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“Hey, our common friend the coffee monster told me to come and talk with you.” Clint chuckles and sits down.

nestinghawk:

iamthefirechild:

“Oh yeah? Were there specifics? Did you leave him with plenty of caffeine?” Summer glances up from her laptop, grinning. “Or is this him doing that thing where he’s afraid he’ll screw it up if he tries to … make his friends be friends?”

“I just called him genius and mentioned that I wouldn’t want to get between him and his coffee. Don’t know, I would like to know you better though, both of you.  I didn’t leave any coffee actually. damn. What’s his favorite brand? ” Clint’s planning on dropping by the shop before going back to bother him. 

“You might need to go a bit farther afield than the corner shop, honey,” Summer teases. “Tony gets Kona coffee delivered from Hawai’i every couple of months.” She closes the screen down and folds her hands under her chin. “So what do you want to know that you can’t find in the SHIELD files?”

♟ for something my muse admires

Summer admires honesty. What comes so naturally to her, she knows, isn’t natural to most people — especially not the people she tends to associate with the most. The courage and deep knowledge it takes to be completely honest, knowing that it’s a double-edged sword, is something she values deeply in people.

Shipped with ALL the Clints.

ALL the Clints? I don’t even know more than … three? I think? Hell, now I have to go through my follow list and even find which ones I follow.

Nonnie, I think you really have to be more specific!

“I am not going to just randomly kiss Clint Bartons.”

You randomly kiss Tony Starks.

“I — uh — well — um.”

You’ve just had a crush on Tony Stark for ages. Yeah.

“There’s that Clint who’s been flirting with Gadget … “

Shoo, then.