awww hearing aids

            “hey kit-kat... did you grab the quivers from the worktable or the lockers?” clint had been working on some new arrows and they were the perfect balance of chaotic and dangerous, but they weren’t done yet and he really hoped that they weren’t about to fire them instead of their normal arsenal of arrows.

          the archer chuckled “i mean, i’m not that surprised. from what you and thor have told me asgard is like medieval times all the time. it be strange if you couldn’t use a bow and arrow.” clint knocked an arrow, aiming behind him as he smiled at loki “you’re not trying to take my spot on the team are you? cause that’s kinda messed up.” he let the arrow loose, hitting their arrow and splitting it down the middle

          clint should have been paying better attention, he really should have, but a grenade that went off a little too close broke his hearing aid and the hood of the ronin suit blocked parts of his vision so he’d completely missed nat coming up behind him. this is fine, it’s gonna be fine! there’s a voice changer so she won’t know... oh who am i kidding, it’s nat of course she’s gonna know! clint turned, wiping the blood off his sword “widow.”

          clint let out a whine, hands reaching out to try and take the pot back “that’s my pot though, i always drink straight from the pot. this is a hate crime, you hate me.” he huffed "i'm hiding all my good coffee from you now. you can suffer."

          clint blinked, not really sure why he was being psychoanalysed like this “damn, okay. just attack me like this at 10 in the morning, great way to start my day.” the archer forced a chuckle, trying to keep his mood light even though a lot of her questions and comments had hit on a large chunk of his insecurities. “bested? nah, you got me confused with someone else. at best i was a distraction but thor and banner, well hulk, did most of the work.”