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[ It's been eight days. Eight whole days. Better late than never, right? But in case anyone's yet to figure it out, he feels the need to make the announcement. He's sticking to text to avoid a metaphor slipping out; that's his story and he's sticking to it, okay? Okay. ]

Agent Phil Coulson has left the City.

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Okay, not everyday just most of them..

[Hell, she wouldn't mind if she did either, and she laughs at him when he pulls the face.]

You need to slow down, Clint. It'll last longer.

Edited (because how do I journal switch?) 2012-11-15 19:07 (UTC)

[ In rebellion, Clint pours another generous amount down his throat, ignores the attack on his senses this time, and grins at her mock innocent. ]

No one said anything about making it last longer. [ But he's feeling the numbness around the edges, head feeling a bit lighter, limbs a little heavier, and although he's still a long way off, he's getting there, the lack of real food in his stomach helping him along. ] You know, I don't know if you've noticed, but Fury's been evil eyeing you from the corner since you stole his spot.

[She meant the numbness, not necessarily the alcohol itself.

Glancing over at the dog she huffs a breathy laugh and looks back up at Clint.]

I'd noticed. [She taps him lightly to get him to give her the bottle again.] I hope he'll forgive me later if I get him some bacon, and not maul me out of jealousy one night while I'm sleeping.

[ He holds the bottle out to her and pulls it back teasingly as she reaches for it, but eventually behaves himself and shares. ]

Phil'd disapprove of feeding him bacon, he always-- [ Yeah, maybe not the best train of thought. ] He's a loyal creature, naive bastard. He'll forgive you.

[He actually gets her the first time he pulls the bottle back, and if her position were any better she might have given him a friendly little shove. Instead, she gives him an 'are you kidding' look, but smiles up at him anyway.

Which quickly fades into a tiny flinch when she realizes her mistake.]

Don't have much experience with pets, so I'll take your word for it.

[There was the time Sharon and her were watching a dog for a girl they were helping, and for lack of a better place to put it, used the trunk. Somehow, she doesn't think that qualifies as... proper pet care techniques, in fact, she knows it doesn't she was told as much. So she'll just... keep that to herself.]

[ He looks as if saying that a guy's got to try, and throws in a casual shrug of the shoulder. ]

Awh, c'mon, Tasha, you can't not love that adorable face. [ Calling across to the dog, gaining a lazy wag of the tail and eyes looking at him fondly, he puts on a babying voice. ] Can she, handsome? No she can't.

[ Focusing back on Natasha, as if he's reading her mind. ] He's my baby, be nice to him, yeah?

[She laughs at him and looks over at the dog shaking her head.]

I assure you I can put up one hell of a fight, but ultimately he will win.

[Looking up at him with a raised brow.]

Of course. I wouldn't hurt him, intentionally.

[ It's got to be the alcohol because he's grinning, but it's the kind of sad grin that's forced and doesn't quite reach his eyes; if he pretends with the aid of the whiskey then maybe he can do it for real later on down the line. ]

Fury always wins, you should know that by now.

[She reaches up, brushing the backs of her fingers over his cheek and giving a sympathetic look. It will get easier right? Because she has a pretty good idea she knows how he feels, or pretty damn close.]

True, regardless of whether he has four legs or two.

[ He doesn't mean to, in fact he means to do the opposite, but before he realises what he's actually doing, Clint's leaning into the touch, sighing, and for a moment he forgets about the ache in his chest, the void that can never be filled. ]

There's so much to be said for a name.

[Lingering there a moment before she pulls her hand back, she takes the moment for what it is, someone craving a little human contact, but mostly unwilling to accept it.]

There certainly can can be.

[Names. She might not have mentioned it to Clint, yet, but she's no longer calling Bucky 'James', because after their second meeting, she realized that, while Bucky is part of her James, there is none of her James in Bucky. So.. Bucky is his name, and that is what she will call him. It's easier for her that way.]

What is your Fury like?

[One day, when the wound isn't so raw for him, she'll ask him to tell her more about Coulson, today is not that day.]

[ He's grateful for that, and one day he might admit that to her, when it's less painful to think about him without breaking inside. It would be one thing for him to leave the City, but he knows when he follows him out, he won't be there waiting. ]

Big, black, badass. The usual. Guess he can't be much different no matter what universe he's in. Right?

[She's an assassin, she's nothing if not patient. And stubborn.

But wait.. what?

She stares up at him like "What?"]

Black? [Blink. Blink.] Huh... he's white where I'm from, with dark hair, gray on the sides. Eye patch... and all the attitude that comes with it.

[ The surprise switching over, Clint pushes himself up a bit, elbow digging into the cushion so he can get a better look at her. ]

Fury's got hair? That's something I've gotta see. [ But surprise aside, he snorts. ] Yeah, the eye patch is a thing, and the attitude sounds about right.

[She nods.. And laughs.] I take it he doesn't where you're from then? [She's grinning up at him now.] Well, at least that's one thing that can be counted on no matter where we are.

Bald as the day he was born. Gives him an edge. [ Mocking aside, though, he does respect the man, even if he doesn't always put out all the facts. ] Never thought I'd say it, but it's a comforting thought.

That's funny, I don't think I can even picture him like that. [Settling again, she looks oddly at ease at this news.] Funny thing is, I completely agree with you.

Should get Rogers to draw you up a sketch, not exactly the real thing, but the guy's good with a pencil.

It would be better than nothing. Where's that bottle?

[ Switching it from his left hand furthest away to his right, Clint offers it out to her. ]

You got around to meeting everyone?

[Accepts the bottle and lifts her head up enough to get a drink.] I've spoken with them...

Edited (whoops. ) 2012-12-09 22:48 (UTC)

Any of 'em remotely like what you're used to?

Close. But not quite the same.

How long've you been an Avenger?

Off an on for far too long, I'm not right now, I work with SHIELD.

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