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?”
“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.”
“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.
“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!”
Send me ➣ and my character will react to yours slapping a pair of handcuffs on my character’s wrists.
“Rhodey, what the — ” Perforce, she stopped what she was doing, and frowned up at him. “What exactly do you think you are doing? Because this isn’t funny.”
[text to: flyboy] if that’s you asking me out, you should work on your polish [text to: flyboy] what should I wear?
[Text] Well considering what day it is, yes I am.
[Text] You look good in everything but the restaurant has a dress code so..
[text to: flyboy] and that is why I asked what I should wear
[Text] Semi formal evening dress should do. I don’t know much else to tell you to be truthful.
[text to: flyboy] you want to help me get dressed? [text to: flyboy] you make reservations and you don’t know anything else? Jarvis made them didn’t he
[text] I can’t get there yet, so I have to decline.
[text] I can do reservations myself…
[text]I just don’t know much about women’s clothes, Nat wasn’t much help there either.
[text to: flyboy] oh well. I guess I can get into this outfit on my own. [text to: flyboy] Why would Natasha be what the hell I think you have to explain that one [text to: flyboy] are you picking me up?
Mischievous grin rises to his lips as he starts closing on you. “I just have try it then.”
She shrieks with giggles before he even touches her. “Nononononono, no touch, don’t touch, no.”
Clint’s hands creep closer with even wider grin on his face. “Here I come.” Tries to tickle your side.
She yelps, laughing, hair tumbling everywhere and hands scrambling to interpose themselves between his and her skin. “No, no, Clint, gack, help, no … ” Her words are hardly even comprehensible through the giggles.
[text to: flyboy] if that’s you asking me out, you should work on your polish [text to: flyboy] what should I wear?
[Text] Well considering what day it is, yes I am.
[Text] You look good in everything but the restaurant has a dress code so..
[text to: flyboy] and that is why I asked what I should wear
[Text] Semi formal evening dress should do. I don’t know much else to tell you to be truthful.
[text to: flyboy] you want to help me get dressed? [text to: flyboy] you make reservations and you don’t know anything else? Jarvis made them didn’t he
