[ 009 ] ♐ [ Action ] Fourth Wall.

[bettercallit]

[ Clint's not planning on admitting to it any time soon, but the conversation he had with Phil recently about everything that happened before either of them arrived here has been weighing on him a little, and he knows that he's not been the best person to be around lately. Well, less so than usual, at least, and that's when he's not been going off alone.

So he's up earlier than he's been used to, dressed, and out walking Fury around the streets of the City, a take-out cup of coffee in hand. It's not that he doesn't often walk their dog, but he doesn't usually do it quite so early, especially not on a weekend, and this way Phil gets to sleep in without Fury barking for attention and waking up the whole building.

Sometimes he's slow on the uptake when it comes to personal things, better at shrugging them off than dealing with them, but Clint's finally settling into everything, thankful that he's been given chances he would never have had at home, and he's happy. He knows how lucky he is and he doesn't plan on taking it for granted.

He's in a good mood, even smiling outright without attempting to conceal it, and even the fact he's noticed that there are far more people out in the streets, the majority looking puzzled, which can only mean another long weekend of strangers flooding can't dampen his good spirits.

He should probably know by now that this amount of contentment can never last. ]


[ OOC: Fourth wall! Feel free to run into him anywhere around the City. ]

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[bettercallit]

Sure I did. I never stopped thinking about you, even cried myself to sleep at night. [ Sarcasm drips from his words, his expression as blank and guarded as physically possible, but there is something truth to it - he's struggled not to think of him day in and day out.

He doesn't back down, carefully winding the lead around his hand tight and pulling the black Labrador closer to his side. ] We took you down once, we can do it again.

[fuckyeahloki]

Oh Barton, that's only half the fun and you don't even understand it yet. Each one of you, still not a team. You have pieces enough to put it all together, but half of you will never share and the other half will never learn to think.

That's a clue, by the way. Never say I didn't enjoy a sporting game.

[bettercallit]

You're either calling me selfish or stupid, and I know which I prefer.

[ But the sad truth of it is that he's not wrong. They might have got it together at the end, but there's still a long way to go. ]

You're underestimating us again. Remember what happened last time you did that? You ended up bound and gagged, and teleported off.

[fuckyeahloki]

[A very long way. And you're without many things here. And short a few people, he's noticed.]

Oh yes, terrible, isn't it? Back in Asgard with all of Odin's hall of weapons at my disposal.

[bettercallit]

[ He's not about to offer that piece of information up in case he doesn't already know, or the fact that the Natasha here isn't the one that they both know. ]

Thor might be slow on our world, but something tells me he's not stupid enough to let you loose on the hardware.

[fuckyeahloki]

A trickster never reveals all of his secrets, Agent Barton. Though you may have been the one to come the closest to knowing them.

[bettercallit]

[ He remembers all too well, and there's a flash of it that crosses his face, gone as soon as it comes, but it's there long enough. ]

Already told you, Loki, what you and I had was great while it lasted, but nothing lasts forever. You've gotta move on.