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| What the Future Will Bring (Ready Or Not); 05/24-early afternoon- (Bobbi, Clint) | |
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| Mockingbird | Feb 3 2015, 10:58 PM Post #61 |
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This isn't a catfight. It's me kicking your ass.
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Yeah. They'd both probably be losing it for most of the next year. Great. That made her feel better. Bobbi was smiling when she said it, though. Or mostly. Maybe it was a little wry, but that was better than it had been, too. There was an answering smile from Hawk and that...it was good. Also better. Easier. It made breathing easier. Thinking easier. Jesus, it wasn't like they were the only people in the world to ever have a kid. Even if it had hit like a ton've bricks. "Looks like it, Birdie. With any luck, we'll spend most of it taking turns." That widened the smile a little bit. Yeah, Simon would love that, wouldn't he? Not that he wasn't used to, well, them and he had been for years. But this was a little different. "He's used to it," Clint confirmed her own thoughts and added in a shrug along with it. "Who knows if he'll even notice when Sparkle Barbie's hanging around." There was that, though Bobbi was pretty sure Simon would still notice. "Yeah, she's..." Mockingbird needed a short pause to come up with a fitting word, but there wasn't exactly just one that she could think of to fit Dazzler. "Something," she decided on, still with a half-smile. "She held up her part of the mission today." Which was almost more than she'd expected from someone quite that pink and quite that shiny. And the blonde guessed Dazzler'd earned at least a little benefit of the doubt when it was all said and done. It wasn't like she had any damned business judging anybody today. Suddenly, though, it all made her wonder: Would the team even still be together by then? In another year, or most've one? They were heading into something new, now. Not just her and Clint, all of them. They'd been together so long it was hard to imagine that changing going forward, but Bobbi'd been doing this - all this - long enough to know how fast and how completely things could, and did, change. She hadn't meant to wipe the smile off Clint's face, or her own, but she had. They'd dissolved the WCA once, but it hadn't been for long. Not even enough time, really, for it to register. There'd been a time she'd had serious questions about whether she was meant for this kind of thing or not. Sometimes she still did. But realizing she didn't have a clue what the plan was after this, or if there was a plan at all, Mockingbird knew she'd at least got used to it. Enough that it was hard picturing the future without ReAssemble. The people that weren't just their friends but their family, too. "If there is, I never got invited to the meeting," Clint said shifting around to get more comfortable and fingers playing over a strand of her hair in that way he did when sometimes he was thinking. "Back in DC, I gave the ol' rallying cry," he said, his voice settling into a thoughtful tone and a hint of a knowing smile made a reappearance on her face. Yeah, big surprise there. He'd yell that out when it was time to cook breakfast if he could get away with it. "It felt different than before. All those other times, it was like we were keeping the memory alive. This time, it was more like... something waking up after a long sleep." Bobbi nodded thoughtfully, hand settling against his back, fingers splayed. Yeah, it would, wouldn't it? Today, when it wasn't just them the way it usually was. With Jess, and especially Steve, there. Finally fighting in the open again. No more running and hiding. "This week's felt more like things used to be than anything has in years," she agreed, peering up into his eyes with her own. "We went back to being heroes again." That part, it'd never been that important to her. She was a solider and that part had never really changed. It was important to Clint, though, and it was important in the scheme of things to start cleaning up this damned mess. "The war's about over, but the Earth's still going to need its mightiest heroes, right?" That had her smiling a little wider. It was in his blood, and she knew it always had been. "Right, Sport," she agreed. That was easy enough to agree with. Who else was gonna do it? "Probably now more than ever. There's gonna be a lot of repair work to do, but I don't see that changing." They'd learned some hard lessons, they'd lost a lot of good people. But they were still needed and she didn't think that'd change. |
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| Hawkeye | Feb 6 2015, 03:15 AM Post #62 |
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I retire for what, like, five minutes and it all goes to shit.
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There was no sense denying it. Clint and Bobbi were going to spend a lot of time losing their minds over the next year. They couldn't do a thing about it, or a lot of what was going to be happening to Bobbi, and the smart money was on that being one of the big reasons for a lot of the freak outs. Especially for Bobbi. She hated not being in control, but it looked like they were both going to have to start getting used to that. It was going to make things interesting for Simon, not that he wasn't used to it. If they were lucky, they'd take turns going crazy. Of course, Dazzler seemed to distract him so much, he might not even notice whenever she came around. Clint watched Bobbi's reaction, looking for signs of the impression she'd gotten of Alison Blaire. He hadn't had a chance to talk with Simon alone yet, so he only had what they'd all seen so far to really go on. "Yeah, she's..." Bobbi said, trailing off as she seemed to grope around for what to say next. "Something," she finally said, but the look on her face made it less of a condemnation a description like that from Mock might have been. "She held up her part of the mission today." That was good to know, although Clint mostly expected that. From what he'd heard, Dazzler had escaped from Marysville almost singlehandedly, and then for an encore she'd gone practically solo again and captured this very helicarrier. Whatever else they might say, she didn't seem to have any problems getting things done. Whether or not that meant good things for Simon wasn't entirely clear yet, but if Bobbi had seen anything to be concerned about, she would have said something. Bobbi's next comment caught Clint by surprise, and wiped away a lot of the smile that had been on Clint's face. He hadn't really thought a lot about 'after.' It was still such a new concept, in a lot of ways, and it was taking some getting used to. Jan and Greer and Simon were more than teammates. They were family. That didn't mean they'd always be together, though. Things changed, and they were headed toward some of the biggest changes of the past five years. If there was a plan, Clint hadn't been brought in on it. But it had him thinking about what had happened in DC, right after that Sentinel charged. It wouldn't come a big surprise to Bobbi that he'd given the yell. Sure enough, there was that smile on her face as soon as he mentioned it. What could he say? He liked to keep the memory alive. Except this time it felt like more. He wasn't even sure how to describe it, so he just went with the first thing that popped into his head. Did that even make sense, saying it felt like something had awakened? Clint wasn't sure. All he knew for sure was he liked the way it had felt. Apparently it did make sense. Bobbi nodded as she splayed her fingers along his back the way she often did when they lay down together and got to talking. "This week's felt more like things used to be than anything has in years," she said. Yeah, that made a lot of sense. And it did. Tearing down all those camps, setting all the inmates free, the whole package. "We went back to being heroes again." "Yeah," Clint said. A slow smile spread across his lips as he absorbed that. "We really did." It was a good feeling. Having that back. He'd been so long without that in his life he'd almost forgotten how much he really needed it. It was a part of him, and always would be. And if there was still a place for the Avengers to keep the world safe after the war was over, even better. "Right, Sport," Bobbi said, smiling even wider. "Probably now more than ever. There's gonna be a lot of repair work to do, but I don't see that changing." Clint nodded. "There's going to be rebuilding all over," he agreed. "No reason not to make that part of it. Yeah, it probably won't be easy, but it'll be worth it." It didn't matter how much work it took, give him half a chance, he'd do it, and put in just as much love in the bargain. "I'm pretty sure I still remember how to draw up a charter," he said in a softer voice, searching Bobbi's eyes. "Would you be on board for helping to bring it back?" It didn't have to be right away, if she wanted them to focus on the baby, but he couldn't picture it being long before the Avengers returned, or it happening without them being part of it. |
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| Mockingbird | Feb 7 2015, 03:34 PM Post #63 |
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This isn't a catfight. It's me kicking your ass.
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It was like an old friend coming back in some ways, Bobbi thought. This last week, being back in the fight in a way they hadn't been, and hadn't been able to be, in longer than she liked to think about. Doing more than just surviving. More than just staying alive from one day to the next and one step ahead of the Sentinels and SHIELD and the Hounds. They'd gone back to being heroes, even if her own definition of that had always been, and probably always would be, a little different from Hawk's and a lot of the others. "Yeah," Clint said. A slow smile spread across his lips that settled something inside her. It'd been a long time since she'd seen that smile on his face. A long time since there'd been a reason for it to be there. He was a cowboy. He was an idealist even when he didn't think he was. He'd loved being a Bid Damned Hero and he always would. "We really did." Fighting for something again, instead of just surviving against it as best they could. Whatever happened, Bobbi couldn't imagine there wouldn't still be a place in the world for the Avengers. It might be different than before - it would almost have to be - and the team, their team, she had to think things would change there. They already had, hadn't they? Greer had a little boy. They were starting a family of their own, even if it was a little bit of a surprise one. Simon...well, they'd see what happened there, but it might not be the disaster they'd been afraid it was going to be with Dazzler. But, hell, things always changed, but the world needing heroes? Mockingbird had a hard time imagining that. If anything, it'd probably need them now more than ever, just to finish getting through all this. The war might be over today, if their luck kept holding, but there was still a lot of rebuilding ahead. Hawk nodded as she drew her hand slowly up his back. "There's going to be rebuilding all over," he agreed. "No reason not to make that part of it. Yeah, it probably won't be easy, but it'll be worth it." Bobbi's turn to nod thoughtfully. Hell, they'd make it worth it. They hadn't gone through all this for nothing. "Nothing that's worth it's usually easy," she agreed with another hint of a smile. "Story of our life." Personally, professionally, they'd worked hard as hell to make them work, keep it all together. Keep going when it would've been easier to give up. That might shift a little, because things were gonna have to be different in some ways, but it wouldn't stop. God knew, Clint would dive into it all head first. She didn't have to see that look on his face to know that. "I'm pretty sure I still remember how to draw up a charter," he said in a softer voice, proving her point just like that and she smiled a little wider. Rolled her eyes a little, too. Fondly, since she couldn't stop it. "Would you be on board for helping to bring it back?" "You know it, Babe," was the only answer she could really give him, looking up into his face and more than half-amused. Some things never changed. "Before you start running out and writing up charters, though, we should probably talk to the others." Not just their team, but Jess'. Patsy. God, Steve. Steve, who wasn't dead and was out there again. "Things won't be quite that easy," Bobbi added more seriously. Not wanting to burst his bubble but wanting to slow him down before he rushed out and slammed face first into an unexpected wall of complications of politics and public opinion. "You know that, don't you, Hon? This time, it'll be a lot more complicated than just writing up a set of by laws and picking out members." Too much water under the bridge. What Carol and Hank and Tony had done. The damage done by people in costume going out and doing whatever they damned well pleased and refusing to answer to anybody that'd started all this. None of that would vanish just because they finally won this fight. |
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| Hawkeye | Feb 9 2015, 02:47 PM Post #64 |
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I retire for what, like, five minutes and it all goes to shit.
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Whatever the plan was for after the war, if there was a plan, Clint intended to be right in the middle of it. That might start as early as today, if everything went the way they hoped. He hadn't come this far just to sit back and let someone else do the rest of the work. It was going to be a lot of work. That much was obvious. There might be no end to the rebuilding, and one thing Clint was sure the world was going to need again was heroes. Especially now, he'd bet. All the more reason to make that part of the package. No matter how hard that was going to be, and Clint expected it would be far from easy, it would be worth it. Bobbi's head shifted against the mattress as she answered with a nod. "Nothing that's worth it's usually easy," she said, traces of a knowing smile on her lips. "Story of our life." Wasn't that the truth? "And then some," Clint agreed, settling his other hand on Bobbi's hip. It had been like that since the day they met. Hell, since long before that. Nothing in their lives had been handed to them or come without them having to try for it. A lot of it they'd had to work as hard as they could, not just to get it, but to keep it. And they had, even when it seemed like they'd have been better off just calling it quits. That wasn't them. They'd learned to focus on each other and what was really important and keep at it until they pushed through and worked it out. It had been a while, but Clint supposed he could still put together a charter. Who didn't love paperwork? Bobbi's smile grew a bit more and she rolled her eyes some. She'd definitely seen this coming. Maybe she even missed it as much as he did. Which left him with one more question. Was she in? "You know it, Babe," she said with certainty, still looking mostly amused as she looked at him. "Before you start running out and writing up charters, though, we should probably talk to the others." Heh. She probably expected him to jump out of the bed right now and get to work. It was practically the way he’d founded the WCA, though even that had come with Vision’s blessing first. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere for a while,” he assured her, sliding his hand slowly up and down the curve of her hip. “The Avengers isn’t just a name,” he added thoughtfully. “It means something. Or it used to.” And it could again. “I wouldn’t dream of not asking as many of the others as we can about it.” Not just those who’d found. All of them, from King T’Challa to Wanda. Bobbi’s expression, her whole posture lying next to him on the bed, became more serious. "Things won't be quite that easy," she told him in a tone that much more real about her wanting him to put on the brakes. "You know that, don't you, Hon? This time, it'll be a lot more complicated than just writing up a set of by laws and picking out members." God, he loved her for the way she kept him grounded. She could do that like nobody else. And not wanting to see him get hurt, too. This time she might not have to worry quite so much, though. “I know, Babe,” he said, voice going soft again. He nodded slowly and wet his lips once. “I’ll never forget what this has cost us. The things and the people-“ a slight tremor crept into his voice at that last word, but he swallowed and got it back under control. “-that we lost and can never get back. We can’t make what’s happened go away or undo the damage that’s been done. Countless lives’ve been destroyed, and we helped it happen.” The public wasn’t going to forget that either. They’d never get back all the trust and confidence they’d once had, and they deserved it. Clint squeezed his eyes shut and sighed. “I want this to be hard, Mock,” he said, opening his eyes back up and looking into Bobbi’s. “Whatever needs to happen, no matter how complicated it is, I want it to be the kind of stuff we’d only do because we really believe in what this can be. There ought to be a system that makes sure we always know how we got here, and it needs to make sure that nothing like this can ever, ever happen again. Otherwise, what’s the point?” |
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| Mockingbird | Feb 10 2015, 03:32 PM Post #65 |
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This isn't a catfight. It's me kicking your ass.
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Nothing worth it was easy. Story of their life. Yeah, and then some, just like Hawk said, but it was what they'd picked for themselves. There'd always been a choice, even when there hadn't been, and they'd made that choice. To keep fighting. To keep going and hope they managed to get to where they were today. So was she surprised that Clint was ready to run out and start writing out charters and officially restart the Avengers? Not even a little. It was in his blood. In hers, too, no matter how many times she'd wondered if this was something she did, or could, fit into. Before he went tearing off to find a pen, paper, and swatches for new costumes (she was almost surprised he hadn't already), though, they should probably talk to the others. This wasn't just their decision to make, no matter how much she agreed with him. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere for a while,” he assured her, hand stroking along her hip as her own slid lightly up and down his back. “The Avengers isn’t just a name,” he added thoughtfully. “It means something. Or it used to.” It still did, as far as Bobbi was concerned. It would again. “I wouldn’t dream of not asking as many of the others as we can about it.” "I think it's gonna have to be all the others, Sport," she countered with a smile, trying to slow him down a little more all the same, before he did just run off anyway. It wasn't like she didn't know him and how things worked when he got an idea in his head. It was a starting place. Try to get everybody together that they could. Toss some things around. It wouldn't be just that easy, though. Not anymore, and she wondered if Clint realized that? He was more Mr. Run Out And Do It Now, Worry About The Details Later but that wouldn't be something he could do here. A lot had changed. Or was going to change. Not just for the Avengers as a team and an idea, but for them. As people, the ones inside the stealth suits and the costumes. There would be politics, and all kinds of red tape, probably still laws of some kind, even if they got most of the current ones either off the books or reworked to something sane. There were kids, now. God, there were kids. William. Steve's little boy, James. One of their own on the way. Was he thinking about that? That he couldn't just cowboy his way through it the way he usually did whatever was in his way? “I know, Babe,” he said, voice going soft again. He nodded slowly and wet his lips once. “I’ll never forget what this has cost us. The things and the people-“ a slight tremor crept into his voice and Bobbi tightened her arms around him. Marc and Hank and Danny and Sam. So many more. Kate. He'd be thinking of her, “-that we lost and can never get back. We can’t make what’s happened go away or undo the damage that’s been done. Countless lives’ve been destroyed, and we helped it happen.” Mockingbird nodded, acknowledging that since it was true. They might not have meant to but that didn't change a damned thing about what had happened. That was something every single one've them had to accept and learn to live with. "Yeah, we did," the former Agent 19 agreed softly, looking up into her husband's eyes, "We can't change that, but we can sure as hell learn from it." Eyes closing tight, Clint sighed like he was trying to release all of these last five years. “I want this to be hard, Mock,” he said, opening his eyes back up and looking into Bobbi’s. “Whatever needs to happen, no matter how complicated it is, I want it to be the kind of stuff we’d only do because we really believe in what this can be. There ought to be a system that makes sure we always know how we got here, and it needs to make sure that nothing like this can ever, ever happen again. Otherwise, what’s the point?” There it was again. That idealist she'd always known was in there and Bobbi smiled again. Not even the last five years had managed to kill that, thank god. She loved that about him. Always had. "I think you'll get your wish, Babe," she assured him, probably a little wryly. She wasn't sure Clint realized how complicated it could really get when you were talking about laws and politics, even on days when things weren't already screwed six ways to hell and back. "If I had to guess, I'd say none've this is gonna be easy. Or fast. Things won't ever be like they were again," she added, expression shifting back toward sober again. "They can't be. And, hell, that's before you figure in how this is all gonna work when you start throwing kids into the mix," Mockingbird tacked on with a lift of one brow and that little, brief flutter of almost-panic in her chest that at least wasn't as strong or as it had been at first. Not to burst his bubble or anything, but Hawkeye the Avenger was going to be Clint Barton, the father, too. That had to fit into all this somewhere, too. |
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| Hawkeye | Feb 11 2015, 04:17 PM Post #66 |
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I retire for what, like, five minutes and it all goes to shit.
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Bringing back the Avengers. Clint wouldn't consider for a second leaving the others out of that project. It was more than just another name for a team of superheroes and each and every one of them were the reason for that. They all had a say, and Clint planned to ask them. Not just the ones who'd fought in the Resistance, but as many as they could get a hold of. "I think it's gonna have to be all the others, Sport," Bobbi said, smiling at him. Exactly. Every single one. With maybe a few specific exceptions. Yeah. Not his favorite thing to think about, but there was no getting around it. And it was one of the reasons that, for once in his life, he already knew this wasn't going to be simple or easy, even before Bobbi made sure he wasn't getting too far ahead of himself. Everything had changed. It wasn't the same world anymore, and they weren't the same people. They all bore scars that would last forever. He was always going to remember how they'd gotten here. The heavy cost, especially in lives. He still couldn't even talk about everyone they'd lost without getting a little choked up. Bobbi's arms drew him into a comforting squeeze. He wouldn't have to tell her the names of all the people he was thinking about. All the faces he could still see in the back of his mind. She'd know. They’d talked about it more times than he could count. He may have finally managed to stop blaming himself for Kate’s death, but it still hurt. They all hurt, and it always would. There was no taking back all that had happened, or denying the role they’d played in making it happen. They were going to carry that on their shoulders for the rest of their lives. Bobbi nodded. "Yeah, we did," she said in a soft voice. The regret was easy to hear in it. "We can't change that, but we can sure as hell learn from it." “I hope so, Hon,” Clint said, before closing his eyes tight against the weight of it all. Whatever it took, he was willing to do it. He was pretty sure he couldn’t even imagine everything that would be involved. He wasn’t really an administration and bureaucracy kinda guy. Most of it was probably going to drive him nuts by the end of it, but that didn’t matter. He wanted it to be tough. Like Bobbi said, that’s what was going to make it worth doing. If it was easy or simple, if there wasn’t something to prevent this kind of thing from ever happening again, what would be the point? That made Bobbi smile again, her eyes full of affection as she looked at him. "I think you'll get your wish, Babe," she said, and she made it sound a little like a warning. Maybe because it should be. "If I had to guess, I'd say none've this is gonna be easy. Or fast. Things won't ever be like they were again," she continued, expression going back to serious. Yeah. It was definitely the end of an era. "They can't be. And, hell, that's before you figure in how this is all gonna work when you start throwing kids into the mix[.]" Clint had been kind of dancing around that particular detail for the most part. It had been one of the reasons he’d asked Bobbi if she was on board, in case she had any objections based on that, but now it was right out there. The bowman nodded and swallowed a bit to tamp down the sudden knot trying to twist back up in his stomach. “Kinda makes this a whole new ball game, doesn’t it?” he said. He might not know a thing about being a parent, and god he hoped he’d be a decent father, but he knew enough to realize that was a whole job in and of itself. Most of the Avengers had never even had a pet. “Right now I don't know where to even start with that,” Clint admitted. “Any ideas? Maybe it’s something we should talk to Greer about. And Sharon. They’d probably have some good advice.” Sue and Reed, too, but Clint held back on mentioning them. There was no denying they’d made the whole ‘raising children and fighting bad guys at the same time’ thing work, but he could only imagine how painful that kind of talk might be. |
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| Mockingbird | Feb 12 2015, 01:36 PM Post #67 |
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This isn't a catfight. It's me kicking your ass.
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There was no changing what'd happened. What they'd help happen, whether they'd meant to or not. What'd started out, years ago, as a difference of opinion had gone too damned far. Instead of them all working together to figure out how to fix the problems, they'd let it tear them - and a good chunk of the country - apart. Nothing they could do about that now. No going back and fixing it. But they could sure as hell learn something from it. They had to, or there wasn't any future waiting that any of them wanted to see. Or to raise their kids in. God. Kids. “I hope so, Hon,” Clint said, before closing his eyes tight and Mockingbird let out a long, slow breath, arms pulling him in closer again. So did she and Bobbi couldn't help but wonder how many of the others had put all the pieces together over this last week. Realized just how close they'd come to losing this before they even saw it coming. Too damned close. Another week, maybe less, and it would've all gone the other way. Knowing that sent an involuntary shiver down her spine, but then she smiled up at Hawk again. He wanted hard? Well, if she had to guess, she'd say he'd get that wish granted. They might've won, but they'd lost a lot, too. All of them. After the last five years, nothing was gonna be easy. Not rebuilding, not starting over. Nothing would be like it had been. Not the country, not the Avengers, not even most've them. Look how their lives had changed. How they were going to change. Kids. God, there were kids now. Greer's. Steve's. Theirs. Not here yet, but in some ways it might as well be because it was still a pretty damned big consideration. Hawkeye and Mockingbird were going to be parents. Yeah, there was that look, as Clint nodded, adam's apple bobbing. Put there by the same thing that had her heart beating against her ribs in something back closer to panic. Not as overwhelming as it had been when they'd first got here, but still there. “Kinda makes this a whole new ball game, doesn’t it?” he asked, and that was an understatement if she'd ever heard one. Try a whole new planet. Maybe a whole new universe. “Right now I don't know where to even start with that,” Clint admitted. “Any ideas? Maybe it’s something we should talk to Greer about. And Sharon. They’d probably have some good advice.” Nodding, Bobbi went back to tracing her fingers thoughtfully up and down Clint's broad back. "Yeah, I talked to Greer a little this morning." Once she'd managed to get what her friend was telling her to sink in, anyway. "She's had to make some damned hard choices when it came to William," she added, eyes lifting back to Clint's sky blue ones. "I think Sharon Carter probably did, too. It couldn't have been easy for her to walk away after Steve died." Or they'd all thought he'd died, but that was something the former SHIELD Agent couldn't think about too much right now. It just made her mad as hell at Carol, and Hank, and Tony all over again. "And I know it wasn't easy for Greer to leave William all this time to stay in the fight," she added, still watching his face as her brows drew together slightly. "And there's what happened with Luke and Jessica." That one was still pretty fresh and now Luke was sitting down in the Brig and Jessica, well, god know how she was holding it together. "God, I hope we don't ever have to make those kinds of choices, Babe, but I think we're gonna have to be ready to make some we didn't expect. I'll take any help we can get with that." Yeah. Kids. They changed everything. This one wasn't even here, yet, and it was already doing that. Just like Greer said. |
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| Hawkeye | Feb 14 2015, 09:45 PM Post #68 |
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I retire for what, like, five minutes and it all goes to shit.
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Bobbi shuddered against Clint as she held him against her. His arms moved instinctively to wrap her in an embrace of his own. The thought of anything like this ever happening again was enough to give anyone a chill, he would bet. It was only by some miracle they'd made it through this war, and up until a week ago, they'd been losing. Even Clint had been able to see the looming air of finality on the horizon. If things hadn't turned around when they did, he had to wonder if any of them would still be alive today. That's why bringing back the Avengers couldn't be as easy as just running out and grabbing their old costumes (or designing new ones). If it was that simple, it wouldn't be worth it. It would be as if they hadn't learned anything from this. He wanted it to be hard. Apparently that much, at least, wasn't going to be a problem. The way Bobbi said he'd probably get his wish, he was probably going to get a lot more than he'd bargained for. Good. He might want to hit something, or someone, before it was over, but he'd still do it. There was no going back to the way things used to be. It was a different world, and the Avengers were going to have to be a different team. And they were different people. Even if they were still basically the same at the core, they'd all changed. Older. Wiser (hopefully at least, and probably some more than others). Scarred. And for more of them than they'd known, now including Clint and Bobbi themselves, parents. God, they were going to have a kid, which meant anything they decided to do was going to be that, plus kid. Clint could practically feel Bobbi's heart thudding, or maybe he was just imagining it as an echo of his own heart doing the same. It was a whole new ball game, to put things lightly. Very lightly. How did they even start figuring out how to make all that work at the same time? There'd have to tradeoffs and compromises and things they wouldn't even see coming. A whole new set of things to worry about and prepare for, because they were responsible for a life that was completely dependent on them. Right now, though, it was still too fresh and he was still too far on the verge of panic to really put a name to all those things, much less decide what to do about them. Maybe Bobbi had some ideas. She'd had longer to think about it. Or they could talk to the other moms. They'd been doing this for a while. If anyone could give them a clue of what Clint and Bobbi were in for, it'd be them. His wife nodded, fingers tracing random trails up and down Clint's back again. "Yeah, I talked to Greer a little this morning." she said. "She's had to make some damned hard choices when it came to William[.]" Her eyes went back to Clint's as if silently conveying what those choices had been. Clint could imagine at least some of that. How had she been able to choose between staying with William and continuing the fight? What kind of plans had she made if something happened to her? Especially the one thing they'd seen far too much of in the past few years not to be prepared for it to happen to themselves. Or if her secret had gotten out and Tony or Carol or Hank tried to use it against her? God, just thinking about that sent a cold knot of fury running through the pit of Clint's stomach. They'd have done it, wouldn't they? Any one of them. He'd never thought in all the time he'd been teammates with them that they could be capable of such ruthlessness. "I think Sharon Carter probably did, too. It couldn't have been easy for her to walk away after Steve died." Yes. And now Steve wasn't dead, and Clint couldn't help wonder what kinds of things that was going to change for him and Sharon both. And look at that. One more thing they could all thank their former fellow Avengers for. "And I know it wasn't easy for Greer to leave William all this time to stay in the fight," Bobbi continued, as if she'd sensed Clint's earlier thought. Her brows clinched a little. "And there's what happened with Luke and Jessica." And there was that. Clint exhaled uncomfortably. That was a mess, one that wasn't going to be easy at all to figure out. Thinking about how hard this had to be for JJ made Clint feel for her, and made him wonder how she was even dealing with all of it. "God, I hope we don't ever have to make those kinds of choices, Babe," Bobbi said, and Clint gave her another squeeze, shaking his head slightly in mute denial. No. They'd never have to make those kinds of choices. Not like the ones JJ had faced and was still facing. He refused to believe they could do anything like that to each other, stubbornly shutting out of his mind the fact that they lived in a world with things like possession and mind control. Not when it came to Bobbi or the child they were going to have. "but I think we're gonna have to be ready to make some we didn't expect. I'll take any help we can get with that." Clint wondered if Bobbi had noticed the inherent contraction in that. Not that it mattered. She was still right, and he nodded. "Yeah. This isn't something I want to try going into blind. Or just the two of us alone." Even Mimic had a support network to get him through his surprise daughter. "We'll figure it out," Clint said, moving his hand back to her side and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We'll make it work. We knew this wasn't going to be easy when we decided we wanted this. No matter what comes up, you'll always be the most important thing in the world to me." Things were changing, but that was one thing that wouldn't. He leaned his head down and kissed her. No way of knowing what the future would be, but as long as he held on to that, he'd be at least a little ready for any choice that they found themselves faced with. pulled slightly away again, he lifted his eyes to meet hers. "When do you think we should bring it up to the others? Soon? Or should we give it some time and see what else is going on." Hopefully not too long. If someone else brought it up before they had a chance he knew he was going to kick himself for letting them beat him to it. |
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| Mockingbird | Feb 15 2015, 08:56 PM Post #69 |
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This isn't a catfight. It's me kicking your ass.
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Hard choices. Greer she'd already talked to. At least a little, this morning after she'd got over the initial shock of finding out she was pregnant when that'd been the last thing she expected. She'd had to make hard choices for herself and for William. The same way the ones Sharon Carter had made when she'd walked away from all of it when, as far as they all knew then, Steve had been killed. How the hell did she have to feel now, knowing that was all a lie? Even being in this business for years, Bobbi still had trouble imagining how completely all that had to have turned Agent 13's world, and her son's world, upside down. How it would turn Steve's upside down to find out he had a son all these years, after what he'd been through. Sharon raised her son alone, out of the country, from what she understood. Greer had had to leave hers with the Cat People. Only able to visit her own kid when she could get away, so she could stay in this fight and still keep him safe. Then there was Luke Cage and Jessica Jones and...Jesus. How close had she come today to knowing exactly what JJ had gone through? Would they have come out of something like that any better? Luke Cage had been someone she'd have never imagined going off the damned deep end that way, but there was only so much anybody could take. She and Clint, they'd had their own breaking points and they'd seen them, up close and personal, and the idea of going through that again brought that nausea and panic right back in force for a second or two before she could push it back again. Choices she never wanted her and Clint to have to make. Maybe ones they'd missed having to make by pure luck, she acknowledged, as Hawk let out a heavy breath. But there'd still be some choices ahead. Probably ones they didn't expect and hadn't thought of yet. But at least maybe they'd managed to not have it be the ones where they either had to send their kid away for its own safety, or where one or both of them had to walk away from the whole thing all together. Or the one where they didn't have it at all. There was a nod from Clint and she wondered if there was the same set of thing running through his head. "Yeah. This isn't something I want to try going into blind. Or just the two of us alone." That had a lopsided smile forming on her face as she looked up at her husband. "I think blind's the only way anybody goes into this," Bobbi countered. At least it sure as hell felt that way. "But we've got good friends. I'm hoping they'll throw us a rope if we start looking like we're drowning." Right now, it felt like she didn't know one damned thing. Besides the fact that she wanted this baby. This family that would be her and Clint and whoever else came along. "We'll figure it out," Clint said, moving his hand back to her side and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We'll make it work. We knew this wasn't going to be easy when we decided we wanted this. No matter what comes up, you'll always be the most important thing in the world to me." "It's not just me now, Sport," she reminded him, smile less lopsided and at least a little affectionate. "Maybe change that to a we." Something they might as well both get used to, and she gave him a squeeze of her own to go with it. Important didn't even begin to cover what Clint was to her. What this kid would be. Eventually, though, she'd fit it all in her head. He leaned down and there was another kiss. One she could definitely use. Familiar and warm and settling those nerves again and all the questions rattling through her head, still. It was a little easier to believe they would figure it out. When that was over, Hawk's eyes found hers again. "When do you think we should bring it up to the others? Soon? Or should we give it some time and see what else is going on." Oh, Jesus Christ. They were back to that again already? Hell, of course they were and Bobbi rolled her eyes. Just for the hell of it. Then took a swat at his shoulder. "We should probably give it at least til everyone's back on the helicarrier." God, he really had that in his head now, didn't he? "Slow down a little, Clint," Bobbi told him with a bemused smirk, a shake of her head, and slight lift of her eyebrows. "I'll break out the restraints, if that's what it takes. You know I will." Not that far gone and she still wasn't convinced he wouldn't shoot off to go start gathering up Avengers and drawing up charters if she took her eyes off him for half a second. |
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| Hawkeye | Feb 17 2015, 12:47 AM Post #70 |
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I retire for what, like, five minutes and it all goes to shit.
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A squeeze. A shake of the head. That was the limit of Clint's ability to express himself there. Bobbi was probably going to tell Clint he was in denial. That there was no way to know what the future would bring and no sense pretending that the worst could never happen. That he knew damn well how completely and spectacularly things had once fallen apart between them. Right now, he didn't care. He had to make himself believe that anything like the disaster between Luke and JJ couldn't happen to them, no matter what. There would be some hard choices ahead of them. That much he understood. Maybe not as hard as if the war was still going on, but he wasn't exactly clueless about the risks of their lifestyle. If they had to make changes because of that, they'd work something out. He knew what could when parents forgot that, and no matter how good or bad a father he turned out to be, that was one mistake he wasn't ever going to make himself. He couldn't bring himself to think about the other stuff. Didn't even want to put it into words. Maybe later, after he'd had a chance for all of this to fully sink in, he'd be able to deal with thinking about those kinds of choices. God, was this what it had been like for Bobbi during that close call she was talking about? It made it easier to understand why she'd been so freaked out, even if it still scared him to death to think of her in that state. This wasn't something he wanted to try doing without at least some idea of what they were in for. He'd take all the help they could get. No going into this alone for him. Or Bobbi, he was going to bet. "I think blind's the only way anybody goes into this," Bobbi told him with a lopsided smile. Okay, she had a point, but she knew what he meant. "But we've got good friends. I'm hoping they'll throw us a rope if we start looking like we're drowning." Clint smiled a little and touched his forehead against hers. "I hate to think what they might throw at us if they could see us right now," he said, mostly jokingly. They weren't that bad. Not at this particular moment, at least. And they'd figure out how to make this work. No matter what choices they were faced with, as long as Clint remembered that Bobbi was the most important thing in the world to him, he knew they'd make the right ones. "It's not just me now, Sport," Bobbi informed him a little more seriously. "Maybe change that to a we." Yeah, there was that, wasn't there. She gave him a squeeze, like an echo of the one he'd just given her. "Would you believe me if I said that was 'you' in the plural sense?" he asked, giving her his best sincere look. She might not buy it, but he was going to work on getting that 'we' going on in his head effective now. That was another big change, and a whole new world of importance when it came to what Bobbi and their kid meant to him. Another kiss followed that. Half promise, half because they could probably both use it, half just because she was there and he liked kissing her. Sure, that was bad math, but only if you cared about things like numbers. So, that sort of brought Clint to the question of when they should start talking Avengers with the others. As soon as possible? Or maybe let the dust settle for a bit while they focused on other things. He'd be okay with that. Really. As long as they didn't wait too long. Clint was still human, after all. He could only contain himself so much. His wife rolled her eyes at him right before swatting him on the shoulder. "Hey!" he said in mock protest. "We should probably give it at least til everyone's back on the helicarrier." She was smirking. A shake of her head, a lift of her brows. "Slow down a little, Clint, I'll break out the restraints, if that's what it takes. You know I will." Clint held one hand before him in a mild 'I surrender' gesture. "Hey, whoa, let's not go overboard, Babe," he said in what he hoped was an appeasing voice. "I'm not about to run out and start dragging people out here. Promise." ...Maybe the wheels were starting to turn, but that was different. Completely, totally different. And totally harmless. And he couldn't help it. She might actually believe that if he tried talking about something else, though. And one of the things she'd said did bring something to mind. He brought his hand back to her side, trusting she wouldn't slap a tie-down on it, and cocked his head slightly. "Say, where are we going to live, now, anyway?" he asked her. "I mean, this is okay for now, but we can't live on the helicarrier forever." It might feel like a second home to Bobbi, but it wouldn't be more than a month before Clint started going a little stir-crazy. |
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| Mockingbird | Feb 17 2015, 08:46 PM Post #71 |
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This isn't a catfight. It's me kicking your ass.
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It sure as hell felt like they were going into this blind. Maybe that was how everybody felt going into it. You couldn't know what it was going to be like until you knew what it was going to be like. They had friends, though. Good ones. Ones that were family. Maybe if they started looking like they were drowning, somebody'd throw them a proverbial rope. A smile from Clint as he bumped her forehead with is. That had her smiling a little, too. "I hate to think what they might throw at us if they could see us right now," he said, mostly jokingly and Bobbi let out a soft snort of, well, they'd call that agreement anyway. Even if she thought they'd probably given them a lot better reasons to throw whatever came to hand at them over the years. They were used to it. What they weren't used to yet, though, was apparently thinking more plural now. Clint had been so much of her world for so long, but that world was expanding. Fast. It wasn't 'you' anymore. It was 'we'. They should get used to that. "Would you believe me if I said that was 'you' in the plural sense?" he asked, giving her his best sincere look that Bobbi wasn't buying even a little as she raised a skeptical brow his way. Work in progress, though. She could buy that, at least. Still scary as hell, but they'd get used to it. God, she hoped they'd get used to it. Easier to just kiss him back and go ahead and decide they would than think about that too much again right now. Trust that it'd all somehow fall into place like it should. It was getting a little easier to believe that, maybe. Then there he went again, barreling back into the Avengers question with both feet. Bobbi rolled her eyes, couldn't help it, then swatted him on the arm. Jesus. If he kept doing that, he was gonna give her whiplash. "Hey!" but she didn't listen to that any more than she ever did. Maybe he should at least let everybody get back on the helicarrier first? Before he went rushing off to get the band back together? Slow down a little? Maybe take a breath or something? If she had to break out the restraints to stop him from running off and...god knew what - breaking in on Steve and Sharon Carter and maybe getting himself shot came to mind - she'd do it. Clint knew damned well she would. That at least got his attention. For a minute or two, anyway, as he held a hand up in surrender. "Hey, whoa, let's not go overboard, Babe," he said in his 'don't break out the cuffs just yet' voice. "I'm not about to run out and start dragging people out here. Promise." Yeah, color her a little skeptical on that and Bobbi's brows inched their way up her forehead a little more. Mostly not seriously. Mostly. She knew her husband, after all. He at least settled down a little again, though Mockingbird wasn't gonna count on that necessarily holding. "Say, where are we going to live, now, anyway?" he asked her head titling to one side and Bobbi felt her brow crease. "I mean, this is okay for now, but we can't live on the helicarrier forever." Yeah, that was actually a pretty damned good question, wasn't it? Looking up at him thoughtfully and putting aside the idea of needing to break out the handcuffs, rope, and zip ties (for now, anyway), Bobbi shook her head slowly. 'Y'know, I hadn't even thought about that." Probably should. They weren't gonna be able to keep this thing forever and even if they did, Hawk would be throwing himself off the main deck trying to get out of it by the time he'd been cooped up in it very long. "Avengers Mansion's a disaster." The WCA compound wasn't much better. They could be rebuilt. Maybe they would be, but... "I still like the idea of a place of our own, Babe," she told him honestly, brows still drawn together in consideration and hand sliding up over one broad shoulder. "Especially with kids in the picture. That doesn't seem like any better idea now than it was when Julia Carpenter wanted to move her nine year old in with the WCA." Maybe it could've worked, but it seemed like every time they turned around, somebody was showing up on the doorstep to blow the doors off and start a brawl. What the hell would you do with kids in the middle of that? |
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| Hawkeye | Feb 19 2015, 04:30 PM Post #72 |
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I retire for what, like, five minutes and it all goes to shit.
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Hay, hey, hold up, time out, all that good stuff. Nobody needed to drag out restraints. What did Bobbi think Clint was going to do? Run off and start dragging former Avengers back to the helicarrier, kicking and screaming if need be, to get the ball rolling this very instant? Well, okay, maybe she kind of did. She was giving him a look. The one that said all the promises in the world wouldn’t save him if he didn’t settle down a little. Could she blame him? Who wouldn’t be excited about bringing the Avengers back? He could try to reign in his enthusiasm, though, if that’s what she wanted. Something she’d said in all that had even brought to mind another matter they might want to figure out sooner rather than later. Where were they going to stay? If the war was ending, that meant living in ramshackle hideouts was over, too. The helicarrier might be a second home for some, but Clint was definitely not one of them. He could only stay cooped up in this overgrown air submarine for so long before he started looking for an escape. Mock gave her head a slow shake, brows creased in thought. 'Y'know, I hadn't even thought about that." Clint could relate. He wondered how many times both of them were going to say that exact phrase over the next few weeks. Probably a lot. "Avengers Mansion's a disaster." The corner of Clint’s mouth turned down slightly. Just about everywhere was a disaster, it seemed. Of all the great HQs of old, only Four Freedoms Plaza had gone through the past five years relatively unscathed, and only because the new Regime had found it useful. Sure, they could rebuild it along with all the rest. Same with the compound back in LA, but living there like they used to? It just didn’t have the same appeal. He remembered the apartment they had in the city. The one they’d picked out together after deciding that their marriage meant too much not to work at holding it together. They’d invested so much love into that place. For a while, it had been their own sanctuary. A place of hope, until the world had fallen apart around them and Clint found he couldn’t stand to even look at it anymore. "I still like the idea of a place of our own, Babe," Bobbi said. One of her hands moved up his arm to his shoulder. "Especially with kids in the picture. That doesn't seem like any better idea now than it was when Julia Carpenter wanted to move her nine year old in with the WCA." Clint’s face tightened at the mention of that. “If anything, I’d say it’s a worse idea now than it was then.” Those places might have been some of the most secure buildings on the planet, home to some of the most powerful people on the planet, but they were still magnets for every bad guy on the block looking to settle a score or make a name for themselves. Nobody in their right mind would call that a good place for children. “A place of our own sounds good to me, Mock,” he said. “The fence and the big yard and all of it, just like I said yesterday.” Who cared if it was too Norman Rockwell? Actually, that might not be as rhetorical a question as he thought. “If you’d rather give an apartment in the city another go, I’m game for that, too,” he told her. Bobbi might not care for life in the suburbs, after all. Be it Savage or Concrete, she seemed pretty at home in the jungle. Hell, Clint didn’t exactly have a lot of experience himself with that. He just liked the sound of it. The important thing was that it feel like home and that it be a safe place to raise their family. The rest were just details. |
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| Mockingbird | Feb 21 2015, 07:27 PM Post #73 |
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This isn't a catfight. It's me kicking your ass.
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There was something she hadn't got around to thinking about. Or worrying about. Living arrangements. It hadn't so much as crossed her mind. Maybe because being back on the helicarrier was familiar. Maybe because they'd spent the last five years living where ever the hell they could and being ready to leave that at a seconds notice and that just being how things were. Now...well, now it was gonna be different. If Hawk was talking about restarting the Avengers as an official team, it wouldn't be at either of the usual places. Not right now. The WCA compound was a ruin. Avengers Mansion was a complete disaster. As soon as it was out, Bobbi regretted it. Clint's mount started a downward turn at the corners at the reminder. She'd never had the attachment and the memories of that place that he had. There hadn't been time, but it's meant something to him. It'd been a symbol of something for Clint. All the same, Bobbi had to admit that the idea of their own place, out of the middle of all that twenty four/seven still held a hell of a lot of appeal. Especially when there were going to be kids - or at least a kid - in the picture. Call her nuts, but raising kids in the middle of that didn't sound like any better idea now than it had when Julia Carpenter'd decided to move into the WCA with her nine year old daughter. That got another tight expression settling itself on Clint's face and a confused one on Bobbi's. Rachel had been kind of a handful, but even she didn't think she'd been that bad. And Julia'd been so new she didn't know any better. “If anything, I’d say it’s a worse idea now than it was then.” Maybe he had a point. Either way, anything you plastered the big, Avengers 'A' on was gonna be a magnet for trouble. Always had been, always would be. Not somewhere you wanted to try to raise kids. “A place of our own sounds good to me, Mock,” Clint added and, look at that, they were agreeing on something for once. Didn't last long, though. “The fence and the big yard and all of it, just like I said yesterday.” Yesterday? Oh good god, he wasserious about that? The 'burbs? A tract house? A damned picket fence? Had she actually agreed to any've that? Bobbi had the sinking feeling she might've, somehow, in the heat of the moment. A dog. A damned dog, she'd agreed to that, too. Jesus. "Wait, wait. Backup-" she started to protest. “If you’d rather give an apartment in the city another go, I’m game for that, too,” he threw out, just in time to head off the next argument they were about to have over picket fences and shedding dogs (could her husband, who'd know her for years, really see her running around in the damned suburbs?). Mockingbird relaxed again - as much as she could, anyway, when ten thousand new problems that had to do with living arrangements and security and how the hell this was all getting done, too, suddenly sprang into her head - forced her face out of the almost scowl it'd headed toward, and nodded. "And the most high tech security we can come up with." Or that their super-smart, tech powered, weapon inventing friends (not thinking about Tony Stark, hell no) and acquaintances could come up with. The way things looked right now, it might just be the beginnings of a cottage industry. "I don't think I'm ready to join the soccer mom set just yet, Babe," Bobbi added with a pat to his shoulder. "I've always been more at home in the city." Come to think of it, so had he? What the hell was Hawkeye gonna do stuck out in the suburbs? There was only so much barbecuing even he could stand. "I'm thinking something closer to the city," she continued thoughtfully. "Maybe something big." Less an apartment, maybe. More like a whole building. God knew, they didn't want Kang to drop by one day and blow up the neighbors, and that'd give them plenty of room. Even for a dog. |
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| Hawkeye | Feb 23 2015, 12:15 AM Post #74 |
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I retire for what, like, five minutes and it all goes to shit.
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Nothing against Rachel, really. Just... the WCA compound wasn't a nursery. Or a youth center. Whatever comparison made the most sense, it was no place to raise a kid. He and Bobbi had both been against it then, and now, after everything they'd seen? Not a chance. He'd be on edge every minute of the day, waiting for the next inevitable villain attack. Bobbi looked confused at his reaction, making Clint wonder if she'd meant something else. Whatever it was, she kept it to herself, so it probably wasn't anything too important. At any rate, maybe it was about time they started thinking about getting a place of their own again. He liked the sounds of it. A lot. The stuff he'd said yesterday, with the picket fence and the yard and the dog? He could really go for that. Especially the dog. Just as he was starting to relax and warm to the idea, though, he noticed a shift in Bobbi. A look of horrified realization in her eyes and a new tension over her entire body that had Clint rethinking the idea. Okay, maybe.... "Wait, wait. Backup-" Bobbi began, sounding a bit urgent and probably on the verge of saying something that probably would have sent the conversation in an entirely new direction. Was she starting to scowl? ...on second thought, the city life was much more his wife's speed. And even though he'd spent a good chunk of his life living in trailers he had to admit he loved being in the middle of the action himself. He'd be all for living in another apartment if that's what Bobbi wanted. That seemed to ease her down. Maybe. A little. Her face smoothed out and she nodded. "And the most high tech security we can come up with." Good point. Clint nodded eagerly. "Not to mention hidden panels, a remote station, sky cycles, the works." They'd need as much of that as their egghead and gearhead pals could whip up. Clint had a feeling they were all going to be busier than ever. Clint felt another pang as he thought about Nemesis. It was still hard to believe the crazy old genius was gone. "Maybe we could skip the robots, though," Clint added with a slight frown. Nope. Not for a while. And pushing Tony and Hank out of his head. He had much better things to think about right now. Bobbi gave his shoulder a pat. "I don't think I'm ready to join the soccer mom set just yet, Babe, I've always been more at home in the city." Soccer mom? No. No. God, no. Is that what she thought the burbs would do to her? Book clubs and bake sales? Not her. She'd be the same hot, badass, high-adrenaline super-spy no matter where she was. Still, she was right about the city. Hell, maybe he was kidding himself. What was a guy like him going to do in a place like that? "Yeah, me too, I guess," he conceded with a wry grin. "Must be one of those grass is always greener things. I still want the dog, though." It didn't have to be yellow, but still. Nothing soccer mom about that. "I'm thinking something closer to the city," Bobbi said, sounding thoughtful. "Maybe something big." A big place? In the city? Clint arched one brow. "How big are we talking?" he asked, quirking a smile. A very short lived smile as another thought hit him like a bucket of ice water. "How are we going to afford something like that?" he asked, voice growing more frantic. They had nothing. No job. No resources. Who knew how long it was going to take to get the Avengers off the ground. And now they were going to have a baby to take care of. Was he really that unprepared for this? |
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| Mockingbird | Feb 24 2015, 07:57 PM Post #75 |
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A place closer to the city. Whatever Clint thought, the former spy had a suspicion they'd both lose their minds out in the suburbs. She'd grown up in the suburbs. It was how she knew she didn't really want to go back. Security, too. They were going to need that. High tech, all they could come up with or talk their various friends and acquaintance with that sort of leaning into coming up with. From the look of things the last day or so, they probably wouldn't be the only ones. Oh god, and that put a gleam in Hawk's eyes, didn't it? "Not to mention hidden panels, a remote station, sky cycles, the works." Sky cycles? "What-?" Bobbi started to ask, since her better sense, and how damned well she knew her husband, kicked in to stop that question before she could ask it. Of course he wanted hidden panels and damned sky cycles. He was a big kid himself. Jesus. "Nevermind. Just keep in mind we're not building Hawkeye's playhouse, okay, Babe?" she asked, adding a smirk to that. For all the good it would probably do. Secret panels, secret passages, booby trapped floors, sky cycles and probably damned roof mounted laser cannons here they came, probably, if Clint had any hand in it. The best she could probably hope for was to keep it down to a dull roar. "Maybe we could skip the robots, though," Clint added with a slight frown, Bobbi's own blonde brows drawing down at that. If she never saw another robot (aside from Vision, anyway), it might be too soon. She'd seen and fought enough've those to last her a lifetime. "Yeah, I think I can go along with that with that," she told him, hand stroking over his shoulder again. No robots and no suburbs. She wasn't ready to join the soccer mom camp and probably never would be. The city, where the people were, where the never ending hustle and bustle and movement was. Where things happened that didn't involve watching the grass grow. "Yeah, me too, I guess," he conceded with a wry grin. "Must be one of those grass is always greener things. I still want the dog, though." One corner of her mouth curved up. Maybe just the idea of something new and shiny. Neighbors to terrify. All the barbecues he could manage to drag people over to. Well, he could barbecue in the city. On the roof, where ever. She was thinking less apartment than maybe whole building, now that she was giving some real thought. She'd loved that place they'd had in the city, before everything went completely to hell. It'd been theirs in a way nothing else before had. But how long would it've been before some idiot came crashing in, looking for a fight, and blew up some've teh neighbors? Maybe that roof mounted laser cannon wasn't so off the mark after all. As she was thinking about that, one've Clint's brows headed upward. "How big are we talking?" he asked, quirking a smile. One that didn't last very damned long and winked out like blown lightbulb. "How are we going to afford something like that?" he asked and there was the hairy edge of panic. Right back in his voice. "Right now, Sport? No idea," she answered honestly and with a shrug. Hoping the damned panic wasn't catching. She'd had more than her share of that for today. "I'm going on some faith that it'll all get figured out. We're not exactly by ourselves, you know." Hell, the government had seized what any've them actually had so long ago she couldn't even remember what it was. Nobody had a damned thing, kids or no kids. "None've us have had anything of our own to our name to speak of for years now." The kid was coming, whether they were ready or not. She had to believe the people sorting all this out would think've that. Or she'd go nuts worrying about it all at once. |
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