[Clint and Bobbi have earned their rights to give each other shit. They've put in the work for years. She still loves him, even though she hasn't voiced those words for years. She's pretty sure he still loves her too.
Her fingers slow over his scalp while she's clearly thinking of a reply before picking up again. Tangling and untangling in the short hair they have. She misses his longer hair on occasion, but this also is a great look on him. Really though, any look is great on Clint Barton in her eyes. ]
Maybe. If he's as special to her as you are to me... [She doubts it though because he'd said it right. That they hadn't been romantic like that. It's hard for Bobbi to imagine any relationship with anyone could be as deep and layered as theirs is. Some large part of that is not thanks to the fact that she purposefully doesn't let anyone close. Because she's afraid of getting hurt? Because she doesn't want anyone but him? Who knows.]
No one knows me like you. You've always got "punching people who insult Bobbi Morse" rights in my book. [He legally is still her next of kin in all that mess like they'd talked about before, so surely this also includes punching people in he honor.]
( he shifts a little under her weight, both her physical weight and the weight of her answer. there's a lot of him that wants this to stay a light conversation, cosy and familiar, one that sticks to how important they still are to one another because they've danced around it enough times. they both know they still care about each other, even if clint would say it's inconvenient, even if he'd say it'd be easier if she didn't still care about him because it'd make the amount of times he's fucked up since they broke up (again, and again) a little easier to deal with.
he hums, then, thoughts sliding a little sideways at her answer, and he tells her, idle and a little distracted— ) I'd be just as happy to watch you punching them, Birdie. ( because she's hot and she can be terrifying, and she's hot when she's terrifying.
—but how does he say he hadn't been able to shut his mouth when natasha had said (not)he'd dressed as ronin, had run around killing? it's not like it's out of the realm of possibility, not like he doesn't know what he'd be capable of doing if circumstances were just wrong enough. not like he doesn't know what he'd planned on doing when he'd run off to confront norman osborn. what he'd do if anyone, anything hurt bobbi. it's not that skrulls don't count (they do), it's that he knows he'd have done the same thing if it hadn't been skrulls.
so he doesn't. )
—Even though I don't think I'd be waiting to ask your permission.
[They dance on the edge of emotion often, probably because both of them are exactly the type to be filled with it even if they express it in other ways. She doesn't let it overflow tonight though.
Instead she just gives his chest an affectionate nuzzle.]
Of course you want to watch me fight, Hawky. I am gorgeous when I punch people.
[She's gorgeous all the times of course, so punching people also is included on that. At least that's what she tells herself. She considers the fact that Clint wouldn't wait for permission and thinks it's probably good that maybe none of these people know her.
Because she can be a lot sometimes so she could only imagine how other hers might be. She searches for a topic to help keep the conversation light and settles on oe that she thinks Clint might get some amusement out of.]
Rogers asked me how I knew him in our world. I told him I helped break him out of prison once. [She says very pleased with herself, cryptic bullshit is exactly the stuff she likes to mess around with and getting a go to give Steve Rogers some shit is absolutely rare. Hell, it's not anything she's ever gotten to do with their own Steve really.]
( not just when she punches people, he thinks, but he hums in agreement to her statement nevertheless. she's not wrong, is she? )
Yeah, and I like it when you put on a show.
( bucky had mentioned steve, had mentioned how he hadn't been sure if he was from bucky's world or a different one which, now that clint's met a couple of their counterparts, he think it probably speaks to bucky and steve as being from the same-or-similar worlds. there were aspects of natasha that were the same as far as appearances went, but she'd been (a lot) shorter. the hair had been similar, but there's a lot of people out there with red hair, and it's not the sort of thing to hinge recognising a whole entire person on.
if steve looked familiar enough to bucky to recognise on sight, that probably meant something.
(whatever.)
she's not wrong, though — her response earns a laugh. it's vague and it's unhelpful, and it's exactly the sort of thing that bobbi would get amusement out of, especially with someone like steve. he can't blame her for giving him shit, he'd do exactly the same thing—. )
[Her hand slows in his hair and slips back down to just settle on his shoulder. They've snuggled like this a million times, but in recent years it's always been after sex. There's something about this that makes it different that crawls up under her ribcage in a weird feeling of contentment that she's afraid to break.]
He was mostly concerned about the concept of having multiple hulks when I said Red Hulk.
[ She shrugs as much as she can with her face still on his chest. It's kind of a weird way to do it but whatever works. That jailbreak was fun though, a whole group of badass women, it made Bobbi think that maybe teams weren't really so bad again.]
I thought it might be a little much to ask if him if was a member of Hydra on first meeting but let's hope not.
( for a few moments, he's not really listening to her. sure, the words are there and they half-register — concern, multiple, hulks — but his attention is more on her, the shape of her mouth as she speaks, the feeling of her voice, the warmth of her breath. )
You'll give the old man a heart attack if you ask that and he's not. ( a pause, lingering and contemplative. that whole PERIOD OF TIME hadn't been especially fun, but— ) So when you do it, you've gotta promise to only do it when I'm around to see it, please.
( because it's a slightly better topic than, say, bruce or cho. given everything. )
[Let's be honest. No time in their lives has been especially fun and Bobbi realizes they're dodging landmines left and right no matter where they move the conversation to. Which is probably why they mostly just fuck anyways. She gives him a soft laugh at the last comment though.]
Pinky promise. [She tells him sweetly even though she knows she will absolutely not be being the one broaching that topic. No, no, that's all to be left for Sharon because let's be honest that's her fish to fry. She hums softly for a moment, her mind clearly flashing through some of their own relationship before asking.]
You think if we ask Aurora we can get a bigger bathtub? These ones are stupid tiny.
( he knows, ultimately, that neither of them are likely going to be the ones to broach that whole topic. even if sharon wasn't here, it's not what clint would lead with, and now he's met nat, it's definitely not what clint would lead with. at this point, he's not sure what he'd start with, if the myriad of differences are anything to go by.
maybe it's a conversation just better not had at all. (he knows that's not true.) (but he knows enough, too, to not expect anything.)
it's autopilot, then — more-or-less, at any rate — that has him sliding back on the sofa to sit not quite up, but enough to be looking down at bobbi more than he had. ) —Mm? ( light, questioning, teasing. ) Who's this 'we', Birdie?
[She shifts a little bit so that she can look up at him from his chest and gives him a smile.]
Well I sure as hell am not wanting to crawl into a bath with anyone else here. [She says all fond at him and brings her hand up to paw a bit as his cheek fondly, teasing him right back.]
But I'm impartial as to whose apartment gets the upgrade. Can make use of either yours or mine.
[In some ways it feels like she's doing the wrong thing. Making the attention distinctly more flirtatious then it should be. Like they were trying so good to just cuddle and be normal. Yet there's nothing normal about either of them, and that quadruples when you put them together as a couple.
As long as Clint lets her cuddle with him, she's going to be taking him up on it because let's be honest. This is the closest she's felt to being real person since she's been here.]
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Her fingers slow over his scalp while she's clearly thinking of a reply before picking up again. Tangling and untangling in the short hair they have. She misses his longer hair on occasion, but this also is a great look on him. Really though, any look is great on Clint Barton in her eyes. ]
Maybe. If he's as special to her as you are to me... [She doubts it though because he'd said it right. That they hadn't been romantic like that. It's hard for Bobbi to imagine any relationship with anyone could be as deep and layered as theirs is. Some large part of that is not thanks to the fact that she purposefully doesn't let anyone close. Because she's afraid of getting hurt? Because she doesn't want anyone but him? Who knows.]
No one knows me like you. You've always got "punching people who insult Bobbi Morse" rights in my book. [He legally is still her next of kin in all that mess like they'd talked about before, so surely this also includes punching people in he honor.]
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he hums, then, thoughts sliding a little sideways at her answer, and he tells her, idle and a little distracted— ) I'd be just as happy to watch you punching them, Birdie. ( because she's hot and she can be terrifying, and she's hot when she's terrifying.
—but how does he say he hadn't been able to shut his mouth when natasha had said (not)he'd dressed as ronin, had run around killing? it's not like it's out of the realm of possibility, not like he doesn't know what he'd be capable of doing if circumstances were just wrong enough. not like he doesn't know what he'd planned on doing when he'd run off to confront norman osborn. what he'd do if anyone, anything hurt bobbi. it's not that skrulls don't count (they do), it's that he knows he'd have done the same thing if it hadn't been skrulls.
so he doesn't. )
—Even though I don't think I'd be waiting to ask your permission.
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Instead she just gives his chest an affectionate nuzzle.]
Of course you want to watch me fight, Hawky. I am gorgeous when I punch people.
[She's gorgeous all the times of course, so punching people also is included on that. At least that's what she tells herself. She considers the fact that Clint wouldn't wait for permission and thinks it's probably good that maybe none of these people know her.
Because she can be a lot sometimes so she could only imagine how other hers might be. She searches for a topic to help keep the conversation light and settles on oe that she thinks Clint might get some amusement out of.]
Rogers asked me how I knew him in our world. I told him I helped break him out of prison once. [She says very pleased with herself, cryptic bullshit is exactly the stuff she likes to mess around with and getting a go to give Steve Rogers some shit is absolutely rare. Hell, it's not anything she's ever gotten to do with their own Steve really.]
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Yeah, and I like it when you put on a show.
( bucky had mentioned steve, had mentioned how he hadn't been sure if he was from bucky's world or a different one which, now that clint's met a couple of their counterparts, he think it probably speaks to bucky and steve as being from the same-or-similar worlds. there were aspects of natasha that were the same as far as appearances went, but she'd been (a lot) shorter. the hair had been similar, but there's a lot of people out there with red hair, and it's not the sort of thing to hinge recognising a whole entire person on.
if steve looked familiar enough to bucky to recognise on sight, that probably meant something.
(whatever.)
she's not wrong, though — her response earns a laugh. it's vague and it's unhelpful, and it's exactly the sort of thing that bobbi would get amusement out of, especially with someone like steve. he can't blame her for giving him shit, he'd do exactly the same thing—. )
How'd he take that?
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He was mostly concerned about the concept of having multiple hulks when I said Red Hulk.
[ She shrugs as much as she can with her face still on his chest. It's kind of a weird way to do it but whatever works. That jailbreak was fun though, a whole group of badass women, it made Bobbi think that maybe teams weren't really so bad again.]
I thought it might be a little much to ask if him if was a member of Hydra on first meeting but let's hope not.
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You'll give the old man a heart attack if you ask that and he's not. ( a pause, lingering and contemplative. that whole PERIOD OF TIME hadn't been especially fun, but— ) So when you do it, you've gotta promise to only do it when I'm around to see it, please.
( because it's a slightly better topic than, say, bruce or cho. given everything. )
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Pinky promise. [She tells him sweetly even though she knows she will absolutely not be being the one broaching that topic. No, no, that's all to be left for Sharon because let's be honest that's her fish to fry. She hums softly for a moment, her mind clearly flashing through some of their own relationship before asking.]
You think if we ask Aurora we can get a bigger bathtub? These ones are stupid tiny.
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maybe it's a conversation just better not had at all.
(he knows that's not true.)
(but he knows enough, too, to not expect anything.)
it's autopilot, then — more-or-less, at any rate — that has him sliding back on the sofa to sit not quite up, but enough to be looking down at bobbi more than he had. ) —Mm? ( light, questioning, teasing. ) Who's this 'we', Birdie?
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Well I sure as hell am not wanting to crawl into a bath with anyone else here. [She says all fond at him and brings her hand up to paw a bit as his cheek fondly, teasing him right back.]
But I'm impartial as to whose apartment gets the upgrade. Can make use of either yours or mine.
[In some ways it feels like she's doing the wrong thing. Making the attention distinctly more flirtatious then it should be. Like they were trying so good to just cuddle and be normal. Yet there's nothing normal about either of them, and that quadruples when you put them together as a couple.
As long as Clint lets her cuddle with him, she's going to be taking him up on it because let's be honest. This is the closest she's felt to being real person since she's been here.]