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  “Okay, what the heck? This Doctor ‘a Love guy must be full ‘a crap! I mean, look at this guy! I ain’t takin’ this crap, let’s see here…”

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½ = How the character feels about people taller or shorter than them

Clint's a pretty tall guy (6'3") so there isnt a whole lot of people that are taller but theres still.. a lot - considering avengers and the diversity in this city. Still he's also one of those taller guys - he doesn't typically think about height differences unless theres something in the moment that deals with short or tall places. Theres also the difference of having to look up or down in reference to reading lips, its nice when he doesn't have to strain his neck for that.

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30 Uncommon Character Development Questions

6. If you were to pick one song – and only one song – to describe your character, what would it be and why?

HONESTLY this is the hardest question cause I listen to so much music and theres so many songs and how do I choose just one? Do I pick an action song that shows off more of the hard working Clint Barton that keeps up with with the big boys despite his carnie background or do I go for a song that shows more of that inner feel of Clint how he sees himself, how a mess he is, how he sucks with love, how he tries to solve the problems he causes and takes all that weight on his shoulders but puts on a smile and jokes around and - FINE, heres a song.

22. Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?

“Right...so many different people are in this fuckin’ place.”

It was nearly that time of year again. The leaves would fall, the ground would be pillowed with snow...since moving to New York with Anderson, these two Alliance trainees found themselves rushing against the frost with coffee in one hand and a bag containing various ice cream flavors, whipped cream, assorted toppings, and bananas. That’s right, a banana sundae. 

“John, vamos!”

 “Yeah, yeah...coming.” 

Her legs were far shorter, her figure far smaller, but she still managed to make it faster than him. She popped the front door open, groaning in delight when the heater’s hot air greeted them and removed her thick jackets and boots. He followed in suit, gently taking the bags into the kitchen. The brightly annoying Christmas tree sat in the corner of the living room and pictures of the two of them as they grew up were displayed across the fireplace. They were Anderson’s pride and joy (Jane being joy and John being pride, so their dad said). 

“So, how are we gonna do this?” Jane asks, tying her hair up, grinning up at the other, pulling the taller, but younger, of the twins out of his dazed thoughts. “Is my pralines and cream in there?”

“Yep, right here. Got the cookie dough?” He shifts through the ingredients, pulling out sundae glasses--the utmost essential thing since they were in the 4th grade--and the ice cream scoopers. “Here, cut the bananas.”

“Yeah and gotcha...listen, I was thinking, for this Christmas, we invite the whole crew over. I mean, you still have to introduce me to Kaidan. You won’t shut up about him to dad.” Jane teases, peeling the yellow fruit and chopping them in half. Both were doing parts of the process, smoothing it out. They had been doing this “Sundaes on Winter Sundays” ritual since they could remember and truthfully, neither of them were going to stop now. “But won’t tell me a single thing!”

“First of all,” John starts with an amused hum, scooping out the flavors. Strawberry, chocolate, and pralines and cream. This was her favorite. His? Cookie dough, vanilla, and coffee--just so he could sit comfortably by the fireplace later without having to knock out soon after. “First of all, we’re just talking and--”

“Right.” she interrupts, to which he ignores and continues.

“And, it’s only been a few months. I mean, we don’t really go on dates while we’re at camp so. He’s cool but I don’t know if I could just, y’know, bring him home for the holidays. Like, ‘hey dad! There’s this really hot guy at biotics camp today, can we have him over for Christmas dinner?’ no. That’s not gonna slide.”

Jane laughs and when hers is finished after it’s garnished in peanuts, caramel sauce, and a cherry on top, she makes her way into the living room, curling up on her favorite recliner with her favorite blanket. “You are suuuuch a traditionalist! What, you think dad is like some army dad?”

“Don’t joke about that stuff, he’ll come out of the walls you know.”

“Okay, I’m just saying that those courting acts,” Jane air quotes over courting and acts, “Are so...2120. Get with the times- he’d be glad you’re interested in someone!” 

John finishes his--because he doesn’t rush and he has to admire his work before uploading it on the Net. It’s got whip cream and peanuts- no sauce because it’s overkill. He makes his way to the longer sofa and sits across from her, kicking his feet up so they’re at least resting on Jane’s lap.

“Well, maybe I don’t want him to meet you. Admit it sis, you’re intimidating and the last time I tried to bring a guy over, he told me he’d rather, what was it? Oh yeah, keep things professional.” John snickers and Jane has to stop herself from choking from laughter at the same time.

The frosty winds blow outside and the two glance outside before diverting their attention back to each other. They spend the whole day like this, all season if they could, just catching up and enjoying each other’s company. Jane talks about all the cool robotic tech she can get her hands on and John listens, enjoying the smile on her face and the way she expresses herself through movement. He talks, saying the implants don’t hurt as much either and reassures her as she stares pointedly that the migraines aren’t as bad when he’s home.