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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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"Not even a first kiss and you want my ass already? That's bold."
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“What can I say? I’m an ass man.”
“Oh,” he blinks, “Well that’s one thing to do,” he shoves his hands into his pocket. Well, that sounds like a patrol type thing. Kind of like what Spiderman does, but instead of milkshakes he looks for hot dogs.
“Thor did tell me you aren’t evil anymore, at least,” so that’s good. Probably the only reason he didn’t shoot on sight, though Clint doesn’t enjoy shooting kids. He avoids it at all costs.
“Yeah, I’m Hawkeye. Hawkeye Barton, nice to kind of meet you again,” This is all like, weird for him. Really weird. But right now, the Loki is a kid, and a kid shouldn’t really be alone, “If you want, I can join you on a little adventure. Or for a milkshake.”
Clint blinks, “You saw right through me, huh?” Clint followed him, sticking his hands in his pockets, “No offense. I just have a lot of people who wanna hurt me, so I want to make sure. Especially since I didn’t even know you were moving in,” and wasn’t that a shock? He needs to talk to some people, see who let the guy in without telling Clint.
“But if I’m searching, might as well help, right?” Clint smiled brightly, “No need to be a nuisance, plus it knocks out two bird with one stone. Win-win! And if you are good and not super pissed at my paranoia, it’ll be a good way to talk to each other.
Who knows? They may even become friends, if the guy’s not in the Bratva or some spy or whatever. Clint stopped outside of the guys door, waiting for him to open it up, “You may even get to meet Lucky. My dog. He’s got only one eye and loves pizza. I’d die for that bastard.”
Clint smiled. This kid was nice, and cute. A good kid. Even if he’s some weird kid not from this dimension, he’s still a good one! Clint smiled down at him, “Nice to meet you too.”
“Oh,” where are his parents? What the hell? They should be here, with him. Clint motioned for Superboy to enter, “No problem. It’s part of the job, and I like helping,” he especially doesn’t want to send a child out on his own, “I don’t really know exactly what to do, I can certainly find someone who can. So I take you’re lost? How lost?”

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“No, Thor says so! Odin doesn’t rule here, and that’s that,” or maybe Thor didn’t say so, but Clint is just assuming. Because, for one, he hates the fact someone else could ‘rule’ over Earth. And two, he just can’t let Loki be right. Ever.
“Wrong direction - what the fuck? Do you just dimension hop casually? Went into the wrong cave and Oops! Wrong planet! No, no, fuck you,” Clint huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, “It doesn’t matter. You’re an evil asshole and I’m taking you in.”
Honest Words
Clint followed her, looking down at the floor from where he was led. He does... understand her concern. He remembers the last time something like this happened. It took Barney punching him to get him snapped out of it.
And he really doesn’t want to get punched again.
“But they’re so strong,” not that he isn’t but he’s no god or genius. He’s just... a person.
“Ok,” He let out a shaky breath, “Ok. That’s... that’s fine.”
Clint was called Hawkeye for a reason. He can see, see things a lot of people would probably rather not him see. However, Clint is also running on adrenaline and a muddled mind trying to connect the dots, so though he sees doesn’t mean he understands. And he misunderstands, completely, as he watched Steve’s breathing come out unevenly, watches him take deep breaths with a red face. It made him stop, it made the whole damn world stop and all Clint coud say was, “Oh.”
“Well, I mean, if you want,” He looked down at the floor, kicking softly at the floor, “If you want unsafe massages,” Now that they’re on the same page(?). Clint just, still, can’t understand why Steve is flirting with him of all people, but he’s not one to pass up a good opportunity.
Even if there’s lots of regrets afterwards. That’s an afterwards problem.
“Woah! If I’m their favorite archer, why would watching me die be a good thing?” But he’s also not going to deny the fact he’s probably gonna end up all over youtube tomorrow. Ugh, and then he’s gonna have to explain his bad choices to… everyone. He is so not looking forward to that.
“Pull off this exit, there’s a rest stop about a mile down it,” Clint also very much wanted the magician to stop driving. He can drive, and he’ll drive well. He won’t try to murder John with bad driving skills. Something John needs to learn.
Clint scoffed, “Just cause I had worse,” and he has, many many many times. More times than he should have, honestly, “Does not mean I want to look like one giant bruise! Come one, asshole,” but he started grinning again, “If anyone asks I’m just blaming you.”
“Might make for a hell of a news story.” John answered knowing that this was already going to probably end up all over the internet. How often did they see someone who should be a hero sliding around the top of a car like that? Well he was learning now why John wasn’t usually the one to drive a car.
Well at least he knew that they were getting off the road and he wasn’t driving anymore. That was actually a bit of a relief. Clint’s looked pretty rough right now. Well that bruise looked a little painful.
“Then why are you complainin? A little bruise should be nothin to you.” He was teasing of course as he turned to take the exit a little rougher than he should have. “The’ll probably say it was my fuckin fault anyway th’ second they see that on your side.” Because really they seemed more willing to think he was causing them trouble than he actually was.
“Oh god, I’m never going to hear the end of it,” he groaned something over dramatic and pitiful, holding his head in his hands and letting out a long, ragged sigh, “I’m going to be the laughing stock of the nation until Johnny hooks up with a new girl.”
Clint winced at the sharp turn, glaring at the sorcerer, “I think you want to be punched, Dumbledore.” God, this man seriously cannot drive, can he? Never again will he ask John Constantine to drive anything. Ever. Ugh, he drives worse than Stark...
“Just cause I’m used to being hurt doesn’t mean I like to be hurt!” Oh my god, he may be a masochist but he’s not that big a masochist! This pompous, stupid, asshole. “Good! It is your fault!” Clint may say that now, but he’d defend John if anyone else tried to guilt him. Only Clint could do that.
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Clint turned to look at John, an overly serious expression on his face, “I always need a moment with my pizza,” he knows it is weird, how excited the food can make him, even after all this time. But it’s not just pizza, really. It’s almost any good, gross, diabetes inducing food that does it.
He knows it stems from his lack of food in childhood and the circus, and then after the circus, and then SHIELD rations, and then finally he was an Avenger and could eat whatever he wanted and yeah, yikes, he fell off the deep end. But he supposes that it’s just part of the cycle of things, the cycle of lack of freedom, to freedom, to abuse of freedom.
And pizza is damn good.
“Come on,” he dragged John into the shop with a grin, “Order whatever you want. It’s on me,” and by ‘me’ he means ‘Stark’ but, whatever.
So that might have been something that was a little odd. Wanting to have some time to himself for a bit of pizza. John’s food intake was never the best but he didn’t mind something good from time to time. He seemed to think this was worth the trip. Worth taking the man SHIELD had shown interest in talking to out of his room. So John was going to have a little bit of fun with it,
It was probably better than whatever they were going to give him if they were going to feed him. He hadn’t been there that long so of course they might have thought that they didn’t need to feed him all that much.
Letting himself get dragged into the little shop John laughed. Well wasn’t that nice? They were going to have a bit of pizza on someone else. Well he was getting food on someone else. “Nothin like food paid off of someone else’s credit card.” John answered with a laugh.
The pizza was much better than the shitty rations. It’s not shitty, per se, but it’s no good pizza. It’s cafeteria food, the same basic shit made for everyone so it’s not seasoned well. It’s bland. Pizza is much better.
“Free food always tastes better,” Clint knows and uses this power daily. He can’t really remember the last time he paid for food. Having Stark pay just, makes it all a little better. He laughed softly, ordering a meat lovers pizza before motioning for John to order.
“Literally everything is good. So, have at it!” And then they can sit down and talk, Clint can hopefully learn more about this dude. No one else really got a lot out of him so far, Clint’s hoping to change that.
Clint’s face went a brilliant red. His mouth gaped like a fish’s before he smiled, a little awkward, a little sheepish, and a lot impish, “I mean, I wouldn’t mind. Though I am a switch,” a happy switch. “But, well, we can,” or not. Really depends on Dionisus. Is this even the time to (not) joke about that?
“It’s not complicated! He hurts you, and that’s not ok! Ever!” Clint was pissed. Clint remembers... his dad, his brother, trickshot. He remembers constantly making excuses for them. Excuse after excuse. Until someone finally knocked it into his head that it’s not ok, and there’s never excuses for shit like that. Clint took a deep breath, “We don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t wanna, but just remember that, ok?”
And Clint’s going to keep an eye on him. Clint’s going to keep him safe.
“Lucky. He’s older? I got him off the streets,” essentially, “He only has one eye and one ear. He’s big-ish. A good boy. Definitely not jealous but he is such an attention whore,” He smiled and motioned for Dionisus to follow him towards the apartment, “He’s a good boy.”
‘Thanks!” Though this name was more ironic than anything, considering the great deal of unluckiness the dog faces. “Oh no, he’s spoiled enough as it is!” But he was smiling, amusement clear in his eyes, “I’m Clint. Clint Barton. It’s not to meet you.”
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🦇INTRUDERS IN GOTHAM WERE NORMALLY problems - new villains or new heroes that tried to help or make things worse, it never ended well for them especially when they crossed path with him. He hoped this one wasn’t a villain, because he would be sending him right to the GCPD if he found out. The least he needed that night was to deal with someone who wasn’t even from the city.
Blue eyes frowned behind the mask - it seemed the other had problems to hear him, maybe he had some condition? He decided to re-arrenge his tone in the voice modifier so the other would be able to hear him the next time he spoke. Though Batman knew sign language he still wasn’t sure if he was deaf or the usual tone was just too low.
“Gotham.” The Bat said this time a little louder than before. Gotham was located in the state of Illinois - by the coast of Lake Michigan. It was one of the most dangerous cities in the entire state, and yet one of the most knowns as well - other than Springfield thanks to that TV show of the yellow people.
As the guy finally said who he was, Batman frowned deeply. An Avenger in Gotham? Their headquarters were usually in New York. “I think you got lost by 19 hours on bus, or more depending on the day, it may take longer. Why are you here?”
“Gotham?!” why the hell is he in Gotham? How did he get sent here? Everyone knows Gotham and it’s spooky little bat heard oh my god this is Batman. They’ve all heard rumors, Batman being a vampire, Gotham being haunted, all that fun stuff. Of course when Batman went more public with the League the rumors were disproven, or lessened. But they still aren’t gone.
He appreciated Batman speaking louder, easier to hear now that he isn’t speaking in some form of that weird whisper-growl. “Honestly? No clue why I’m here. One moment I was kicking ass, the next I was shoved through some portal thing. And then poof! I’m here.”
It was weird to be transported to Gotham of all places, and it’s going to be such a pain in the ass to try and get back home. Ugh, he is not looking forward to that bus ride - nope, he’s an avenger. He is going to call people and get a plane ride home.
“Uh, I know you don’t like strangers here. But can I stay till I get someone to pick me up? I can even help you take down some villains! I’m pretty good at that, y’know.”
“I wasn’t trying to undress you! Promise,” He kicked his feet against the ground, a bright blush on his cheeks. That was certainly inappropriate, and he didn’t want Dionisus to think he was some kind of pervert. “You just have pretty eyes.”
He cleared his throat and smiled a bit, relaxing a tad when Dionisus seemed to be joking. At least he didn’t totally freak the other out, which was rather nice. He has a habit of being too intense, sometimes, scaring people away. But it’s not his fault! His eyes were his… ‘gifts.’ Staring is second nature.
“Why would I waste coffee like that? Or ruin your clothes? That’s just mean,” He huffed, “I’d rather take you out for coffee than spill it.”
The color on his cheeks pointed to the opposite of what his words said and made Dionisus chuckle lightly, putting his puzzle magazine down and tucking the pencil he was using to fill it on his pocket.
“Thank you. It seems to be my only decent asset aside from my brain.” Dionisus knew he was pretty, but then, with enough money and good surgeons and professionals around anyone could have a pretty look, so he didn’t see his looks as something special.
“It makes for a strong first impression. Albeit dubious, it’s an impression very few will forget easily.” He shrugged. “Well, I’m already out. So the this part you’re free from, as for the coffee, I think I’ll pass. I want to sleep once I go back home. But you can keep me company while I have waffles with orange juice.”
“No! It’s not the only decent asset. You’re... everything is nice. Even, from what I could tell your personality seems super nice too,” he smiled. This man was seriously not giving himself enough credit. Clint hardly knows that but can see it.
Clint’s nose wrinkled in mild disgust, “Still rude,” but then again, he supposes, he can’t judge. He was caught very intently staring. And not the good staring either, just... staring.
Clint started to look like a kicked puppy, before cheering up again. “Oh, yeah! I’d love to,” he grinned brightly, “So, I- um,” he took a seat opposite of Dio, looking the happiest in the world, “Um, you wanna, I mean not wanna we’re eating. How’s” oh fuck, how does one conversation? “How you doing?” Fuck. He sucks at this

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1ST RULE — tag some muses you would like to know better. 2ND RULE — BOLD the statements that are true for your muse.
muse. Clint Barton occupation. Avenger/Superhero, Apartment owner, Dog owner age. 28 sexuality. Homosexual pronouns. he/him
APPEARANCE:
i am 5'7" or taller.
i wear glasses.
i have at least one tattoo.
i have at least one piercing.
i have blonde hair.
i have brown eyes.
i have short hair.
my abs are at least somewhat defined.
i have or have had braces.
PERSONALITY:
i love meeting new people.
people tell me that i’m funny.(he thinks he’s funny)
helping others with their problems is a big priority for me.
i enjoy physical challenges.
i enjoy mental challenges.
i’m playfully rude with people i know well.
i started saying something ironically & now i can’t stop saying it.
there is something i would change about my personality.
ABILITY:
i can sing well.
i can play an instrument.
i can do over 30 push–ups without stopping.
i’m a fast runner.
i can draw well.
i have a good memory.
i’m good at doing math in my head.
i can hold my breath underwater for over a minute.
i have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling.
i know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch.
i know how to throw a proper punch.
HOBBIES:
i enjoy playing sports.
i’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else.
i’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else.
i have learned a new song in the past week.
i work out at least once a week.
i’ve gone for runs at least once a week.
i have drawn something in the past month.
i enjoy writing.
i do or have done martial arts.
EXPERIENCES:
i have had my first kiss.
i have had alcohol.
i have scored the winning goal in a sports game.
i have watched an entire season of a tv show in one sitting.
i have been at an overnight event. (do stakeouts count?)
i have been in a taxi.
i have been in the hospital or er in the past year.
i have beaten a video game in one day.
i have visited another country.
i have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts.
RELATIONSHIPS:
i’m in a relationship.
i have a crush on a celebrity
i have a crush on someone i know.
i have been in at least 3 relationships.((Depends on comic/verse))
i have never been in a relationship.
i have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them.
i get crushes easily.
i have had a crush on someone for over a year.
i have been in a relationship for at least a year.
i have had feelings for a friend.
MY LIFE:
i have at least one person i consider a “ best friend ”.
i live close to my school.
my parents are still together.
i have / had at least one sibling. [Barney Barton.]
i live in the united states.
there is snow right now where i live.
i have hung out with a friend in the past month.
i have a smartphone.
i have at least 15 cd’s.
i share my room with someone. [Lucky counts as someone]
RANDOM SHIT:
i have break–danced.
i know a person named jamie.
i have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce.
i have dyed my hair.
i’m listening to one song on repeat right now.
i have punched someone in the past week.
i know someone who has gone to jail.
i have broken a bone.
i have eaten a waffle today.
i know what i want to do with my life.
i speak at least 2 languages.
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DETECTIVE PIKACHU;
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“You hear that? Something’s close.” “See? This is what I’m talking about. My heart is pounding.“ “Dude, I thought you wanted to, you know, hang out and relive the good old days.“ “Just look at it. That is the perfect Pokemon for you.” “Okay, thank you, [NAME]. Thank you for that. Are there any other emotional truth-bombs you wanna drop on me?“ “I’m worried about you.“ “Please don’t put this all on yourself. No one should go through this type of thing alone.” “Are you trying to rob me, or just annoy me?” “Something’s rotten, and I'm gonna get to the bottom of it.” “Okay, okay, okay. Whoever you are, I know how to use this.“ “Okay, I’m gonna get a knife.“ “Okay, bad idea with the knife. I’ll find something else.“ “No! No! I’m not going in the trash chute.” “Oh. Looks like someone’s back in a good mood.” “You’re adorable.“ “It’s like destiny.“ “It’s not destiny.“ “You want a coffee? 'Cause I could use a coffee.“ “I could stop whenever I want. These are just choices.” “Look, I’m a great detective. But I can’t solve my own mystery if I have no memory.” “It’s the jellies. It’s that thing, you know? You feel it when you really believe in something despite everyone telling you you’re wrong.” “No, I’m gonna go. We’re done here.” “Hold up a sec. We’re gonna need each other.” “I don’t need a Pokemon. Period. Got it?” “There’s magic that brought us together, and that magic is called hope.“ “Oh, you feel it. You feel it in your jellies, don’t you?” “There’s nothing in my jellies.“ “We’re gonna do this. You and me.” “Should we talk about the fact that your childhood bed is a Pikachu bed?” “I’ve never been so flattered and creeped out at the same time.” “Uh, I was drinking that.“ “Just step anywhere. It’s only my life’s work.“ “I can see why you were so excited.” “I was… [scoffs] Okay, I was not that excited.” “Hey, again. Uh… Yeah, I know this seems weird but I actually needed to ask you something.” “This isn’t an office. It’s a coffin with pencils.” “The docks can be dangerous. It’s not the sort of place you want to visit alone at night.” “I’m actually pretty good at being alone at night.” “That’s not… That’s not what I meant to say. Um… I’m just gonna…” “We need to get some ground rules if this partnership's gonna work.” “You’re not my partner.“ “My problem is that I push people away and then hate them for leaving.” “He’s saying you can shove it.“ “Real cooking is about following your heart, not a recipe!” “All I hear are consonants, and all I see are nipples.” “Here. Hold my hat. I’m about to rock this place.“ “What are you doing? What is your plan of attack?” “I forgot everything you said! I forget things, it’s what I do! I have amnesia!” “It’s not working. I forgot how to use my powers.“ “Are you crazy? Get out of there!” “No, I’m not in denial! I’m right, I know it!” “It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anybody’s fault.” “I haven’t been really nice to you.” “Well, there’s no such thing as “daddy issues" without "daddy”.” “What’s with the sunglasses?“ “There’s nothing really casual about this.” “Eh, that sounds like a waste of coffee.” “So let me get this right. We’re forced to listen to this spa music so your head doesn’t explode and kill us all.” “Hey, you put that down. I am not giving you a massage.” “I may have amnesia, but I’m pretty sure this is the worst idea anyone’s ever had.” “This is no time for your stupid headaches.“ “I officially hate this forest.“ “That’s a great fifth option. Let’s work on the first four.” “I’m here, partner. I’m here.“ “You’re gonna be okay.” “You have to go on without me.“ “You’re better off on your own.“ “No! No! I need you. Please.“ “You have to stay away. It’s for your own good.” “No. I’m not letting you go.“ “You see? I can’t help it. I hurt the people who need me. That’s who I am. I’m sorry.“ “You tried to kill him!“ “You think you can stand in the way of the future?” “Give me your hand!“ “I didn’t need to defeat you. I just needed to distract you.“ “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I pushed you away just when you needed me the most.” “I’m just happy you’re back.” “Meet me later tonight?“ “You think I can stay with you for a while?”