on the couch next to Clint.

“So what we watchin’ Hawkass?  Or Ronin, or whatever.  Imma keep callin’ you Hawkass.  So what we watchin’?  What were we even talking about?  Oh yeah.  I missed you so so so damn much Clint!”  Turning to face Clint and making kissy faces

As he listened to Wade give the change to the dilvery driver. When he heard Wade walk around the couch he clapped his hands and rubbed them together. He was so ready for this pizza, one thing about Wade was that he was always making him eat crappy food. He didn’t mind enjoying himself once in awhile though. “I don’t mind being compared to a pizza. They’re pretty damn hot.” he laughed at his own, what he would consider a dad joke.

Clint stood from the seat and jogged to his kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates and some glasses. He ran back in to see Wade had already grabbed himself a slice. “How about a plate?” He questioned as he cocked an eyebrow. He placed the plates on the coffee table and grabbed himself a slice, seating himself on the floor. “Honestly, I have no idea what we are watching. I was just flipping through the channels,” He handed Wade the remote. “Put whatever you want on.” He took a bite of his pizza before pouring himself a glass of soda. “I figured you missed me.” He looked back at Wade with a raised eyebrow. “I mean how could you not?” He took another bite.

[deadpool-corps]

Wade finished his first slice of pizza and reached for his second “Plate?  What am I a barbarian?”  He quipped while chewing on his second slice.  He took the remote and started going through the on demand movies, Wade also realized that Clint was teasing him back so he changed the subject, “How about Bourne Legacy?  It has Jeremy Renner in it.  Or Self/Less, now that’s a pretty good movie!  You got Netflix,Hawkass?  I can always go for Golden Girls, what time is it?  Isn’t it your bedtime anyway? It’s like 8pm.  It’s beddy-bye for yooouuu.  You got ice cream in that freezer of yours?  Maybe we can go to Disneyworld right now.  I wanna go to Disneyworld!!!”  Wade leaned over and started pouring himself a soda.

Wade put down the soda and went to the kitchen to dig through the freezer, trying to find ice cream, he found a tub of vanilla ice cream, took it out, went through the cupboards for a bowl and gave himself a few scoops, then went back and plopped back down onto the couch, and reached for his third slice of pizza.  “MMmmmm dis shit be good!  There’s nothing like pizza!”  Wade found the channel with the Golden Girls, and became silent.

[thehawksarrows]

deadpool-corps

Wade finished his first slice of pizza and reached for his second “Plate?  What am I a barbarian?”  He quipped while chewing on his second slice.  He took the remote and started going through the on demand movies, Wade also realized that Clint was teasing him back so he changed the subject, “How about Bourne Legacy?  It has Jeremy Renner in it.  Or Self/Less, now that’s a pretty good movie!  You got Netflix,Hawkass?  I can always go for Golden Girls, what time is it?  Isn’t it your bedtime anyway? It’s like 8pm.  It’s beddy-bye for yooouuu.  You got ice cream in that freezer of yours?  Maybe we can go to Disneyworld right now.  I wanna go to Disneyworld!!!”  Wade leaned over and started pouring himself a soda.

Wade put down the soda and went to the kitchen to dig through the freezer, trying to find ice cream, he found a tub of vanilla ice cream, took it out, went through the cupboards for a bowl and gave himself a few scoops, then went back and plopped back down onto the couch, and reached for his third slice of pizza.  “MMmmmm dis shit be good!  There’s nothing like pizza!”  Wade found the channel with the Golden Girls, and became silent.

Clint took another bite of his pizza before setting the plate down. Wade was already on slice number two at this point. That man could put food away. “Bourne Legacy...? Never heard of it.” He said in passing. “I do have Netflix actually.” Clint tried to keep up with his oncoming ideas and thoughts. It was very hard to stay on top of the next thing Wade had to say. When Wade stood and went to the kitchen Clint flicked some random tv channel on.  Clint laughed at Wade making fun of the fact that he goes to bed early. “Sorry I don’t sleep till three p-m” he shouted to the other from the opposite room. “Plus, I have to be up early for work. I only retired for like five minuets.” He said with a smile. He enjoyed his job to much to let it go. Doing what was right just felt right to him. It was his calling, and making his kids proud to say “My Dad is an Avenger” made it all the more worth it. When Wade came back into the room Clint laughed with a slight shocked face on. “How the hell are you even ready for ice cream.!?” He took another bite of his pizza before being slightly grossed out as Wade began to eat the ice cream and the pizza at the same time.

“Aren’t you gonna be sick?” He asked while giving a slight smile.

[thehawksarrows]

Open Starter

Clint let out a small chuckle. “You really think you got what it takes to hold my bow.” He cocked an eyebrow and let a smirk form onto his lips. “It’s not just any bow, you get that right?” Clint threw his arm forward at the other person letting the bow open to its full length. 

“She isn’t just some bow. She is a work of freakin’ art. Just look at that baby’s curve!” He showed his bow off, basking in it’s full glory. “So give me a good case. What makes you think you can hold it? Well?” He held the bow to his side waiting for a response

[abyss-eyes]

“It was a warning and-“ they shook their head with a sigh, annoyed and frustrated. They frowned at him, “You really haven’t seen it all, I know this world has been under a lot of stress but you have no idea about the things of the universe.” They said frowning at him, “And I literally just said I can come.” They muttered annoyed, they shook their head and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, putting one in their mouth they lit it and took a drag.

Well clearly they weren’t good at interactions, then again when were they ever? Trust issues, paranoia, betrayal. There were so many things that played on their mind, so much to do. “Look, I’ve been doing this sort of thing for a long time. I abided you your planets rules as best I could, but it really isn’t easy to multicast spells as well as contain the tear.” They sighed and scowled, taking a long drag, they exhaled slowly, following after him.

“Also you do care about the information I give, because it could literally be the end of the world and not in anyway you could be prepared for.” They grumbled, “And I really wish you wouldn’t try to wind me up, yes I have a short temper but I really, really do not want to cause more shit by starting another freaking war because someone is being quite ignorant.” They growled at him annoyed.

[thehawksarrows]

Clint laughed at the other. “You can keep acting like you know so much, but I honestly, Still don’t care.” He shrugged and shot her a look. “Perfect. You can come, great.” He said sarcastically. The other had already annoyed him. Clearly they weren’t going to get along. Honestly Clint didn’t care as long as he could get to Fury and pass them along. Hoping he didn’t have to be the one to ask all the questions, and get informed about their powers. 

“For someone who has been doing this for ‘a long time’ you seem to not be very good at catching social cues.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m grateful you did what you did, but don’t think I am gonna grovel at your feet for it.” Finally making it to his car he clicked the unlock. “You can either sit in the front, back, or vanish and appear there. Whatever works best for you.” He said while getting into the front seat. While sitting in the car he turned the key in ignition. “I don’t wanna start a war because someone is being quite ignorant.” he mocked them to himself and rolled his eyes. Clint didn’t like people who believed they were the end all be all, and they seemed to be giving off that vibe at this moment. He waited to see what their next move would be.

[abyss-eyes]

Runis scowled annoyed, they hated humans. They were trying their best not to just loose their rag, but they were trying to keep civil… Although that wasn’t their strong point. “What the fuck?” They asked annoyed, “I’m not asking you to grovel! Gods I would bloody throw up if you did, I don’t want gratification.” They said annoyed before shaking their head.

They didn’t want to waste anymore magic, not yet anyways. So after a moment they got in the back and just sank into the seat, buckling up and turning their head to look out the window. “Look, I’m not trying to sound like anything. I’m not good with people, I don’t interact with people… Let alone humans. Most humans don’t like me, even when I was one.” They grumbled.

They pushed the memories out of their mind and rubbed their face tiredly, “I don’t mean to come across as unsociable… I… I just don’t know how to talk to people, I don’t often do it.”

[thehawksarrows]

Clint shrugged his shoulders when they got in the car. He listened to them drone on about how they are not good with others. “Honestly. It seems you don’t play very nice with others. So it kinda makes sense.” Clint was honest with the other, looking into the rear view mirror at them. “Like right now, you look like you’re sulking. Or having pity on yourself. When all you had was an attitude.” Clint couldn’t really feel sympathy for the other if they caused problems. “I’m surprised you don’t get social cues if you used to be a human. Kind of an easy thing to pick up on.” He raised both his eyebrows and made a confused face. 

Clint wasn’t sure if the other was trying to apologize for their behavior. “If this is an apology. I accept.” He nodded with a small smile, still looking to them through the rear view mirror. “Well, maybe I can help you learn.” He said with a small laugh. “I mean I am not the most social myself, but I take pride in not being a complete and total ass.” Clint pulled into the Avengers Tower parking lot. Getting out of the car he locked it behind him. “Welcome to Avengers Tower.” Clint threw his arms out showing the tower off. Figuring he could ease up a bit on them.

[thehawksarrows]

The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling...Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade...”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So...Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

[thehawksarrows]

deadpool-corps

Wade took the wallet from Clint and whined “Fiiinnne, I won’t take anything” He said in a huff.  He walked over to the door and gave the pizza guy a few bucks, “Here keep the change”  Wade grabbed the box and opened it, while closing the door behind him.  “Oooh cheesy!  Just like you Clint!”  He said while taking a slice out and shoving it in his mouth.  He put the box down on the coffee table and plopped down on the couch next to Clint.

“So what we watchin’ Hawkass?  Or Ronin, or whatever.  Imma keep callin’ you Hawkass.  So what we watchin’?  What were we even talking about?  Oh yeah.  I missed you so so so damn much Clint!”  Turning to face Clint and making kissy faces

As he listened to Wade give the change to the dilvery driver. When he heard Wade walk around the couch he clapped his hands and rubbed them together. He was so ready for this pizza, one thing about Wade was that he was always making him eat crappy food. He didn’t mind enjoying himself once in awhile though. “I don’t mind being compared to a pizza. They’re pretty damn hot.” he laughed at his own, what he would consider a dad joke.

Clint stood from the seat and jogged to his kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates and some glasses. He ran back in to see Wade had already grabbed himself a slice. “How about a plate?” He questioned as he cocked an eyebrow. He placed the plates on the coffee table and grabbed himself a slice, seating himself on the floor. “Honestly, I have no idea what we are watching. I was just flipping through the channels,” He handed Wade the remote. “Put whatever you want on.” He took a bite of his pizza before pouring himself a glass of soda. “I figured you missed me.” He looked back at Wade with a raised eyebrow. “I mean how could you not?” He took another bite.

[thehawksarrows]

The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

[thehawksarrows]

deadpool-corps

“Of Course I’ve fixed a wall before!” Wade said matter-of-factly, admiring his handiwork. He was working on the frames and screwing the glass together, “What cracks? I don’t see any cracks” grabbing the glue and brushing it over the glass. Wade took the next frame and started ‘fixing’ that one as well, but it cracked in his hands when he heard Clint asking him if Wade ‘missed him’. That was a hard question for Wade. He never liked admitting anything cheesy in moments like these, Clint knew that, but he also knew that Clint needed to know. Clint always needed to know. That bastard.

I did miss that son of a bitch. Should I tell him the truth though? Or should I mess with his head? But then it would mess with my head if I did tell him the truth, or would it? If I told him it would mess with him anyways right? Where’s 

\that pizza guy when you need him?!

Wade thought about it for a few seconds more and decided to be honest with Clint for once. Which is a rare moment but it happens…every now and then.

Wade took a deep breath, “Clint, I wouldn’t be mad at you if I didn’t miss you. We were like besties and we just stopped talking….” Wade smirked “I also miss you buying food for me and taking me out to nice restaurants out in the city”

Just then the doorbell rang, “oooh! That’s gotta be the pizza guy!”

When Wade was honest with him it made him smile internally. He needed to hear him just be honest for once and it was a nice change of pace to hear him be so serious about this. “Thanks Wade.” He smiled slightly and nodded. That was all he needed to hear.

When he heard the doorbell ring shrugged. “Seems like it. I have a couple dollars in my wallet. Just take it and give it to the delivery guy. ONLY to the delivery guy! And don’t take anything else.” He stated, he didn’t want to all of sudden be missing a credit card or two because Wade wanted to go shopping. Clint grabbed the remote for the tv and turned it on. Flipping through the channels listening to make sure Wade gave the delivery man the tip.

[iamdarcylewis]

thehawksarrows​:

Clint laughed at her comparison to Legolas. “I get Legolas a lot.” He joked. “I’ll take either, they’re both pretty badass.” He watched as he pulled back the bow string. Helping her adjust her stance a little he tapped the bottom of her elbow. “Elbow up.” He stated. “Pretty good posture. Nice job.” He smiled at her. “You’re a natural!” Clint loved teaching others to use the bow, he believed archery was a lost art.

“Now pull the string all the way back so your finger is lightly touching your cheek.” Watching Darcy pull back the bow string as she asked how he did this made Clint laugh. “Well. These babies!” He slapped his arm before laughing. “And of course years of training.” When she said she had respect for him he smiled and shrugged. “Well thank you! Thing about this type of bow is it’s a recurve bow. So it relays heavily on the strength of the person using it. Rather then something like a compound bow which uses its own mechanics to project the arrow. So depending on how strong you are and the resistance you create is how far your arrow will go.” He raised his eyebrow’s. “This is my favorite type of bow honestly. The other’s are great, but this one takes more to use it.”

“Which one of the nicknames is your favorite? And which one is your least favorite? You know, just to make sure.” Oh she’s totally gonna call him the least favorite one until she comes up with a more original nickname. 

“Is there a trick to skip the years of training? Just be badass now, kind of like in Matrix when Neo suddenly knows how to kung fu.” She knew that was a movie but technology and science has come so far, there should be a way to cheat a little. Wait, maybe that would be illegal.

“Maybe I should start with a simpler bow? Since I’m a newbie.”

[thehawksarrows]

“Favorite and least favorite? Hmmm...Hard to say because I’ve heard so many.” He laughed a little to himself. Everyone liked to nickname him, he felt like he had a new nickname every other week. “I mean Wade Wilson calls me Hawkass, I like to think it’s because I have a great ass, but who knows. So that’s a pretty good one.” Clint shrugged with a smile. “I mean Robin Hood is less creative, so I guess that’s my least favorite.”

“I mean I guess if you knew someone who could fast forward time.” He shrugged. “But people like you and I can’t really do that.” He pointed between the two of them with a smile. “We gotta work for it.” Clint shrugged. “It depends on how you like the feel of it, a compound bow is certainly easier to use and learn on, but it kind of hinders growth I think.” He shrugged. “Plus you seem like you have the muscles for this!” He poked her shoulder

[thehawksarrows]

Open Starter

Clint let out a small chuckle. “You really think you got what it takes to hold my bow.” He cocked an eyebrow and let a smirk form onto his lips. “It’s not just any bow, you get that right?” Clint threw his arm forward at the other person letting the bow open to its full length. 

“She isn’t just some bow. She is a work of freakin’ art. Just look at that baby’s curve!” He showed his bow off, basking in it’s full glory. “So give me a good case. What makes you think you can hold it? Well?” He held the bow to his side waiting for a response

[abyss-eyes]

“It was a warning and-“ they shook their head with a sigh, annoyed and frustrated. They frowned at him, “You really haven’t seen it all, I know this world has been under a lot of stress but you have no idea about the things of the universe.” They said frowning at him, “And I literally just said I can come.” They muttered annoyed, they shook their head and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, putting one in their mouth they lit it and took a drag.

Well clearly they weren’t good at interactions, then again when were they ever? Trust issues, paranoia, betrayal. There were so many things that played on their mind, so much to do. “Look, I’ve been doing this sort of thing for a long time. I abided you your planets rules as best I could, but it really isn’t easy to multicast spells as well as contain the tear.” They sighed and scowled, taking a long drag, they exhaled slowly, following after him.

“Also you do care about the information I give, because it could literally be the end of the world and not in anyway you could be prepared for.” They grumbled, “And I really wish you wouldn’t try to wind me up, yes I have a short temper but I really, really do not want to cause more shit by starting another freaking war because someone is being quite ignorant.” They growled at him annoyed.

[thehawksarrows]

Clint laughed at the other. “You can keep acting like you know so much, but I honestly, Still don’t care.” He shrugged and shot her a look. “Perfect. You can come, great.” He said sarcastically. The other had already annoyed him. Clearly they weren’t going to get along. Honestly Clint didn’t care as long as he could get to Fury and pass them along. Hoping he didn’t have to be the one to ask all the questions, and get informed about their powers. 

“For someone who has been doing this for ‘a long time’ you seem to not be very good at catching social cues.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m grateful you did what you did, but don’t think I am gonna grovel at your feet for it.” Finally making it to his car he clicked the unlock. “You can either sit in the front, back, or vanish and appear there. Whatever works best for you.” He said while getting into the front seat. While sitting in the car he turned the key in ignition. “I don’t wanna start a war because someone is being quite ignorant.” he mocked them to himself and rolled his eyes. Clint didn’t like people who believed they were the end all be all, and they seemed to be giving off that vibe at this moment. He waited to see what their next move would be.

[thehawksarrows]

The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling...Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade...”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So...Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

[thehawksarrows]

“Fiiinnneeee,  I’ll start working on that damn wall.”  Wade said turning around to head to the shed, but when Clint said only psychopaths liked pineapple on pizza “Hey!  That’s not true!  I hate pineapple on pizza!  You take that back!”  Wade paused and thought about it, “No wait… I do like pineapple, you’re right.  Carry on!”

Wade went out to the shed and grabbed a bunch of tools and papier mache and glue.  He ran back into the house with his arms full, and just dropped everything on the floor right besides the wall.  He clapped his hands and rubbed them together, “Tis time!”  Wade snatched a phillips head screwdriver and some papier mache and started paper mache-ing the wall.  “This is gonna look brand new Clint!  You’ll see! Better than new even!”  He dipped a paint roller in a bunch of glue and started gluing the papier mache onto the wall.

After he was done rolling everything onto the wall, Wade backed away to admire his work.  It was beautifully done, pure white walls, it looked as if the wall had never been hit by bullets.  “Sometimes I wonder how I do it!”  He said proudly.  Wade went over to the coffee table and started fixing the frames with the pictures of Clint’s kids.

“When’s the pizza getting here, Clint?  I’m starving!”

Clint laughed a little and plopped himself on the couch. “It’s a deal.” He dialed the pizza place’s number on his cell phone and smiled. Assuming Wade wanted a plain cheese pizza he smiled. Dialing the number on his phone he waiting for the call to get answered, after reaching someone he spoke.

 “Hi! Yeah, I would like to place an order for delivery.” He waited for a response before starting the order. “Can I get one plain cheese pizza, and a two liter bottle of soda?” He asked. “Yes, that is my address! Perfect. Thank you very much.” He smiled a warm smile as if the person on the other line could see his smile and hung up. When he turned his attention to Wade he was working on the wall.

“Are you using papermache?” He asked cocking an eyebrow. Knowing full well that papermache was not going to last on the walls. It needed spackle or sheet rock, not paper and glue. He rolled his eyes. ‘I guess I can have someone come in and re-do it. As long as they’re covered for when the kid’s visit.’ Clint kicked his shoes off and threw his legs onto the coffee table in front of himself. “Have you ever fixed a wall before?” He asked the other man before crossing his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. When Wade joined him he watched as the other fixed the frames that were broken. “Gonna get me new glass for those too?” He asked with a laugh. “Or just going to pretend the crack isn’t there?” 

When Wade asked Clint where the pizza was he chuckled. “I literally just ordered like ten minuets ago. It’s gonna take a little. They have to make it.” Clint sat for a second in comfortable silence, listening to Wade turning the screw driver. “So...Did you miss me?” Clint got a little bit of courage to ask him that question.