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What the Future Will Bring (Ready Or Not); 05/24-early afternoon- (Bobbi, Clint)
Topic Started: Sep 21 2014, 05:53 PM (832 Views)
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Hawkeye’s Playhouse sounded awesome. Although it should really be something for the whole family. Hmm.

Barton’s Big Top. Yeah, he liked that. He’d save that one for later, since right now he’d probably get another smack. In fact, now might be a good time to give her a little reassurance. “Just making sure we’re prepared.” He matched her smirk, which probably wasn’t doing a whole lot to convince her, but she started it. And if she did buy it, he’d probably hear it come back to him the next time someone accused him of being a boy scout.

Worth it.

Oooh, they should probably also have a training room with all the equipment.

No robots, though. He’d had his fill of those, even if there were still good ones out there. Their home could do without. "Yeah, I think I can go along with that with that," Bobbi said, brows drawn in. Her hand stroked lightly over his shoulder and Clint gave her side a gentle squeeze in return.

Maybe she was right about the suburbs, too. He was willing to admit that sometimes he got caught up in the romance of something without being totally prepared for the reality. He still wanted a dog, though. And he’d barbeque every chance he got, no matter where they lived, but Bobbi’d already know that.

The city was fine with him. He liked it there, and it was kind of hard to picture Bobbi anywhere else, unless it was the Savage Lands.

Someplace bigger than their old apartment, though? Well, they were definitely going to need more space with a kid running around, but just how big did she mean? Rent was expensive in the city, after all.

Oh, God.

They had no money. No jobs. Technically they were still wanted fugitives. They couldn’t just run out and drop a down payment on a place. How were they going to afford any of this?

Clint looked to his wife, not quite frantic yet but getting there, desperate for whatever answer she might have. "Right now, Sport? No idea," she said, shrugging. That had Clint’s brows rising in alarm. He pressed his lips tightly together and tried to force himself to keep his breathing steady. Someone had to have an idea."I'm going on some faith that it'll all get figured out. We're not exactly by ourselves, you know."

Yes, that was true, if not entirely comforting. They were all in the same boat, same as always. That had gotten them through a lot. Supporting each other. Passing along tips they’d picked up. But this was an entirely new situation and Clint definitely didn’t like not knowing how it was going to pan out.

"None've us have had anything of our own to our name to speak of for years now."

“Well, yeah,” Clint agreed, hoping Bobbi didn’t notice the faint unsteady edge to his voice. “All part of an underground rebellion, right?”

But babies need stuff. Like food and clothing and diapers and toys and probably a million other things he was forgetting right now.

“Okay,” He said, taking a deep breath. He looked up at the ceiling for a moment, stroking his hand over Bobbi’s hip. “I guess we’ll keep living here until we figure it out, then?” he asked. He wasn’t sure they had a whole lot of options there. “I wonder if there are any jobs out there for former revolutionary Avengers.”

Maybe, but if it came to that, he was going to be a lot more careful about who he worked for. No more getting suckered by places like Cross Tech.
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Hell, how was she supposed to know right now?

Still felt a little too much like she was hanging on by a thread as it was. A little thicker thread, maybe, now than when they'd first got here from down in Ops, but a thread all the same. All Bobbi could manage to tell herself was the same thing she was telling Clint. They weren't by themselves, nobody had a damned thing and hadn't for so long most've them had probably forgot what anything else felt like.

She had enough faith in the people handling this going forward, though, to think that'd change. Things would get worked out. Teams, jobs, funding. Getting the government to hand back over at least some've what they'd seized back when this first started ramping up. Until it got figured out, nobody would be homeless. They'd made it up to now, they'd keep making it.

Wasn't exactly a lotta comfort to her, either, with a kid on the way. Sure as hell wasn't what Bobbi wanted for that kid, but there were other options, too. They wouldn't get it all figured out today, no matter how much it'd make them both feel better if they could.

Not too comforting, she could see that in Clint's face easy enough. Could practically see all the thoughts and ideas and worries flying around in his head (now that he wasn't figuring out how to outfit Hawkeye's Theoretical Playhouse), but god. She was tired of thinking for a while. It's all she'd done for what felt like weeks right now (yeah, it'd only been a couple hours at most, but it still felt like more).

Some things, they were just going to have to take on a little faith, like it or not.

“Well, yeah,” Clint agreed, very slight waver in his voice telling her what she already knew. He didn't like it. Or at least he wasn't too damned comfortable with it. That made both of them. “All part of an underground rebellion, right?”

One that, with any luck, was well on it's way to being over, but she nodded anyway. Slowly, hand still rubbing back and forth over his shoulder. Clint, he might be the run in headfirst type with just about everything, but the kid thing, that'd hit close to home with him in a hell of a lot of ways. He'd want to make damned sure their kids would be okay, taken care of. Why would she ever blame him for that?

“Okay,” He said, taking a deep breath like he was trying to draw in patience along with the oxygen. Looking up at the ceiling, then, and she wondered if he thought there might be some kind of cheat sheet taped up there for this as his hand stroked her hip like a touchstone. “I guess we’ll keep living here until we figure it out, then?” he asked and she nodded again.

"Seems like the best and definitely the safest bet for now," she agreed, watching him and the familiar way she knew his mind worked. Diving into the middle of it and trying to sort it all out from there to the edges. "Especially until we see how the chips fall from here." Everybody probably wasn't even back in yet, this wasn't even anything they could consider 'over' yet. Everything was still up in the air.

“I wonder if there are any jobs out there for former revolutionary Avengers.” Clint mused and Bobbi couldn't help a little smile, or maybe it was a smirk, at that.

"Isn't that how we met?" she asked rhetorically, then let out a slow breath of her own. It wasn't like neither of them had ever done anything else that didn't involve a costume of some kind. Or that they couldn't again. "Seriously, Babe, we've got options." Easy to forget that when they'd been doing this so long, but it was still true. "I can always put all that time I spent in a lab back to work." If not here, then Wakanda or somewhere that kind of thing was in higher demand. Not ideal, maybe, but it'd definitely work, especially short term. "It's not like we both haven't done outside work before, if it's something you're that worried about."

Just as long as Clint didn't decide to sign on with another super-villain this time.

Then, she lifted an eyebrow and added, because she damned well couldn't help it, "If all else fails, I hear the strip club's vacant these days."
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By now they were used to having nothing. All of them. It was war and that was just a part of it. Most of the time Clint hadn't even thought about it. They'd been creative, they'd gotten by, and when survival was a priority, focusing on things like that just didn't seem like a priority. But the war was probably going to end soon, and they had a kid on the way, so Clint was thinking about it now. A lot.

Clint wanted to agree that this was something they’d just have to go on faith, but he was having a hard time being comfortable with that. Babies needed things. A whole bunch of things. He didn’t want theirs to do without a single one of them.

The baby wouldn’t be there for a while yet, though. Maybe things would change before them, depending on what they figure out and how much government red tape they had to deal with. For the moment it looked like they’d just keep living on the helicarrier. But only as long as they absolutely had to.

"Seems like the best and definitely the safest bet for now," Bobbi agreed. "Especially until we see how the chips fall from here."

Yes, there was no forgetting that, was there? No way of knowing what else was going to happen or how things would look in the next hour or so, and that made Clint just as nervous as everything else. Especially with Jen and Simon still out there. Everyone from Jan’s team. Steve. The list went on and on and anything could happen. He’d be on pins and needles until it all really was well and truly over.

As for what they’d do after that, maybe he could freelance. Assuming there was a market out there for Avengers who’d spent the past few years on America’s Most Wanted list.

Bobbi seemed to almost smirk at the thought. "Isn't that how we met?" she asked, and Clint couldn’t help a brief, soft chuckle at that. Kind of, yeah. A slow breath followed the questions and she added, "Seriously, Babe, we've got options. I can always put all that time I spent in a lab back to work. It's not like we both haven't done outside work before, if it's something you're that worried about."

She did have a point, there. They both had skills that didn’t depend on putting on a costume or cracking skulls. Hopefully it wouldn’t be hard to find people willing to hire them, but that was a bridge he was willing to wait until they got to before trying to cross. “Okay, but if I have to be Corporate Security Merc again, I’d rather it be for someone like Candy than Frost.” Or any flat out bad guys. He was really tired of being the poster boy for getting suckered by bad guys.

Alright, maybe he was working on that bridge a little early. So sue him.

One of Bobbi’s brows climbed a little higher, and Clint focused back on her. What was she up to now? "If all else fails, I hear the strip club's vacant these days."

Clint’s brows both shot up in surprise. “Seriously?” he blurted out, not quite sure he’d heard her correctly. Still, she could have something there. A slow, crooked smile spread over his lips and he gave his shoulders a shrug. “It’s worth considering,” he said. Then his brows drew in as another thought occurred to him. “What about the st-people who still work there?” he asked, correcting himself at the last minute. Couldn’t discount the cooks and bartenders and bouncers and all the rest, right? “We wouldn’t just put them out on the street, would we?”

It wouldn’t be right. They depended on those jobs, and it wasn’t their fault Gambit and Rogue had chosen it to be their hideout.
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Freelancing? Yeah, that sounded familiar. In fact, it was how they'd met in the first place, so the smirk on her face shouldn't be a surprise.

Clint, yeah, he was trying to panic again, wasn't he, but Bobbi wasn't sure she had any panic left in her at this point. Later, hell yes, she'd have some more. Right now, though, she felt like she'd hit overload and temporarily, at least, shorted out the parts that controlled that. Not that the worry wasn't still there, but all she could do about it was pile it up in a corner somewhere in her head and tell herself she'd break it down into manageable, bite sized chunks later.

It didn't hurt that she knew they at least had options. Experience, a degree or two, skills that would be in demand somewhere, still, if not necessarily here right now. Not ideal, but they'd make do if it came to that.

Something in that must've made its way through her husband's generally loveable but sometimes (especially when he was gearing up for full steam ahead) thick skull and whatever panic level he was working himself up to now. “Okay, but if I have to be Corporate Security Merc again, I’d rather it be for someone like Candy than Frost.” Yeah, well, wouldn't they all?

"Don't think that'll be a problem, Sport," she agreed, still feeling that tension leech out of her muscles by degrees. God, she was gonna be tied up in knots for days. "They've gotta have corporations first for that to happen either way." And, like everybody else in this outfit that'd had anything like that when all this went down, the government had seized all of it they could get their hands on and dismantled most've it. Or sold it off outright.

Of course, there was another option if Hawk was so worried about what to do right now. Last she'd heard, the strip club was vacant these days.

Well, that got his attention.

“Seriously?” he blurted out, brows shooting up toward his hairline and following that with a lopsided smile and a shrug of his shoulders that had Bobbi rolling her eyes. “It’s worth considering,” he said. Oh, Jesus. Really? “What about the st-people who still work there?” he kept going as she leveled a look his way. And tried to decide whether to make an issue of why he was worried about unemployed strippers or not. “We wouldn’t just put them out on the street, would we?”

If she could've multiplied that look she was already sending, she'd have given it a try. "What would you want us to do with the strippers, Clint?" she asked, one brow leading the way up her forehead and the other thinking about following it. "And you might wanna take a second to think about that before you answer," Bobbi warned. Maybe seriously. Maybe not. She was still working on which way to go with that.
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Maybe Clint was worrying too much about how they were going to make a living. As long as their records weren't an issue, Bobbi would probably land a job in nothing flat. There had to be all kinds of demand out there for that big brain of hers.

Clint probably wouldn't do so badly himself. Like Bobbi said, that's how they'd first met. That kind of work wouldn't exactly be his first choice, but he had to admit, he was good at it, and it paid well. He just needed to do a better job of choosing employers. No bad guys. Not even people like Frost, who were probably just waiting to swoop in and exploit the new economy.

"Don't think that'll be a problem, Sport," Bobbi told him, and it felt like she was starting to relax a little. He should probably work on that himself. "They've gotta have corporations first for that to happen either way."

No kidding. It might take even longer for them to get that back than it would to work out everything with the Avengers

Then Bobbi had to go and throw him for a loop by suggesting they live in the strip club. What, really? That was nowhere close to what he'd been thinking, and kind of the polar opposite of a place in the 'burbs with a white picket fence.

Still, if that was what she wanted, he supposed they could think about it, at least. Although there were some inherent problems with that. Like the strippers. Er- the employees. He hadn't quite slipped that past her, unfortunately. His wife was giving him a look that promised trouble was coming his way. Too late to back out, now. He just had to go on and make sure she wasn't thinking of turning them out on the street.

That didn't seem very fair. People had to work, right?

'Trouble' was not going away on Bobbi's face. There seemed to be even more of it in her eyes. "What would you want us to do with the strippers, Clint?" she asked.

Shit.

Major loaded question. Or trick question. Or whatever. He was on thin ice right now, was the thing.

One of Bobbi's brows nearly vanished behind her hair, and the other looked like it was teetering. "And you might wanna take a second to think about that before you answer,"

'Nothing' was the answer his gut wanted to make. He wanted them to do absolutely nothing with the strippers. Which was kind of the problem he saw with living under a strip club.

But Bobbi told him to take a second, so he did, furrowing his brow and scrunching up his nose. Nope, still not finding a way to peacefully coexist with strippers without Bobbi eventually deciding to kill him.

Clint's brows knit even tighter as he focused back on that dangerous look in Bobbi's eyes. "You were kidding about moving into the strip club, weren't you?" he declared. "Babe, I asked if you were serious. You're supposed to tell me you aren't when I do that." Or at least something really sarcastic. "Right now, I'd probably agree to a wing in Dr. Doom's castle if he offered one to us."

It was definitely not fair of her to mess with him like that when he was this close to the edge of freaking out.
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What...would they do with the strippers?

Better yet, why was her husband - her big, blonde, blue eyed, prone to putting his foot right in his mouth in ways that never, ever ceased to amaze her husband - worrying about what they'd do with the strippers? If, for some reason, she was actually serious about moving into the damned strip club to begin with. Which she wasn't, but that seemed to have sailed right by Clint. While he was busy worrying about unemployed strippers.

Maybe, just maybe, Hawk wanted to back up a little. Maybe take an extra second or two, maybe even a whole minute, to think about that. Before he answered. While she took that same time to figure out just how she was leaning on this one. Amused? Irritated? Completely confused?

She could flip a coin, maybe. While Clint was trying to sort that one out, brow furrowed and nose crinkled like this how to answer the question of what he thought they should do with the strippers was on the same level of solving an atomic equation.

"You were kidding about moving into the strip club, weren't you?" he declared finally, after some fairly impressive facial contortions. Amusement almost won then. At least enough to bring out a smirk as Bobbi nodded slowly. Yes. Yes, she had been kidding. "Babe, I asked if you were serious. You're supposed to tell me you aren't when I do that." Oh for gods-

Her eyes were already rolling around toward the ceiling, even if she already knew there wouldn't be any help for this up there anywhere, by the time he got to the rest. "Right now, I'd probably agree to a wing in Dr. Doom's castle if he offered one to us."

"Don't get crazy on me, Sport," she told him dryly, then shook her head and more smiled than smirked, though there was still a hint of that, too. "And excuse me all to hell for not being clear that I wasn't serious about living with the strippers." Jesus. All these years, you'd think that was something he'd have worked out for himself by now. Maybe they needed some damned hand signals or something.

They were both losing their minds.

"God," Bobbi said, for lack of anything else to do this justice, then shook her head again and moved on to what was mostly an amused smile, one eyebrow still cocked up. "Come here," she told him, then pulled him down to kiss him, because she didn't know what the hell else to do with this and, right now, that seemed like one've the better options.
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What kind of a question was that?

A dangerous one. Mock hadn't quite tipped over to angry just yet, but that warning just about screamed that all it would take was the slightest excuse. So yeah, Clint took a little time to think about it, even though he didn't expect his answer to change.

Clint had nothing against strippers (literally no part of him, and that wasn't going to change in the future) but he really didn't want to live with them. He didn't want to raise their children in a place where strippers worked. He also didn't want to just kick everyone out. They had lives, too. So why would Bobbi even suggest-

Heyyyyy.

Damn it, she had been kidding, hadn't she? She knew she couldn't go springing things like that on him at a time like this. He was bound to take almost anything seriously.

What started out as a smirk became a full eyeroll. Well excuse him for going along with her suggestion before remembering there'd be strippers in the strip club. He wasn't exactly thinking straight at the moment. And he'd asked if she was serious, hadn't he? He'd probably agree to anything. Even living with Dr. Doom.

"Don't get crazy on me, Sport," Bobbi deadpanned. A little late for that, wasn't it? Her smile was coming back, though, even if there was still some smirking going on. "And excuse me all to hell for not being clear that I wasn't serious about living with the strippers."

Argh!

"God," Bobbi said, then, apparently at just as much of a loss for something to say as he was. She gave her head a shake and cocked one eyebrow. "Come here," she finally told him, and pulled him toward her to press her lips against his.

Well, okay then. This was at least familiar territory, and Clint easily sank into the kiss, tightening his arms around his wife. A little more of his frantic tension ebbed away. At this rate they might have to just kiss each other senseless to get through this pregnancy. If so, he imagined there were worse ways to handle it.

Clint gently rolled Bobbi onto her back and broke the kiss, lifting his head slightly to look down at her. God, he loved her. “Okay,” he said with a slightly lopsided smile. “How about no more trying to plan for the future until we see how today plays out?”

It seemed like a good plan to him, and probably their best option right now for avoiding more misunderstandings involving strippers.
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Oh for god's-

Yeah, not even thinking about Dr. Doom right now. And excuse her all to hell for not being clear enough that she didn't really want to live with the strippers. Jesus.

Bobbi wondered briefly if Hawk might not be the one losing their damned mind the worst here after all. It was all a matter of degrees at this point, though. Pretty sure they'd both lost their damned minds somewhere in the last half hour or so.

God.

Caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement, all the former Avenger could do was shake her head and fall back on the one thing she was confident enough that neither one of them could actually misunderstand. Mostly because it didn't involve trying to talk. Pulling Clint toward her, she kissed him.

It didn't really fix anything, exactly, but it made them both shut up and stop thinking at a thousand miles an hour for a little bit. This part, it'd never been hard for them at least and Bobbi let that be her last thought before she just concentrated on kissing her husband as he tightened his arms around her. Easy to let it just be the two of them for that space of time while it got a little easier to breathe again.

Clint rolled them over and she could feel some of the tension run out of his shoulders and back. Then he was looking down at her and she couldn't help but smile up at him. Not bemused, now, just a normal smile. Love of her life. Even when she sometimes wondered what the hell got into his head.

“Okay,” he said with a slightly lopsided smile as she got on with that breathing. In and out as she brushed her hand along his broad back. “How about no more trying to plan for the future until we see how today plays out?”

If they didn't wanna self-destruct before they even got back out of the room, yeah. That was probably the way to go.

"I don't think that's the worst idea I've ever heard," Bobbi agreed, exhaling again and letting a little more of the tension and worry and things swirling around in her head go with the breath. "I sure as hell don't feel like fighting about it right now." Not that she wouldn't anyway, but not exactly the way she'd pictured all this playing out.

Then again, not exactly the way she'd pictured any've this, period. But they'd never done any've it the normal way, had they?
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Didn't matter if they were fighting or losing their minds or both, Clint could always make time for kissing Bobbi. Maybe even espeically at times like that. If they could solve all their problems with kissing, they probably wouldn't have any problems.

Nothing was that simple, of course, but it was still a great way to put a stop to some of the excess tension Clint had going on. To make room for a little much-needed sanity and give him a chance to focus on what was important. And Bobbi was always going to be right in the center of that. He might not get her more than four times in ten, but his heart never worried about that.

The kiss took a little of their breaths away, not that he was going to complain. He was more interested in smiling down at his wife as her fingers brushed against his back. Just taking it easy. That was probably the best thing right now, with them taking turns on the verge of hyperventilating.

Maybe they were better off if they held off for a bit on planning for the future. At least until they had a better idea of what things looked like after today. There was a lot going on, and the slightest thing could easily change whatever they might think of trying to do. No sense trying to get ahead of it.

They might also be able to have the discussion with only a few misunderstandings.

"I don't think that's the worst idea I've ever heard," his wife said, letting out a breath. Probably not even the worst idea she'd heard in the last two minutes, but Clint would be happy to just forget that whole conversation if that option presented itself. He could feel Bobbi starting to relax with that breath.

"I sure as hell don't feel like fighting about it right now."

"Same here," Clint agreed. "Sorry, Babe." It was the one of the last things he wanted right now. Sometimes it just happened, but this was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of their lives. And it was. Absolutely. They might not have expected it quite so soon, but it was still what they wanted. Why add fighting when they already had moments of panic to ward off?

Clint slid a hand up to her cheek and smiled lovingly. "Anything come to mind that you do feel like doing right now?" he asked, his smile quirking up slightly.

If not, he might be able to offer a suggestion or two.
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Just leaving it all be for not, it wasn't even close to the worst idea she'd ever heard. Or even close to the worst idea she'd heard in the last half hour. That still went to Clint and his 'but what about the strippers' mini-tangent.

She loved him. She really did. Even when he made her serious consider strangling him. At least a little bit.

For once, though, she didn't feel like fighting about it. Or even thinking about it too much anymore right now. Not that it'd stop her on either count, but if they could head that off by just leaving it alone for a while, Bobbi was all for that. Give them a little time to catch their breath, maybe.

Or gather back up the mental faculties she was gonna need to go back out that door and face the rest've the day. At least that wasn't looking as impossible as it had a half-hour or so ago.

"Same here," Clint agreed. "Sorry, Babe."

Bobbi smiled up at him and gave her head a shake. "S'okay, Sport. We'll put it on the list to fight about later," she teased. Mostly. If it wasn't that, they'd come up with something else. They always did. It was part've their charm. Or that was their story, anyway.

Then Clint was looking down at her and smiling that smile that somehow always made things a little more all right, even when she did want to strangle him. His palm settled against her cheek, warm and light, and she reached up to cover it with her own hand. "Anything come to mind that you do feel like doing right now?" he asked, his smile quirking up slightly and there she went, rolling her eyes again.

Mostly affectionately, this time. Or all affectionately. He'd always been able to catch her off guard that way and she let out a soft chuckle. "Something that doesn't involve you running off to write up charters or help out homeless strippers," she quipped, lightly stroking her fingers along the back of his hand. "I think we could use a little time to let all this sink in," Bobbi added, lifting her eyebrows his way a little again. "What about you?"

Not that she really had to ask, she could practically see what he was thinking. Good to know panic hadn't completely short circuited his brain.
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This was probably a good time for Clint to say he was sorry.

And he was, for what that was worth. What were they even doing talking about poor, defenseless strippers at a time like this, much less fighting about it? He'd really rather focus on other things.

The smile that appeared on Bobbi's face had Clint's heart pounding. That kind of smile on her always had that effect on him. "S'okay, Sport. We'll put it on the list to fight about later," she said in a teasing voice, shaking her head.

Clint chuckled slightly. Sometimes it was less like a list and one of those bingo cages where they never knew what was going to spring up on them. Which was one of the reasons he knew he'd be pushing his luck if he asked if they could just pretend it never happened.

This was better. Holding Bobbi like this made things more like they should be. Her hand moved to cover the one he'd placed on her cheek. He had to ask, looking at her like this, if there was anything coming to mind she would like to do. Certain things did come to mind.

Bobbi rolled her eyes, but there was a lot of fondness in there. She chuckled softly. "Something that doesn't involve you running off to write up charters or help out homeless strippers," she said, fingers stroking the back of his hand.

"I think we can manage that," Clint agreed, tilting his head slightly.

"I think we could use a little time to let all this sink in," Bobbi added, lifting her eyebrows his way a little again. "What about you?"

Clint nodded. Maybe time would help. He wasn't sure how much it would take, since Bobbi'd had a big head start on him. One thing he was sure about was they couldn't rush it. "I think it couldn't hurt to have a few distractions until then," he said, and dipped his head down for another deep kiss.
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It was all right. They could always fight about it later. Hell, they probably would fight about it later. If it wasn't that, it would be something else, but right now fighting was the last thing she wanted to do.

Rolling her eyes, that Bobbi could do, and did, as Clint chuckled, the sound warm and deep and no panic now. Probably not room for it, with what she suspected was running through his head right now. So she added her own chuckle into the mix.

As long as it wasn't something that involved him running out the door to start writing up charters to restart the Avengers right now, or lending a helping hand (or anything else) to poor, homeless strippers, she could probably go along with it.

Loved him like crazy, even when she wanted to strangle him or hit him upside the head. Always had. From about the time he'd passed out in her apartment in the middle of her abridged life story the day after they met to right now. Always would.

He'd accused her of ruining his life then, but now he was just smiling that lop-sided smile that worked its way into her chest and had her smiling back at him.

"I think we can manage that," Clint agreed, tilting his head slightly as her fingers stroked along the back of his hand, warm and familiar against her cheek. A little time to let it all finish sinking in, without one or both of them bouncing off the walls, Bobbi thought they could both use that.

Maybe they hadn't got to enjoy the finding out the way she'd wished they had - and that was her own fault, but she still wasn't sure she could've sat things out today - but maybe they could do that now. Take a few minutes to be happy about this - about something they both wanted, whether it'd happened on their timetable or not - without rushing off to do two dozen other things.

Clint nodded, at least, so maybe she wouldn't have to make a flying tackle to keep him from running out the door after all. "I think it couldn't hurt to have a few distractions until then," he said, and dipped his head down, kissing her the way he always kissed her. Full steam ahead, nothing held back. Everything right there in the accustomed warmth of his lips and the familiar press of his body.

Palm against his back and fingers splayed, she let that kiss overpower everything else. Shift it away and out of her head for now. That was easy. Had always been easy. They might not always be working on the same wavelength on a lot of things, but this wasn't one thing where they'd always meshed.

Hawk could still make her feel like a teenager on prom night and Bobbi deepened that kiss a little more. Pressed against his back with her hand, urging him closer. Bent one leg until her thigh was against his hip. God, she loved the way he fit against her, all lean, hard muscle that she could feel tense and bunch with every move he made.

"A few distractions?" she asked with half a smirk as she broke the kiss and pulled back a little, "That's pretty ambitious, Babe."
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Yeah, Clint was pretty sure he could handle not running off and leaving Bobbi alone in their room. She didn’t have to worry about him going anywhere. Al least for a good while, yet. Charters could wait and the less either of them had anything to do with innocent (or even not-so-innocent) strippers the better.

They had a lot to process, still, and could both use some time to absorb everything without making them feel like a leaf caught in a wind turbine. Bobbi was okay, and here with him, and she was pregnant.

God. Pregnant. He never would have expected it so soon, or to hear it like this, but it wasn’t the first time they found out what they’d plunged head-first into something and had to figure it out as they went. Panic and worry and all the rest had faded to the background, making Clint all the more away of the giddy joy that had also been there, quietly humming around from the moment he’d processed Bobbi’s announcement.

That hum became a full blown chorus as he kissed her with complete abandon, nothing held back. He loved her with all his heart and had since the moment she walked into his life and turned it upside-down, even if it had taken a bit of hearing loss and her chasing him down for him to realize it.

Mock’s lips, soft and warm, responded in kind while her hand pressed against his back urging him closer. The kiss deepened and she moved one leg up to his thigh, one of her favorite ways to kiss him. His, too. His hand slid down to her waist and up her outer thigh. Their bodies molded perfectly together, every press and shift radiating a perfect, gentle friction.

After a long moment, but still feeling like not quite long enough, Bobbi pulled back from the kiss and smirked up at him. "A few distractions?" she said. "That's pretty ambitious, Babe."

Clint smiled playfully down at her and gave her a wink. “Ambition’s my middle name, Babe.” Pushing himself up slightly, he took hold of the smooth Wakandan fabric of his stealth suit top and pulled it off over his head, leaving his chest bare. It was good to get rid of it. After Fort Knox, Limbo and DC, he was ready to put it away, and he was definitely wearing too much clothing right now anyway.

His smile grew full and he tossed the top aside and looked back down at his wife, his blonde hair slightly disheveled. Moving back down, he pressed his lips to hers for another kiss. He reached down for her top tugging at the waist to loosen it. She was also wearing too much, in his opinion. Time they did something about that. As much-needed distractions went, it was a pretty good start.
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From 'I've started to like you the past couple of days' before Crossfire forced them to try to kill each other, to married a week later, to the West Coast Avengers and everything that happened there - good and bad - to everything going to hell before they knew what was happening, to right now. All through all of that, this had never changed. Not from that first kiss they thought might be the last one, too, to this one that felt like it was just the start of something completely new in a lot of ways.

It still curled her toes, made her forget everything else in one, electric second. All it took. All it'd ever taken. There were other things they might have a hard time with, this wasn't one've them. Never had been.

Loved him like she'd never loved anybody else. Couldn't imagine loving anybody else. That part'd always been easy, the way it was easy now. To give in to that as one big, strong hand drew a path down her side, to her waist, then followed the curve of her hip and leg. Her hips pressed up in response, finding that fit she knew was waiting for her, right there against him.

Broke the kiss long enough to smirk up at her definitely hot, pretty damned ambitious husband, if he was working on a few distractions. Especially in the window of time they were probably looking at.

The smile on Clint's face was one she didn't see anything like enough anymore. Boyish and carefree and making him look like Bobbi imagined he must've as a teenager as he winked at her. Like their kid might look one day, years from now. “Ambition’s my middle name, Babe.”

Just like that, there went the top half of his stealth suit and that smile got wider, looking even younger, then, with his hair tousled. Her own smile followed right along and Bobbi was still smiling when she met him for the next kiss, hands running over his bare back, then giving that, and the kiss, up with a laugh she wouldn't have believed she could've managed half an hour ago to help Clint get her suit top off, too.

He was determined enough, she could tell it was coming off one way or another and that was another thing they could agree on right now.

[Fade out and continued for Bobbi and Clint probably in the get together for Steve when that gets started.]
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