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[punchedhitler]

[There's the sound of a motorcycle engine revving, and then it dies, quick]

Wait-

[There's another pause and the sound of someone else making a slight questioning noise]

Clint? What's going on?

Hang on, let me check my crystal ball.

[ It's deadpan, and there's the sound of him checking the contents of the bag he's still holding onto with his one treasured possession inside. ]

I'd say Fury was serious about the whole sending us off if we refused to clean up thing, but he likes you, you're his favourite, so I'm having a hard time believing that.

[ There's another pause. ]

Sorry, Steve, I got nothing on this. Well, unless you're good with blaming Stark.

we're not blaming Mr. Stark. There's something familiar about this.


[ooc: STEVE IS BACK and meet Clint Barton, City (he's speaking in purple!). Steve doesn't remember everything but it'll come back pretty quick. Expect threadjacks!]

Comments

[nebenstimme]

It can't be helped with men. If they're smart, they're dumb. If they're not dumb, they're dirt poor. If they're not poor, they're bald. If they're not bald, they're married. If they're not married, they're bad in bed. It just can't be helped.

[punchedhitler]

That isn't a very nice thing to say.

[nebenstimme]

...oh! Oh, don't worry! I'm sure if you go after a guy, he'll be worth five stars. Yours will be handsome and smart and a doctor and a sex god. And he'll need, um, three conditioner bottles for all his hair. Super hairy! You'll be extra satisfied! Have no fear, okay?