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☆     「  @prfctshot​​​  /  RANDOM  SHENNANIGANS  」      ❝ listen — ow — i'm okay. trust me. i've had a lot worse. ❞ don't listen to him, jenny. he's not any sort of super soldier. he's very human. help him.

“        i  am  listening.  i'm  listening  to  someone  who needs  to  sit  the  fuck  down  before  someone  else  makes  them.        ”  not  that  she  wasn't  stubborn  about  her  own  injuries  at  times,  but  then  again,  she  could  take  a  lot  more  hits  than  him.  any  sign  of  anxiety  is  hidden  to  just  the  smallest  flutter  of  fingertips,  while  the  rest  of  her  stays  as  still  as  she  can.        “        now,  where  are  you  hurt.        ”        not  a  question,  instead  a  command  so  she  can  figure  out  the  extent  of  his  injuries.

" bobbi, have you seen where my other sweatpants went? not the white-grey ones but the actual grey ones. "

she  looked  up  at  him  over  the  paper  she  held  in  her  hands,  her  coffee  -  fueled  silence  broken  by  the  words  she  knew  would  come  sooner  or  later.  luckily  enough  clint  is  a  heavy  sleeper  and  she  could  casually  remove  said  sweatpants  from  anywhere  he  could  find  them.  they  had  definitely  seen  better  days,  that  was  for  sure.  "hm?"  the  word  came  out  an  innocent  hum  as  blue  eyes  finally  met  him.  "i'm  not  sure.  the  last  i  saw  them  they  were  on  the  chair  in  the  bedroom.  but  i  have  to  admit,  they  have  more  holes  in  them  than  swiss  cheese,  why  do  you  want  those  particular  ones?"  brows  perked  just  a  bit  as  she  set  the  paper  back  down  on  the  table.  "i  could  help  you  look  for  them,  but  if  you  ask  me  they're  better  off  wherever  they  happened  to  find  themselves.  a  nice  retirement,  if  you  will."

TARGET   :   BARTON   ,   CLINT   ...   " holdon . . . you're my assignment? "

        HER   GAZE   IS   ICE   ---   PURE   ,   UNTRUSTING   ,   SEETHING. gun is pulled from her holster before he can realize it   ,   aimed right between the eyes. logically   ,   an assignment can mean a lot of things   ---   plus   ,   he could be useful. besides   ,   she’s not convinced he’s that much of a threat. not compared to her. her finger lingers over the trigger. the look on her face lacks fear entirely. she isn’t afraid of him   ,   not afraid of dying   ,   not afraid of shit. her gaze dares him to make a move.

        ❝   whoever set you up against me   ,   must really hate you.   ❞