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#DYNAMICS -> DAREHEARTS -> From where I come from we take care of our own
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@darehearts gets a silly thing for the 616 cause clint barton is so nosy
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So this is the CORNBALL that the Avengers' very own Carol Danvers was FUTZING around with. Clint takes it as his personal duty to assess the man; after all he's selected himself one of Carol's best friends (most of the time; superheroes were complicated creatures) and as big brother Avenger (he was like seventh out of all avengers ever).
CAPTAIN KIRK; he has read his file at SHIELD (he still has some of Maria's access codes). He's impressive, but Clint's not that impressed yet. The purple clad man squinting at him behind his sunglasses and making a HMM; in truth he only knew Carol had a boyfriend because Tony let it slip. ❝ I'm on good terms with Carol's bestest friend, and I'm sure she'd gladly help me hide your body. ❞ That's quite possibly the better of things he could have said but it's so rare his friends leave their significant others unattended around him.
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[ INBOX / accepting ] ⸻ @darehearts sent in ⸻ ❝Clint? there's something i want you to do for me.❞ (you wanted angst? i have an idea here, just you wait— ST verse obvs)
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CLINT ⸺ gets him searching for Kirk, eyes looking to meet the other man's. The security officer gives a somewhat lopsided smile paired with a look of surprise in his eyes. ❝ Name anything, I'll do it. ❞ It was without question, that's the kind of loyalty that his friends got from him. It's born of years being in space together, of the things that they had been through, a handful of crises that some may sooner forget. Additionally, Clint's found a brotherhood among the friends he has made. Kirk is a brother, and so he doesn't need to know what Kirk needs from him for Clint to go any lengths he needs him to go.
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@darehearts // and this one is getting the insta reply (x)
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It's well fought victory, and it's why he's mulling over leaving. He didn't want to take away from that; didn't want to be the moon casting shadow over the room; let everyone frolic in the sunlight if Clint's keeping track of this metaphor properly.
He bumps his shoulder against Kirk's when he teases him for the melancholy that was hanging over his own shoulders. He can't help the laugh as it was pointed out this wasn't a funeral home. A finger taps at the rim of the glass he's holding. Ordered out of habit, which after Nero he had to get serious about the rest of whatever life was going to be.
❝ I don't know looks like a funeral home to me. ❞ Clint muses with a laugh, taps the glass full of liquid, decides that he'll share a little. How wouldn't a bar be a funeral home. ❝ You know how when you want to join Starfleet, you gotta do an interview? ❞
Kirk's eagerness to cheer him up is appreciated, if he doesn't feel that he's truly earned such the privilege of throwing his authority around to talk to someone. The only person to talk to was himself and the newly named Captain has earned from Clint however his story and honesty. That and something about how talking about it will help him.
❝ I downed two glasses of gin before it because if I fucked it up; well, I could have the rest of the bottle and wouldn’t care. I thought it made answering questions easier; I am a better liar under liquid influence. ❞ That's probably a load of bullshit, but that was the lies he told himself to make sense of himself.
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He holds up the glass in his hand, ❝ What is a bar to an ex-drinker? A graveyard. ❞ He looks to the all the glasses with liquor in them around the room, on the other side of the bar.
❝ This is better for me, but I still ordered the glass. Promise I'm celebrating, but getting use to this. ❞ This being watching others drink and get drunk, ans not joining them. They did it in fun and it's one night, or maybe one week, but he was different. That's harder to own, harder to look in the mirror and see his father looking back or Barney's words thrown in his face all over again.
Clint smiles though, it's hard but it's not bad. A little sad, but he'll get better at this sober thing. ❝ I imagine Captain is going to take a moment to get use to; or do you already feel it? ❞
He offers the glass of amber liquid towards Kirk, it shouldn't go to waste. He picked a good bottle for it to be poured from. Someone should appreciate the burn. ❝ A toast to whatever comes next and I promise that'll taste good. ❞
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*hugs him like THAT*
@darehearts jim's the best; iowan alliance stands strong
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A BIG BREATH IS DRAWN IN, one that expands his chest to the fullest capacity; no more air could possibly be drawn in. An OMFPH leaves his lips at the brunt force that sends him leaning forward. A warmth settles against his backside, between his shoulder blades, and then there is a weight at his shoulder. CLINT KNOWS THE WEIGHTS NAME. Words are at the tip of his tongue about to chide the Captain not to get any drool on his shoulder.
However, his words die in his throat when an arm goes over his other shoulder and the other goes around his arm. Jim's got good arms, he knows he's gotten him to work out with Clint whose probably twice as much as others. They are strong, and they pull right around him. The one arm that traps his arm squeezes so tight that he thinks Kirk's hand may crush a rib.
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The hug that he is pulled in kills all jokes on his tongue, going still as he can. Shoulders relax and his hands go up. One to hold onto Kirk's elbow and his right hand clasps over the hand across his chest. Instead of letting his BROTHER go; he holds him him there. Jim's not allowed to stop now, the tightness at which he squeezes feels dizzyingly good. Another breath is taken in, long since accepting his need for this kind of affection shared; although it's not lost on him why Jim was hugging him in the first place.
❝ It's alright, buddy, told you nothing to worry about. ❞ Clint is still not letting go, taking the moment to just breath and let the adrenaline rush wear. A few pats to Kirk's hand, then he's clasping it tight. ❝ I had it; got all of you. ❞ The hug is definitely helping with his own internal anxieties; thinks he could maybe ask Jim to hug him like this on other days or when its all shades of grey?
Kirk's definitely not being let go of anytime soon yet. ❝ Your faith in me never fails. ❞ Clint says a little softer, barely a whisper because that's what friends and brothers were. Belief in the other gave strength.
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more tag drops // dynamics & people
@danversiism -> DANVERSIISM -> More than blood it takes heart and courage to be a sparkly badass // DYNAMICS -> DANVERSIISM -> Family is the people who you fight for and complain to
@darehearts -> DAREHEARTS -> Men go abroad to wonder at the circular motions of the stars and they pass by themselves without wondering // DYNAMICS -> DAREHEARTS -> From where I come from we take care of our own
@prcspcr -> DYNAMICS -> PRCSPCR -> If you are human you might as well face it you are going rub people the wrong way
@nyhura -> DYNAMICS -> NYHURA -> She is order and I am chaos we get lunch sometimes
@blindbastard -> SHIPS -> BLINDBASTARD -> A leap of faith is both blind and deaf
@mr-tony-stark -> SHIPS -> MRTONYSTARK -> Will you wait for me the way birds wait for the sun to rise? Will you kiss me as the sun rises?
@biitchcakes -> SHIPS -> BIITCHCAKES -> And her kisses on his skin felt like wisps of butterfly wings turn to a slow inferno
@amethystarrows -> DYNAMICS -> AMETHYSTARROWS -> When I am with you there is no place I'd rather be
@gammaragee -> SHIPS -> GAMMARAGEE -> It's in the eyes always in his eyes that danger and trust are held
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"so you're the annoying guy who's been following me around for ten years?" (spy verse HEHEHE)
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Had it really been ten years? Fuck, if that was the case than saying he's going to retire has become a water cooler conversation that has gotten way too old. No wonder Sal is always giving him that judgmental eyeroll. There's no way he was retiring any time soon, especially not with the shit that he's been keeping an eye. Carol's shit. Technically, JIM as he was known as wasn't officially part of his job description yet, not named at least, except by Carol. Since looking after Jim was a favor with no returning reward. It's the little things he does for his friends
(Except Jim's a big thing, a pain in his ass for ten years to keep track of, and part of that is because Jim's good at what he does. The other part usually involves bullets and not dying.)
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He doesn't even spare the agent who admittedly looks ready to kill him. He holds up his hand to signal for Jim to pause, hold still for a moment. ❝ Mh'nm, hol'tha'thought. ❞ There had been a somewhat soggy looking paper towel that he had been eating out of before they had gotten into their kerfuffle and Jim had realized who he was. He had very barely managed to slip it into the pocket on his chest pocket.
He reaches for it, keeping one hand up to keep the peace and shoves the rest of the crumbling muffin into his mouth. ❝ You're the annoying one, making everything harder than you need to and almost dying a few times. You know how hard it is keep my cover, do my own fuckin' work, and make sure I'm not bringing you to Carol in a coffin? ❞ Clint chews around his food a little moment before wiping his mouth with the questionable paper towel.
❝ It's futzin' annoying; and please don't shoot me. Hospitals make me cry. ❞
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