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Post-battle adrenaline was always ridiculously high — especially when the battle in question centred around the Tower. Loki had already dragged Tony off by the simple expedient of teleportation, so Summer wasn’t completely surprised when Clint grabbed her wrists and backed her up against a wall. She just laughed, a little wildly, and broke out of his grip to put her arms around his neck and meet him halfway for a kiss.
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*noogies Clintmun* I wondered when you’d show up ^^ Love you too.
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It was hard to sneak up on Summer, especially in the Tower where Jarvis kept an eye on everything. So when Clint stepped into the shower, she just grinned at him, long fingers working shampoo through her hair. “Can I help you?” she asked archly while she twisted up the sudsy strands on the back of her head to keep the soap from rinsing out too soon.
“Hey, our common friend the coffee monster told me to come and talk with you.” Clint chuckles and sits down.
“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?”
The archer thinks he hears you growling but can’t be sure of it and wonders if he did something wrong. He can’t figure it out though, as he was only being a gentleman giving his jacket to you when he thought you were cold.
You pulling his hand breaks him out of his thoughts and he hurries after you smiling, as he decides to just ask you about it later. “Are we in a hurry?”
“No, we’re having fun,” she says breathlessly over her shoulder, laughing in the cold. The wind catches at her breath and freezes in her nose, and it hurts but in a good way, in the kind of way that makes you yelp with laughter. She hardly waits for the stoplight to change before she’s darting across the street to the park proper, making a beeline for a little food stand with a few people milling around in front of it.
“The skating rinks are farther along but I think I was promised hot chocolate.”
Clint laughs with you glad that you’re enjoying yourself, not many would think his company being fun. He sprints after you on the stop light. On the other side he lifts you up and spins you around before setting you back down so you can get to the stand nearby. “I keep my promises, two hot chocolates coming right up.” Clint waits for his turn and orders two hot chocolates.
Summer shrieks with laughter, holding her face up into the wind and clinging to Clint’s shoulders. It’s colder when he puts her down, when he goes to get the chocolate, but that’s okay. He’ll come back. She folds her arms across her chest, to keep her hands warm, and shakes her hair down over her ears, bouncing a little, because the wind is really cutting, and when he comes back she wraps a hand over his first before she takes the cup.
Naturally, she burns her tongue.
Clint offers a smile back and helps you out of the car. He takes a better hold of you once you place his arm around you. He does not want you to fall and carefully leads you inside.
Clint is a bit of a worrywart so he makes sure you get to sit down as soon as possible when you make it inside. He takes your coat and puts it in the closet and asks if he can do something else.
It only takes a second of scrabbling before she comes up with a tablet — this is Stark Tower, after all. Quickly she types out, ‘I think I’m okay now. feel strange. it’s the meds. will you sit with me?’ She holds it up so he can see the words.
Clint reads what you wrote and offers you a bright smile. “Of course I will. Anything you want at any time just ask and I’ll get it or help you with it.” He sits down next to you.
Cuddling into his side, she flicks her fingers over the tablet, bringing up the interface with the media systems. She tilted it toward Clint a little, and began to browse through the lists, mostly pausing on disney movies.
She makes a sound that is supposed to mean assent, and leans her head back against the headrest, trying to keep her hands away from her mouth. It’s hard, because the lack of feeling feels so strange. Of course, the painkiller they gave her before she left might also have something to do with that — it’s hard to tell. She feels drifty.
Clint uses some of the side roads to avoid the worst traffic jam. It’s a bit longer trip but you’re still home faster than you’d be if you had taken your chances with the shorter way and the jam.
As Clint parks his car, he says, “Okay you’re home now. Do you want me to to come and keep you some company?” The hawk’s a bit worried and wants to see that you’ll be okay. He gets out of the car and walks to the other side of the car with the intention of opening the door for you.
She waits, still drifty, until he opens the door. It barely occurs to her to open it herself, as strange as she feels right now. There’s a /hole/ in her mouth, full of cotton gauze, and she can’t feel half her jaw, and honestly she kind of feels like if she stands up she’s just going to fall back down.
Summer grabs Clint’s hand when he opens the door, leaning her head against it briefly, then summons up a smile for him. When they get upstairs, she’ll be able to communicate better — a tablet, a pad, something. In the meantime, she holds on to his hand and puts the other arm around his waist, just in case the dizziness is real and not her imagination.
Clint offers a smile back and helps you out of the car. He takes a better hold of you once you place his arm around you. He does not want you to fall and carefully leads you inside.
Clint is a bit of a worrywart so he makes sure you get to sit down as soon as possible when you make it inside. He takes your coat and puts it in the closet and asks if he can do something else.
It only takes a second of scrabbling before she comes up with a tablet — this is Stark Tower, after all. Quickly she types out, ‘I think I’m okay now. feel strange. it’s the meds. will you sit with me?’ She holds it up so he can see the words.
“Hey, our common friend the coffee monster told me to come and talk with you.” Clint chuckles and sits down.
“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?”
“It’s the wind,” she replies. It is, and the way the towering highrises of downtown New York channel it into cutting edges doesn’t help. No coat she owns proof against that. She takes in a deep breath and holds it for a moment, then breathes it out in a puff of condensation and laughs. “Dragon’s breath.”
“The wind is quite sharp and nearly chilling. Here, let’s hope it protects you at least a little.” the hawk says and places his coat on your shoulders.
You puffing your breath brings a small smile to his face and your words cause a quiet chuckle to emerge. “Come on then my little dragon, let’s get you some hot chocolate to warm you up.”
Summer growls quietly. She doesn’t need to be protected, but she doesn’t jerk the coat off her shoulders. It would destroy the fragile bond they’re crafting here. Clint will come to see her independence soon enough. She grabs his hand, instead, and pulls him at a faster speed toward the park.
The archer thinks he hears you growling but can’t be sure of it and wonders if he did something wrong. He can’t figure it out though, as he was only being a gentleman giving his jacket to you when he thought you were cold.
You pulling his hand breaks him out of his thoughts and he hurries after you smiling, as he decides to just ask you about it later. “Are we in a hurry?”
“No, we’re having fun,” she says breathlessly over her shoulder, laughing in the cold. The wind catches at her breath and freezes in her nose, and it hurts but in a good way, in the kind of way that makes you yelp with laughter. She hardly waits for the stoplight to change before she’s darting across the street to the park proper, making a beeline for a little food stand with a few people milling around in front of it.
“The skating rinks are farther along but I think I was promised hot chocolate.”
She makes a sound that is supposed to mean assent, and leans her head back against the headrest, trying to keep her hands away from her mouth. It’s hard, because the lack of feeling feels so strange. Of course, the painkiller they gave her before she left might also have something to do with that — it’s hard to tell. She feels drifty.
Clint uses some of the side roads to avoid the worst traffic jam. It’s a bit longer trip but you’re still home faster than you’d be if you had taken your chances with the shorter way and the jam.
As Clint parks his car, he says, “Okay you’re home now. Do you want me to to come and keep you some company?” The hawk’s a bit worried and wants to see that you’ll be okay. He gets out of the car and walks to the other side of the car with the intention of opening the door for you..
She waits, still drifty, until he opens the door. It barely occurs to her to open it herself, as strange as she feels right now. There’s a /hole/ in her mouth, full of cotton gauze, and she can’t feel half her jaw, and honestly she kind of feels like if she stands up she’s just going to fall back down.
Summer grabs Clint’s hand when he opens the door, leaning her head against it briefly, then summons up a smile for him. When they get upstairs, she’ll be able to communicate better — a tablet, a pad, something. In the meantime, she holds on to his hand and puts the other arm around his waist, just in case the dizziness is real and not her imagination.