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[personal profile] awwnoun 2016-10-25 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Clint doesn't know quite what to say, here. He kind of looks at Kate hopelessly, like she's totally stumped him, and then drags himself up to his feet. Lucky lets out a low borf and flops out, watching them, and Clint closes the distance between him and Kate. He carefully rests his hands on her shoulders, looking her in the eyes. ]

I'm not dead. You can't get rid of me that easily. [ A beat, and then he frowns. ] ... I'm sorry, Katie.

[ And then - Davesprite. There's a beat, where Clint looks up to see Davesprite just... chewing on a noodle block, to which Clint just tries to not laugh because what. Are you doing. That's not how you ramen. Not that Clint is surprised he doesn't know how. ]

I - uh. Didn't exactly have time to grocery shop while I was in snow hell, DS.
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[personal profile] mrcreamsicles 2016-10-25 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Davesprite shrugs broadly at them and crunches another bit of ramen block.]

I wasn't raised to make noodles right. I do what I can.

[He glances back at them—the noodles, then Clint and Kate.]

So, everything's kind of complicated, right? And you're tired, and you're worried, and neither of you have really got the chance to sit the fuck down and learn everything, and that part with me didn't count because I only scratched the surface and joked about Clint's terrible taste in costumes. I'm sayin' both of you, you've got a lot of shit on your minds, right? We've been back like two days, maybe. It'll settle. I'll find furniture to push Clint off of if he keeps being dumb, but maybe for now we can just—sit down, order a pizza, talk a little, then sleep like the dead.
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[personal profile] awwnoun 2016-10-25 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
I'm gonna have to teach you how to make noodles 'cause that's. Painful. [ Clint says absently, staring at said noodles. Sorry, he's zoning out here. A beat, and he shakes his head, letting go of Kate after a second. ]

I just want to put on sweatpants. [ He says, rubbing at his face. ] Maybe shave. Take a shower. Can you guys order pizza and I'll - I can talk about whatever you want me to talk about, Kate, promise. DS will help.

[ Sorry, bro, he's enlisting you. ]
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[personal profile] mrcreamsicles 2016-10-25 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
I'll look forward to it.

[And with Kate giving in, he pops a thumbs up to Clint.]

Go wash the Alaska off, dude.

[He already took a good, long shower himself earlier. For now... He looks at the noodles again, then goes to find the trash to dump them in. This was a mistake.]
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[personal profile] awwnoun 2016-10-25 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Unfortunately - or maybe fortunately, who knows - Clint decides he is going to take a shower for like half an hour. The warm water, the steady pressure - the fact that he gets to shave? It's glorious. He wants to sleep in this shower. Maybe live in the shower. That'd be so fine with him.

Eventually he gets out. He puts on clean clothes, and drags himself down the stairs. Slowly. He looks a hell of a lot better, but he's still kind of haggard, definitely thinner than he used to be. His movements carry kind of sickly tired that comes from a remembered chronic pain and from malnutrition. Life sucked in Norfinbury.

He's glad to be home. ]
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[personal profile] mrcreamsicles 2016-10-25 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
I know how to demolish a pizza, Kate. I'm like 17 by now and I just spent however long surviving off frozen rations. I was made for this day.

[He loads a couple slices of meat lover's onto his plate. Maybe he will eat one with a vegetable on it, too, if they bug him enough, but right now he wants to indulge.]

[Seeing Clint return, though, he gives him a once-over and nods.]


Looking better. Still crap, but better. We'll get there.

[He didn't get hit with pain the same way Clint did, but Norfinbury took its toll regardless. Floating makes the state of himself easier to work around.]
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[personal profile] awwnoun 2016-10-25 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Clint is totally okay with Kate ordering whatever she wants. His house is her house, and Davesprite's, too, now. He's got the money to be able to make sure they don't have to want for anything, honestly.

Davesprite tells him he looks like crap, and Clint snorts, dropping down heavily on a bar stool. He's still kind of marveling at the fact that he can get up and hold things without wanting to die inside, it's - great. Clint takes like half a pizza for himself, raising his eyebrows at Kate like he's daring her to stop him. ]


I'm gonna eat all this pizza because I paid for it. [ He's teasing. ] DS is right, though, we just came from a place where frozen fruit was a delicacy. [ A beat, and then offhand at Davesprite: ] Nothing left over from the town, right? None of the side-effects?
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I want to give him obsession for collecting eggs someday you're welcome

[personal profile] mrcreamsicles 2016-10-25 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Sorry, you expected words? He's busy chewing through a probably too large bite of cheese and protein shapes and it is glorious. He makes a sound kind of like a dying whale that is simultaneously in a bad porno. If either of them expected him not to enjoy the experience of pizza this much, they are fooling themselves.]

[Once he's chewed thoroughly and swallowed, though—]


I said the nanomachines were because of the radiation, right? But they also poisoned us in ways that affected our brains somehow. So, if you mean have I stopped feeling like my dead Bro is following me through locked doors and creeping up in the ceilings and shit, yeah, that's gone. But you might want to get me a pack of Easter eggs to see if I'm still obsessed with those.

[He might just sit on them anyway. Bird instincts, man. The crow he was made with wasn't very smart.]
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[personal profile] awwnoun 2016-10-25 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Clint lets Davesprite explain as he proceeds to shove a piece of pizza into his mouth. Like almost an entire piece. Chewing it is a task, but he doesn't care, he's up to it. It's been so long since he's had it, god. He still takes the time to bat at Kate's hand when she steals a pepperoni, but it's playful. ]

I think I've actually got a package of those in my closet. [ Clint says thoughtfully. He'd bought them for Simone's kids a while back. As for the rest of it, he gives Davesprite a thumbs up. Which he couldn't do in Norfinbury. ]

I can move without feeling like tiny gremlins are biting all of my joints and beating up my bones with hammers so - yeah, looks like it's gone. [ He sounds so, so relieved. Clint glances at Kate. ] Nanomachines came with terrible side effects, who would've guessed. They're not in my blood anymore, though. SHIELD checked.
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[personal profile] mrcreamsicles 2016-10-25 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[His closet? Davesprite's posture visibly perks up, but—nah, they can wait. He's got pizza. He crams another bite of it into his face hole, but still gives Clint an enthusiastic thumbs up in return the one he makes. It's pretty great to see him move his hand so freely.]

[But is he okay?]


I'm not dead or an anomaly or brainfucked by degrading nanowhatever. Get me some Flinstones vitamins and teach me how a kitchen is supposed to work, and I'll probably kick malnutrition's ass pretty quick.

[He'll let Clint handle the who and why, for however much answer they got to that. Instead he asks him his own question.]

D'you think SHIELD could check mine too? Though they probably would want to anyway. Not every day you get an orange bird guy with glowstick blood from an alternate dead universe showing up.
Edited 2016-10-25 16:23 (UTC)
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[personal profile] awwnoun 2016-10-25 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
You should ask Natasha about the who and why, Kate. [ Clint says, pausing in his quest to devour as much pizza as possible in one sitting. Natasha paid more attention, knew the ins and outs, and it's easier for her to give mission briefings. Clint doesn't want to talk about Miller or Eve. He wipes his mouth with his hand with no measure of grace whatsoever. ] But we're okay. Promise.

It'll be even better once we show DS what goes in a fridge. [ It's not swords. Surprise! Clint wipes the grease on his hands on his sweatpants like an animal and rests a hand on Kate's forearm. ] I accidentally adopted him, so now you gotta help me raise him.

[ He's teasing! Mostly. Please help. To Davesprite: ] Yeah. Part of the deal for me getting to go home was me bringing you in to make sure you're all good to go. I already said I'm responsible for you so they're not gonna throw a fit. Probably.

You can meet everybody else, too. Cap's gonna want to give you an inspiring speech or something.
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[personal profile] mrcreamsicles 2016-10-25 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, I know food is supposed to go in a fridge. [Beat.] Just not sure which food.

[Media told him some things, but not everything. As for Kate?]

Of course you're not adopting me. I only just met you and you're not old enough to be my hot mom. Any mom. You're a hot non-mom. Clint, steal her pizza she's not eating it and pineapple is for sad people.

[He grabs a couple more slices of whatever non-befruited food punishment is left and floats up to perch on top of the fridge. Around a mouthful of cheesy bread dinner:]

Hey, tell me about Cap. [He swallows.] And how many times do you think I'll have to explain to them about Sburb?
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[personal profile] awwnoun 2016-10-29 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Are you calling me a sad people? [ Clint asks idly, reaching over to steal Kate's pineapple. ] Or are you calling her a sad people?

[ He pops it in his mouth. ] Cap's great when he's not being stupidly stubborn about things. [ A beat. ] And considering you still end up having to explain things about Sburb to me, probably a lot.

Kate, eat your pizza.
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[personal profile] mrcreamsicles 2016-10-29 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Davesprite holds a hand up, palm open. He'd use both for full defensive posturing, but he's using the other one to keep his pizza plate steady. Why do you think he retreated to perching on the fridge, Kate?]

You can't make me sleep on the floor. I've slept there too many times the past few months, and if you try I'm gonna cause hell the way only an oversized bird dude can.

[Then to Clint:]

You're a downright clinical case of sad dad-ism. Unless you're trying to tell me the couch is your best friend and your endless napping is how you two catch up on the haps, and if you do say it I'm just gonna mark you down as even sadder than I thought. Plus, anyone would be depressed knowing they've got a history of costumes as bad as yours. Blame Kate for that.

[Speaking of.]

You're sad automatically because you put fruit on pizza, and you defend all that purple.
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[personal profile] awwnoun 2016-10-30 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Nobody has to sleep on the floor, I have enough space for everybody. [ Grumble grumble. He also opens his mouth to protest Kate's accusation, but Davesprite picks it up and goes, as always, and Clint just flounders uselessly before just closing his mouth with a disgruntled look. ]

Hey. We talked about not dissing the purple, DS. [ He's totally useful to this conversation, as you can see. ]