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bettercallit) wrote2012-04-20 06:19 pm
bettercallit) wrote2012-04-20 06:19 pm
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☎ Call.
✉ Voicemail.
⌨ Text.
✔ Action.
☎ Call.
✉ Voicemail.
⌨ Text.
✔ Action.
[ Bucky knows to find Clint on the roof, because the roof is their spot, and nobody else knows about it. It makes sense, they like being up-high. So that's why he's climbing over the fire-escape, wandering over to the make-shift den and saluting him. ]
Fuck, today sucked. Do you have anything on you?
Fuck, today sucked. Do you have anything on you?
[ He's squashing out the end of a cigarette when Bucky approaches, and he inclines his head, questioning him with his brow alone. But he's got the goods, taking out a baggie with a few roll-ups inside already done, and there's a bottle to the side he picks up.
Shaking them both. ] Pick your poison.
Shaking them both. ] Pick your poison.
[ He picks the bottle, slumping down to sit cross-legged across from Clint. ]
This'll work faster.
This'll work faster.
Y'ever just like, fucking hate everything?
[ Knocking back a slug, holding it out to Clint again. ] I hate everything.
[ Knocking back a slug, holding it out to Clint again. ] I hate everything.
Yes, Clinton, it's a guessing game.
[ He's just going to snag back that bottle again, take another deep gulp. ]
[ He's just going to snag back that bottle again, take another deep gulp. ]
[ Exhaling slowly. ] Everything that could go wrong kinda feels like it is, y’know? Steve’s sister set him up on a date for the dance, and it’s our last night, I guess m’just not dealing too great with that.
[ Clint is humming some tune or other to himself when Phil walks in, and he turns his back on whatever he was doing, not at all looking like a boy who's been caught doing something he probably shouldn't. ]
It wasn't me.
It wasn't me.
Never met the kid, but I know of him. Something happen to him?
[ Lips curling up with amusement, Clint chooses to ignore the way that he flinches from the inside out at the mere mention of the name, but the smile quickly freezes in place, slowly falls away. ]
You're serious about this. [ Glancing from Phil to the living room where his bow is and back. ] Is he a threat?
You're serious about this. [ Glancing from Phil to the living room where his bow is and back. ] Is he a threat?
[ He knew from the delivery of it that he's not joking around, but he was hoping he could avoid this topic entirely.
He steps closer, as if he expects him to jump out any minute. ] As much as I respect your judgement, Coulson, are you sure?
He steps closer, as if he expects him to jump out any minute. ] As much as I respect your judgement, Coulson, are you sure?
I'm not hearing a hundred percent certainty here, sir. [ And this is Phil, a man he's already lost once, he's not really sure he wants to take the chance. ] I'll keep an eye on him.
Always am.
[ He tries to make it sound cheerful enough, bringing out the usual confidence in his abilities. But there's concern written all over his face. ]
You good?
[ He tries to make it sound cheerful enough, bringing out the usual confidence in his abilities. But there's concern written all over his face. ]
You good?
[ Phil nods, shakes his head, nods again. It's a level of shaken he doesn't often show and he shouldn't now, should be holding it together better than this, but it's just made him remember what it felt like to be stabbed, to be dying.
Stepping closer, hand twitching as though he wants to reach out. ] Fine.
Stepping closer, hand twitching as though he wants to reach out. ] Fine.
[ Because it is so out of character, Clint watches, takes note, and he can tell he's as about as comfortable with this as he is himself.
He tries to hide it, but the urge to protect, to shield him the way that he wasn't there to do that day is strong, and he takes a step of his own, as small as it is, hand making contact with his shoulder. ] One wrong move and I show no mercy.
He tries to hide it, but the urge to protect, to shield him the way that he wasn't there to do that day is strong, and he takes a step of his own, as small as it is, hand making contact with his shoulder. ] One wrong move and I show no mercy.
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