UNTIL MY FINGERS BLEED.

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          “Aw, c’mon! You know you wanna be seen with me. I’d be cool,” replies Clint, lips twitching into a crooked grin. Now he’s really teasing, and it’s definitely worth it to see the playful gleam in her eyes. “If it doesn’t work out, will ya at least help me dye it blue? I could go for a raspberry slushie kinda vibe.” 

          “Look, I get you’re ‘bout eight feet tall but you could still look down every now and then,” gripes Clint. As graceful as a sack of potatoes with two arms, he shoves himself up with a grunt and rubs at the crick pent up in his neck. “Besides, wasn’t sleeping. I’m just... tired, and kinda hungover.” 

Something is already recharging itself in Clint when he grasps onto his anchor, face buried against the smooth nape of Jarvis’ neck. Maybe Clint has an internal battery of his own, not unlike the android. “Dunno,” he mumbles, muffled and miserable. He sucks in a deep breath, comforted by the familiar, soul-soothing scent of fresh laundry and coffee. “Maybe ‘cause I haven’t seen ya all day,” he adds after a beat of silence, trying to muster up the playful tone that he’s known for. “Where’ve you been, huh? Abandoning me already.” 

If Clint didn’t know any better, he would’ve sworn that Natasha is preening with that pretty new up-do. The corner of his lips quirk into a crooked smile, fond of the way she keeps her face so straight even at the mental image of a Clint with grape-coloured hair. “Bet you’d like to see that,” he teases. “Don’t forget that you’d have to be seen with me though, purple and all.” 

     “Y’know,” Clint grumbles, languidly rolling onto his back. “When you see someone laying on the floor, it’s polite to just step over them and not kick them.” 

At the offer of a trip to the doctor’s office, his nose scrunches skeptically and he shakes his head. “Thanks, but no thanks. The other guy only used a lil’ pocket knife, nothing too bad. I think. I’m no doc.” Just to prove his point, he lifts his shirt, hand crunching into the stiff parts of the fabric where the blood had already dried. “See? Could slap some... shit, I’m outta bandaids at home,” he groans. Just when he thought this day couldn’t get any more downhill... “I got, like, tape though. Duct tape.” 

“What? No, I’m calling someone to come pick me up. Gotta go home and feed the dog,” grumbles Clint, fumbling with the phone and leaving faint, sticky smears of red on the screen. “Ah --- shit.” Apologetically, he tries to clean the thin dabs of blood away with the sleeve of his hoodie. “Sorry.” 

Where Clint lacks in amicableness, Steve makes up for it with his unbridled optimism and can-do attitude. It’s almost annoying, how the mental image of a curious, wide-eyed Steve trying new dishes ( whole new cuisines, even ) makes him smile. “Lucky bastard,” he teases. “Wish I could eat food for the first time ever all over again. Can ya imagine trying Joe’s pizza for the first time? I’d die on the spot. On. The. Spot, Steve.”

“Heh, s’okay. I get it.” There’s a lazy wave of Clint’s hand, gesturing to the other’s theatrics. “A good magician never spills their secrets.” 

“Maybe I ought’a dye my hair for our next undercover mission,” muses Clint, fingers deft and careful as he ties Natasha’s hair into a neat, pretty bun. “Could go a redhead like you. Think I could pull it off?” 

So, instead of bed, he turns to a particular android for comfort. After some aimless searching, he eventually finds him and prowls up behind him, not needing to hear to be sure that his footsteps are silent. Without warning, he flops against the other’s back and loosely clings on, hands grasping at Jarvis’ shirt. “Hey. Today sucks.” 

“You got a phone? I kinda lost mine - and also, I got, uh... lightly stabbed.” 

             “You a magician?” Skeptically, Clint narrows his eyes and tips his chin towards the other. “Just saw ya pull out that thing from the shadows. Reminds me of stuff I’d see in the circus.”