Okay... This looks bad

"I’m telling them you broke it.”

"The really bad thing is they'd believe you because I break shit all the time."

"The Earth Sucks, Let’s Move to Mars" as commissioned by quickxsilver

Get up.

"I said, what the fuck are you doing here?”

     ”Lower your weapon. I was asked       to be here. I come in peace, there’s       no need to be so hostile.”

     "You'll forgive me if I'm a little skeptical after our last meeting." His sarcasm is palpable, and he doesn't lower his weapon even a centimeter. "What do you want? Who asked you to be here?"

He felt his cheeks heat up as he turned, grabbing a plate off the island counter. “Oh, uh, hey, Bobbi. Want a sammich?”

"Yes, sir, it has. Sorry I couldn’t make it to DC. Was working on a solo mission."

"You alright? How’d it go?"

After ripping him a new one for not returning her calls, Nat had brought him up to speed on everything that had happened.

He felt his cheeks heat up as he turned, grabbing a plate off the island counter. “Oh, uh, hey, Bobbi. Want a sammich?”

He purposefully avoids answering the ‘miss me’ question, because the answer is yes, sometimes, and he doesn’t know how to deal with that just yet.

That sweet smile kills him every time he sees it, but he can't help returning it. "Yeah, okay. I can put in a good word for you with my boss."

"Once. Maybe twice? Don’t stop on my account."      ( he wouldn’t say that he’s leering, but… Yeah, that’s a lie. He’s leering. )

       ( intrigued might be the proper       phrasing, all things considered. )

"Well, at first, I thought I walked through the wrong door, but then I see a hot guy about to take off his pants, and it's like, hey, maybe this is the right door after all."

"Touch me and I will tear you apart."

"Pretty sure if anybody's got the right to be the one pissed off and making threats here, it's me."

"It’s been a while, hasn’t it?"

"Yes, sir, it has. Sorry I couldn't make it to DC. Was working on a solo mission."

        ( or about to be a tad indecent, rather. )

"Once. Maybe twice? Don't stop on my account."      ( he wouldn't say that he's leering, but... Yeah, that's a lie. He's leering. )

He felt his cheeks heat up as he turned, grabbing a plate off the island counter. “Oh, uh, hey, Bobbi. Want a sammich?”

"What you miss me or something Hawkeye?" she then asked after swallowing her bite.

He purposefully avoids answering the 'miss me' question, because the answer is yes, sometimes, and he doesn't know how to deal with that just yet.

It’s worked for white people, I figured I might as well give it a shot.

SIGNAL BOOST 

Clint shrugs. “Well, I mean, we’re all flesh and blood, so-” He cuts off, eyes widening slightly as the rest of Logan’s words register. “Wait. What do you mean by ‘not human,’ man?” He takes a wary step back, eyes narrowing now as he looks Logan up and down. “You look pretty human to me, bub.”