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[waitedforyears]

amy-pond detention again. we need to work on not getting caught @bucky-barnes @clint-barton #worthit any plans for tonight everyone? 2 minutes ago

[ action for Bucky, Clint and anyone who else who might be stuck in detention... or if you want to run into her on the way home? ]

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[conesoldstober]

this is why planning the escape requires the most forethought

[waitedforyears]

good point, but i don't really mind. least they didn't find my phone this time

what are you up to?

[conesoldstober]

reveling in my freedom

[waitedforyears]

that's mean. willing to entertain me, at least?

[charring]

got in trouble without me, huh?

[waitedforyears]

yeah, you missed out

[charring]

ah well. maybe next time. exams are ridiculous and boring.

[detentions]

[ His feet get kicked out on to the desk in front of him, chair rocking back on two feet, a sigh already building. ]

Fuck. I have better things to be doing with my time right now.

[waitedforyears]

[ Her feet are already up on the desk, nudging his now. ]

Yeah? Like that. Spill, Jaime.

[detentions]

[ Rolling his eyes towards her. ]

What? I just have some stuff t'do.

text;

[brobeforehos]

Suggestion: not tweeting about it?

[waitedforyears]

already got caught so might as well

[brobeforehos]

Great logic. I mean, I doubt professors are on Tweeter, and if they are, I doubt they're masochistic enough to check their students'.

[team_captain]

detention, really? what did you guys do this time?

[ 1 / 2 ]

[waitedforyears]

are you sure you want to know?

[waitedforyears]

no it wasn't that bad really

[team_captain]

if you have to ask i think you know the answer.

[wearafeznow]

[ Lurking outside the detention room, turning a book around and around his hands.

He's going to walk her home, yo. ]

[waitedforyears]

[ Well. She'll get out eventually.


Like, maybe now. And stop to look at him. ] Hey.

[wearafeznow]

Amelia.

[ Yes, he sounds fucking ecstatic to see you, because that's how it is. Pushing off the wall. ] I saw your uhm, friend leave, I thought I could walk you home.

[troubler]

[ Clint is leaning forward on the chair, the back legs in the air, draped over the desk, but then he sighs, lets it drop backwards onto all fours, and slumps back, slides down, arms folded.

He looks over. ] Is this nightmare ever gonna end.

[detentions]

Nope.

[ Twisting in his seat to kick Clint in the ankle with a grin. ] But feel free to cause some kind of distraction.

[troubler]

[ He slowly turns to look at Bucky, a resigned expression. ] Don't do that.

Why'm I always the one who's gotta make the distractions?

[waitedforyears]

In two hours. Or when we break out of here.

[ Kicking up her legs in his lap once he's no longer leaning forward. ]

[troubler]

[ He lifts his folded arms up and rests them over her legs, seemingly unfazed by this. ]

You got plans I don't know about worth the trouble of breaking out?