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Sure I could pick up a fireman's uniform around here some place while I'm at it.

[ But the vomit factor makes even him scrunch up his nose. Seeing her begin to undress, he leans over into the shower and turns on the water to run the cold out. He disappears after that, returning a couple of minutes later with something clean for her to put on and a fresh towel. ]

Please do we can work that into a roleplaying fantasy at some point when I don't feel like I'm dying.

[There you go have fun with that. In the mean time, she's going to get out of her clothes albeit slowly, thankful that he got the water started while she does. One less thing for her to have to do.

She's already getting into the shower when he returns, probably giving him a brief glimpse of her before vanishing behind the curtain.]

'Cause that's what you need right now, a training session on being covert and professional around a sexy fireman.

[ He shakes his head, fondly, and tries not to think too much on whether or not she's winding him up. Sometimes it's hard to tell.

He's seen other agents naked before, including the Natasha from his world, it's a hazard of the job, but never her, and somehow he finds himself averting his eyes out of respect for her privacy.

Calling out over the water once she's in. ] Got a towel and clothes here whenever you're done. Shout if you need anything.

[She might be winding him up. She might not, at this point she isn't even sure any more. It's almost as automatic as breathing. Teasing back and forth between them, because that's a healthy way to deal with what they want, but aren't ready to admit right?

She's standing under the spray, a hand braced against the wall, just letting the warm water fall over her. She smiles faintly, it might even be reflected in her tone when she calls back.] Thank you.

[She washes her hair, then herself and cleans her face once she's all rinsed off, she takes another few long moments to stand under the spray before reaching to turn off the water and hold her hand out for the towel.] I think I'm done. Let me get the towel around me, I may need a hand getting back out.

Yeah, sure. [ But she probably can't hear him over the water, the words mumbled as hunts for a spot to perch upon while he waits. ] Make me dinner sometime, we'll call it even.

[ He's sitting on top of the toilet tank, feet on the lid, because he can't sit like normal people, flicking through his device to see if he missed anything interesting. ]

[She's wrapped up in the towel when she pushes the curtain back, looking at least marginally better than she had before she went in.

Funnily enough seeing him sitting like that isn't at all a surprise. But she pauses for a moment giving him a little hint of a smile and a mildly helpless look. She might look a little better, but she's still not sure of herself.]

Make you dinner as in I'm the one who makes the call for take out the next time? If so then, you've got yourself a deal.

[ He sits a little straight as she steps out, ready to jump up and rush over if she needs a crutch to lean against. ]

You know how long it takes me to choose. They're all so good. [ Jumping down, now, and landing a little away, he throws an arm around her back and encourages her to the door. ] Someone's got to sort me out.

You do take forever... one of these days we're going to starve to death.

[She appreciates him, she really does.. she should do a better job of being sure he knows that. She's also going to try not to lean to heavily against him, but she can't stop the ripple of goosebumps that raise along the space where his arm touches her shoulder, and his skin touches hers where they're pressed together.]

That's a full-time job in itself.

We're SHIELD trained, we'll get by.

[ He easily mistakes the reaction to her stepping out from beneath the warm spray of the shower to the cool air beyond, and, really, he should switch the heating on.

But first thing's first, Clint grabs the clothes and continues on, helping her back to his bedroom. ]

You saying I'm hard work?

Of course we do.

[She wouldn't argue with the heater. For now she's content to soak up what she can get from the physical contact.

Thanks for that, she just wants to get back into bed, she forgot all about the clothes. She lets him usher back to the room without complaint or resistance.]

That is exactly what I'm saying. [But there's a smile in there though.] But I wouldn't trade you for anything.

[ He takes up to the edge of the bed, straightens the cover a bit around her and pulls it back. ]

No wonder no one sticks 'round, I gotta start paying you. [ He flashes a grin, puts the pile next to her. ] Need anything else? 'Cause when I'm down, I'm staying down.

[She chuckles softly.] Maybe we'll work out something. [Looks at the clothes and shakes her head.] I think I'm alright hopefully after a little more rest I'll be okay and won't have to bug you too much.

Yeah, 'cause you're really bugging me now.

[ Rolling his eyes, he goes around to the other side of the bed and flops down, crossing ankle over the other and resting his hands up behind his head. ] It's not like there's anything else to do today.

I'm a totally bother.

[She waits until he's settled before getting slowly removing the towel and to get her clothes on. She dries her hair a bit more before she settles back onto the bed.]

I hope... there's nothing else today.

Curse?

[ The corner of his mouth twists upwards. ] Kinda sure this's it. Everyone who drank themselves silly last night? Are paying for it this morning. For the first time, I'm glad I decided to be a loner.

Of course it is.. [She groans, why else would she feel like this? It's never been an issue before.] Try to have a little fun...I hate this place.

You've gotta play them at their own game. [ But don't ask how because he's still working on that one. ]

It'll be over soon. Sleep it off longer, get some food in you. You'll be back to kicking ass before you know it.

[She's just going to scoot over closer to him and curl against him now.. she hates that she feels clammy and gross even though she's showered.] I'll keep that in mind.

[She nods, sighing and nuzzling more comfortably.] More sleep, then food... Okay.

[ He nods as if to confirm this, encouraging it, and absently runs his fingers through her now damp hair. ]

And this should teach you to take me with you next time you go out on the town.

[She hums a soft content sound resting against him with an arm across his chest, her fingers stroking long strokes across his ribs.]

That might have made the sex I had afterward awkward.

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[ Not that she can see, curled against his side, but he makes a face at that; he loves her, he does, but he doesn't love her enough to want details. Or to watch her with anyone else. Unless they end up in a body bag. ]

Yeah, awkward doesn't even cover what that would've been. But, hey, I could drop you off and pick you up. It'd be like playing broken families.

[She was teasing, she hadn't meant it to be more than a joke really, but she feels him tense a little under her and she lets out a slow sigh..]

We'll just have to see how things go next time.

Next time. [ He's not asking or questioning, but he is pondering; he's not jealous, if she's going out and enjoying herself then it's none of his business, and if anything he's happy for her. If it weren't for the curse of the hangover, she would be able to take care of herself too. ] Maybe we should create a path through the apartment, make sure there's nothing to stumble over.

Next time... [She hums back quietly, she likes having him take care of her, more than she'd like to admit really. He's been there more than anyone when she's needed to be picked up and set right after one of these damn curses. They've been there for each other.]

That shouldn't be a problem. I don't plan on letting this specific thing happen again.

And here I thought the fun of it was worth a little pain.

[ His smirk is teasing, because, well, before the hangover really set in, she did say she had fun. ] Let's see how you feel when the hangover wears off.

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