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+outoftheice
“He’s just trying to protect Ana, is all. You can’t fault him for that.”
Ana. It was still weird to hear that. Especially since Moz refused to let him call her that. And yes, he was a bit upset by that. He didn't like being on the outside.
"I'd never hurt her. He has to know that. I love her."
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He was staring. Of course he was staring, she was supposed to be dead. The feeling inside of her showed on the surface of her body but not much, only her eyes showed how she felt - scared, nervous. But real.
“Hey,” she greeted, not really creative with that, but she wasn’t sure of what to say. “I think we need to talk,” Kate managed to say without stuttering, gazing into his eyes for a reply. Dear God, was she happy to see him…
Come on, Neal.
I think we need to talk.
Well, that was an understatement if he ever heard one. "Yeah. I'd say we do."
Honestly, Neal wasn't sure what he felt. Was he glad she wasn't dead? Of course. But she had lied to him. And it would be a long long time before he could forgive her for that. After all she put him through...put them all through....
And then, of course, there was the issue of Moz. And Neal's relationship with her.
Yeah. They needed to talk.
+outoftheice
“That’s entirely true.”
“I won’t even say you can earn it, because..well. You know how he is.”
"Unfortunately." Neal grimaced. "He's bound and determined not to like me."
+Caffery
“Every single one…” And yes, he was impressed.
“Cool cool.” He grinned, folding up his bow, and slinging his quiver back on his hip. “So, whatcha think?”
"I think I am going to try very very hard to never make you mad."
Oh. Oh, no. She wanted few more minutes to think about before she’d approach him, tell him she was alive and here. That she didn’t die in an explosion. But no, Neal had to take a walk, looking all sharp and smooth, gorgeous.
There was not much she could do though, she didn’t have time to think.
Now or never.
“Neal?”
It wasn't so much his name that caught his attention, but the voice saying it. He knew that voice. How could he not. That voice was...
He turned, hoping he wasn't staring as he watched her approach. He just...how could she even...this was impossible.
She was dead. He had watched her die.
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//Except you know...with his Moz, it's true.
+Caffery
“A gun from my dad, when I was five, and the bow when I was like, eleven or so from the circus.” He grinned, nodding the the fruit carnage. “Clean hits?”
"Every single one..." And yes, he was impressed.
“Oh no! How is Moz, anyway? Feeling better?” Stepping past him, she gathered an armful of plates and passed them to him. If he was staying for dinner, he would help set the table. House rules. “And I’ll pretend I didn’t hear the part about sneaking out early.” She dropped a wink.
"She is. Yeah. Thanks." He smiled, taking the plates. He was used to setting the table by now. "Eh. Peter knows. Apparently my constantly asking if I should check in on her was getting annoying."
+outoftheice
“Neil. So you’re still alive. You’re better than Bucky gives you credit for.”
"I would hope so. Considering he gives me no credit at all."
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“My famous chicken marsala and proscuttio. You’re in luck. Catch any bad guys today?”
"Not today. No. Today was spent doing paperwork. And sneaking out early to spend some time with my girl. She woke up with a migraine, so..."
+Caffery
He nodded, pressing the start button for the launching program Tony had written for him, the fruit all loaded into the hopper. Breath. Pull back Sight Aim Fire. The arrow sliced through the apple neetly, leaving it in halves on the ground, a pear quickly following, and several cherries and grapes.
Okay. That was kind of impressive. And Neal couldn't help but go over and inspect the fruit when Clint was done. A clean split. Every single one. "Where'd you learn to shoot?"
sharp-dressed-con started following you.
“Hey, Neal. Staying for dinner?”
"Always. What are we having?"
+Caffery
Leaning back against the wall, Neal watches. A small part of his brain wants to doubt this is possible because really…who could hit those? But then he remembers that this is Hawkeye he’s dealing with and so he shuts that part of his brain down and prepares to just enjoy the show.
“Ladies and gent, sit back, and prepair to be amazed.” He mumbles to himself, grinning a bit. They’d never used real fruit in the circus, too expensive, they’d used wax, easy to fix when it had holes put through it. “Ready?”
"Ready." He nodded, eyes focused on the fruit on the other side of the range.
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+Caffery
“Oh sure. We got all the latest toys.” he grinned, seeing how Neal perked up. “Wanna see me hit a grape from two hundred feet?”
“Yes. Yes I do.” He’d heard about Clint’s skills over the year from Mozzie who was more than a little disappointed her own archery lessons never yielded the same results. So seeing it in action was definitely on his list.
“Lets go get us some fruit salad.” Clint grinned, heading toward the cafe. Ten minutes and a huge bowl of fruit later, they were in the archery range, Clint setting up the pulls.
Leaning back against the wall, Neal watches. A small part of his brain wants to doubt this is possible because really...who could hit those? But then he remembers that this is Hawkeye he's dealing with and so he shuts that part of his brain down and prepares to just enjoy the show.
That managed to get a smirk out of him. “Well, well. At least you’ve got the balls to say that much. My respect for you might’ve gone up just a little bit.” He snickered. “Emphasis on a little.”
Hey. He'd take it. "I'll get you the rest of the way there. Someday..."
