nestinghawk:

iamthefirechild:

nestinghawk:

Clint holds out a hand wondering what else there is in your mind. He also thinks if something simple like a dance is all you are going to ask for. “But of course, my lady. Jarvis, can we have some music, please? Can I have this dance, Lady Summer?”

She puts her hand in his as Jarvis finds and plays an old waltz. It’s not quite the right time period, but that’s fine. Waltzes are easy, and the truth is that she’s not sure any of them know truly medieval dances — except maybe Jarvis, who has the internet at his nerve endings, literally. She rests her head against Clint’s shoulder, trying not to think about the fact that Tony may be in danger.

He begins with a simple waltz, glad that it’s not anything else as dancing is not one of his finer talents.

The archer can feel nervousness in the air. A few songs later he hopes to set you at peace and to make his own thoughts quiet down by mentioning, “I’m sure we will hear if there’s trouble. Just say a word anytime if you want me to check and come back though.”

“I’m keeping tabs on him,” she says quietly. Tony’s all bright excitement and and curiosity right now, edged with a little wariness. Her concern is that when things go pearshaped, she won’t be able to get there in time.

“There is no trouble, Mr Barton, Miss Summer,” Jarvis assures them. “Sir’s vitals are steady and he is currently in no danger.”

She’d still feel better if she knew what it was Tony was talking to. She tries to put it out of her mind and keeps dancing with Clint, head on his shoulder. It’s moments like these that she realises she doesn’t give him enough attention.

nestinghawk:

iamthefirechild:

nestinghawk:

The archer takes few steps towards you and caresses your cheek softly before bending down on one knee like a knight. “At your service. I won’t allow any thing to happen to you.”

His hand brings some strands of your hair to his lips for a kiss before falling back down and letting your hair free. “What would you have me do?”

Summer giggled softly. “You’re supposed to stay here and guard me, in case it turns out to be evil or a kidnapper or something.” She touched one of his shoulders, then the other. “I dub you Sir Clint of Summerland.”

Clint rises with a smile after his knighting. “Protecting you will be a honor, a duty I will do gladly.”

“No evil will pass by me, I promise that. Now is there anything you require, lady Summer?” He swears his hand on top of his heart and ends it with a devoted bow.

Her expression gets even more mischievous, but whatever it is she’s thinking, she doesn’t say. There are all kinds of absurd things she could ask for, after all. Instead she gives him a curtsey and asks, “will you dance with me, Sir knight?”

nestinghawk:

iamthefirechild:

nestinghawk:

iamthefirechild:

“Stay put!” she said frantically. “No, an actually effing /giant/ robot. That is talking to Tony. Like it’s sentient, Clint, what the hell is going on!”

Clint switches from one foot to another just like he used to, before doing something rash. “I don’t know what’s going on but I guess that’s what Tony’s going to find out.”

The archer is curious and itching to get outside to see and hear for himself not enjoying being in the dark of things. A sentient robot not made by Tony, that would be the first.

“Will you protect me if it gets in here?” she said in a tiny, pretend-little girl voice. She clasped her hands in front of her and batted her eyelashes at him, trying not to laugh.

The archer takes few steps towards you and caresses your cheek softly before bending down on one knee like a knight. “At your service. I won’t allow any thing to happen to you.”

His hand brings some strands of your hair to his lips for a kiss before falling back down and letting your hair free. “What would you have me do?”

Summer giggled softly. “You’re supposed to stay here and guard me, in case it turns out to be evil or a kidnapper or something.” She touched one of his shoulders, then the other. “I dub you Sir Clint of Summerland.”

nestinghawk:

iamthefirechild:

“Stay put!” she said frantically. “No, an actually effing /giant/ robot. That is talking to Tony. Like it’s sentient, Clint, what the hell is going on!”

Clint switches from one foot to another just like he used to, before doing something rash. “I don’t know what’s going on but I guess that’s what Tony’s going to find out.”

The archer is curious and itching to get outside to see and hear for himself not enjoying being in the dark of things. A sentient robot not made by Tony, that would be the first.

“Will you protect me if it gets in here?” she said in a tiny, pretend-little girl voice. She clasped her hands in front of her and batted her eyelashes at him, trying not to laugh.

nestinghawk:

iamthefirechild:

nestinghawk

“Oy, Clint! Do you have any idea why there’s a giant fucking robot on the roof? Tony’s out there talking to it!”

“A giant robot? It’s not one of Tony’s is it.” Clint wonders for a while glancing towards the ceiling. “Do you want me to go there?”

“Stay put!” she said frantically. “No, an actually effing /giant/ robot. That is talking to Tony. Like it’s sentient, Clint, what the hell is going on!”

nestinghawk

“Oy, Clint! Do you have any idea why there’s a giant fucking robot on the roof? Tony’s out there talking to it!”