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Clint had grown up in a traveling group of creatures like him. Officially, they were descended from the Valkyries of ancient times. Unofficially, people referred to them as anything from angels to birdmen to pigeons. BUt they were very good at putting on shows for the humans. They weren’t supposed to, they were supposed to stay away from humans. But Clint and his brother had been orphaned, and that had been his only choice.

It’s the middle of the night, and my muse just climbed into your muse’s bedroom window.

Send me “What are you doing in my room?”, and I’ll generate a number between 1 and 25 for what my muse will say to yours.

It was getting to be embarrassing, the number of times this had happened. Less than twn, over three, and Bucky was cursing himself as he clambered into Nat’s room, scaling the side of the house like some goddamn monkey. He cursed Barnes, too, because he was certain that Clint was the reason for this. It was always Clint. Always.

Swearing in multiple languages, the most frequent being Welsh (because he was the only one in the house to speak Welsh, and it sounded wonderfully like wizard) Bucky heaved himself in, knowing Nat would be up, but expecting her to be downstairs still. He landed in a crouch, huffing with annoyance, pushing hair away from his face.

When Nat spoke he inwardly groaned, fearing the endless, gleeful chirping that was bound to follow. Bucky could no more lie to Nat than convince Tony to dye his goatee. “I lost my house key again.” He grumbled irritably, pushing into a standing position, because he felt ridiculously uneven in this situation. World’s deadliest assassin for decades, and he loses his house keys, constantly.

Life really was an uphill battle.

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Natasha couldn’t help but smile watching Thor enjoying the rain as she popped open her umbrella. “I can tell… But I’m sure Tony is going to make you dry off before you step foot in his tower.” She teased.

Tony kind of wished sometimes that Natasha didn’t try to do so much alone. He got it. It was impossible not to get it, but fuck if this wasn’t exactly what he’d wished to never see happen. Flying off with her would just chill her faster, and the suit was, frankly, not going to be enough to save her even if he stuck her in it.

Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t. He wasn’t close enough to anywhere get her help, so he just gathered her up and started to carefully make for the nearest shelter, flying backward to shield her from the wind. “C’mon Natasha, don’t actually die on me here. You need to wake up.”