#circusarrow

         a  smirk  was  forming  on  her  lips;  her  head  tilted  as  she  took  a  better  look  at  clint.  ❝  oh,  birb,  i've  always  deemed  you  attractive;  sadly,  our  paths  haven't  crossed  fully  to  develop  something.  ❞

      * ⋆ ⁺   ‧͙  ⊹˚  .  *⋆  @circusarrow  𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬  ❛ 🔥 to find out if she's attracted to them  ❜  ⸻  𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

@circusarrow has decided to become a target – ! || STIRRING THE POT.

you're really gonna do this here?

He tilted his head to the side just slightly, allowing him to look over his shoulder, right toward Hawkeye. Clint knew that it was hard to get Bucky to back track once his mind was set on something - no, everyone knew about that. When he was dead set on his goals, moving from them was near impossible. A breath was exhaled as his thumb hovered the safety of his gun. He should know better, but this? This was hydra scum, they knew what they got themselves into and after giving him the information he needed, why should he let them run free? The soldier fully turned his head toward the blonde, domino mask currently masking his eyes.

" You know how I feel about this shit, Clint. " His voice was stern as he spoke, shoulders tensing up as he pressed the barrel of his gun further against the trembling hydra agent's forehead. " You know that I'm not goin' to let him slide away. So why are you surprised? " He growled, thumb bringing the safety off before he looked over. One clean shot, the sound echoing through the empty storage building and barely a peep right after that, only the faint noise of the safety being put back on.

Disappearing on him for months - while typical from Clint, it still hurt at the end of the day. James eyed the other with a stare – no, a barely held back glare – from the slight opening of the door. Sure, he could close it, call it a day and go back to the nap that had been so abruptly disturbed, but seeing that the archer had made the effort to show at his doorstep, part of him felt terrible to just walk away. Plus, the blonde wasn't wrong, Alpine did miss him, but it'd be a lie to agree that she missed him more than the soldier did.

Not that he was ever going to say that out loud. Nope.

Heavy was the sigh that left him as he opened the door, giving a wordless tilt toward the inside of his apartment, an invitation to come in before he walked away, toward the kitchen. He figured that he might as well get some coffee going, no way in hell he'd be able to go back to sleep properly with Clint around.

" I'll get you a towel so you don't drip rain everywhere. " He spoke, barely audible but loud enough that the other could hear him as he pressed the coffee machine's start button, only for him to wander off toward the bathroom for a few moments before coming back with a towel, stopping a few steps away from the archer. James would then hold it out, waiting for the other to take it from him.