testing.

[antes]

Completely objectively, I'm gonna call this outing abortive at best.

Wake me up when it's over, or when, you know, you eat your hat after losing whatever bet you made that you wouldn't do this.

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[debts]

[ She's stretching out her hand, wiggling her fingers.

Give her that metaphorical twenty bucks for losing the bet, son. ]

[antes]

You know this wasn't, like, my bet, right? Because you can talk to the management if you really want that cash-out.

[debts]

[ Is this the face of someone who cares, Clint Barton. ]

[antes]

[ Well, no.

Flatly: ] You're stonewalling.

[debts]

It's my specialty.

[ Do you want her to pinch you so she can take it from you. ]

[antes]

[ No. Look, you even said it was metaphorical! Unless we're talking about the privilege of being able to gloat, in which case, you really already have it. ]

What, you want my lunch money that badly?

[debts]

I'm feeling lucky.

[ :) ]

[antes]

Like the Google tagline.

[notmonsters]

[A low chuckle.]
You're awful cheery this evening, huh? You're not gonna sleep through this like you do debriefings, are ya?
[You may not be his Hawkeye, but you're still Hawkeye.]

[antes]

I'm thinkin' about it.

[ Timeline differences mean this is a particularly articulate Hulk where Clint is concerned, but he figures it's better not to comment. ]

[notmonsters]

Hey, hey. You just got here.

[Hulk's gonna reach out to give you a nudge now. The Clint he knows is more than used to Hulk-handling... hopefully this one won't freak out or something. However, Hulk's nudges are rather jostling no matter how gentle he's being.]

Don't go to sleep now.

[Better watch out, he WILL manhandle you, Clint. And maybe take you for a thirty-story jump with him. That'll get the adrenaline pumping.]

[antes]

[ Clint doesn't wig out, but he does seem a little surprised, shifting his weight at the bump. ]

What— what? It's not like I'm gonna miss anything.

[ Though, that said, if staying alert means skipping canyon jumping, he'll take it. ]

[thecavalry]

[She holds out a beer.]

Barton.

[antes]

See, now, that's way better as a welcoming party.

[thecavalry]

That's how we roll, isn't it?

My mun pretty much headcanons that as two of the most laconic, lethal agents in SHIELD, we find each other amenable, on and off the field.

I'm inclined to agree.

Besides, there's only maybe a half dozen people I can spar with who are an actual challenge. So.

[jarvisconsole]

Welcome Agent Barton.

[Jarvis at least is in a cordial mood.]

[antes]

Hey, yourself, crackerjack.

[jarvisconsole]

[...crackerjack? Jarvis isn't sure what he means by that but doesn't question it.]

I trust you find yourself well? [At least, his physical scans are coming up clean. Jarvis is quite aware of when Agent Barton was 'recruited' for Loki's side, it helped to be informed ahead of time if that was going to happen again.]

[tessanne]

Hey, who knows, random ideas can be fun.

[Says the random idea.]

[antes]

Sometimes. I'm giving it a pass this time around.

[tessanne]

Well. As a random idea for most of my life, if you ever need anyone to complain to or anything, I'm good for that.

[chaoticnature]

Poor, poor Hawkeye.

I agree, it is a shame that someone would show interest in such a dull individual like yourself.

[antes]

Hey, I'll take dull if it means I'm not being puppeted around like you.

[chaoticnature]

[Low blow, bird boy.]

Are you not a puppet at this very moment? That is the very nature of this place.

[sagittipotent]

You would just sleep right through it.

[antes]

Half of me wants to know why you're not, and the other half is a little offended you think I'm that much of a slob.

[sagittipotent]

I've seen your apartment. It's not so much a matter of thinking as it is one of knowing.

[antes]

Ah— that's subjective.

[ No it isn't, Clint. ]