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Clint Barton	It's afternoon when Clint finishes up his day at the Trisk firing off a text to Skye to say he's going out to visit Kate and another to Kate to ask if it was alright he visited. It read: Hawkeye >> Yo. Mini-me, I can bring beer if you've got a bit of time to talk. Oh, and also pizza, because Gino's. As he waits on the reply he makes his way to the subway and hops the line to Brooklyn.
Kate Bishop	The text bings, and for once it's not her boss. Then again, it's the end of the month and while she'd been flush last this week was scraping along towards an agonizingly slow finish and move into the next month. And her father was insisting on holding August's portion of her inheritance against Kate showing up for Sunday dinner. Apparently he felt she'd been begging off too many Sundays and 'missed' her. Whatever it was, Kate wasn't looking forward to it. Hawkeye >> Tell Gino you're bringing it to me. He might throw in garlic bread. Hey, why not. She wasn't going to be kissing Clint. And John, well, she hadn't talked to him in weeks. Not since the time she'd texted him while on stakeout. Hawkeye >> Door is open. Taking a quick shower. Let yourself in. Lucky might want out. "Hey, Lucky, chew on Clint's leg for me when he gets here." Lucky dutinfully thumps his tail on the floor. "Traitor. Fine. Let him in. I'll be done shortly."
Clint Barton	Clint fires back: Hawkeye >> Sure thing. See you in a couple. A short time later Clint lets himself into Kate's appartment with pizza, garlic bread and beer, he's barely in the door before he's hit by incoming Lucky, who jumps up sniffing at his food. "Hey, easy," he says tossing the pizza and garlic bread to the counter and using his freed hand to give Lucky's head a scratch. "Missed you too, c'mon, your boss wanted me to take you out." Clint drops off the beer and hooks Lucky to the leash before leading him out the door and back down to the hot Brooklyn streets. A short walk, and a few chats with neighbours later Clint and Lucky return, Clint undoing Lucky's leash from his collar and setting him free in the apartment. "Hey Katie, we're back," Clint calls, taking out a beer and putting it on is forehead. It was New York in July, which meant it's muggy as hell as evidenced by the sweating can he holds against his head with a contented 'ahhh'.
Kate Bishop	Others might find it funny that they're using the same moniker in texts. And if you didn't know the referents in either you'd be confused, but it was just another of those things. Hawkeye >> Not if I see you first! Still laughing, Kate lets herself have a long, steamy shower, because why not? It's her night off. Someone was bringing pizza and beer, and if she ignored her phone she could legitimately tell JJ or her father that she hadn't seen any texts from them should any come in. It was a perfect plan. She knows Clint has arrived by the sounds of Lucky trying to convince him to play tug of war in the livingroom, plunking his favourite heavy rope toy down on the floor, picking it up and plunking down again closer, like 'hey hooman, see? the thing. the thing is here. throw the thing'. Lucky, it should be noted, lived in perpetual belief that everyone was going to play with him. Kate truly doubted he would save her from a breakin, but he did keep her company, so there was that. "Mind if I come out in jammies?" She hadn't decided yet if she were patrolling or not later, but her nightie was cooler than anything else she could put on, and in this heatwave that was always appreciated. "Sorry about the lack of fans.È
Clint Barton	Clint always was a sucker for dogs, so when the rope toy is deposited at his feet, Clint forgoes cooling himself with his beer to give Lucky some play time, further enhancing Lucky's belief that the world is full of people just waiting to play. Kate's question gets a chuckle, "Yeah, no need to dress to impress here," he says and nods. "Yeah didn't leave you many, so I'll say some of the lack of fans is my bad." He gives the rope toy a toss and then flops down on the couch. "How are you liking the place?"
Kate Bishop	Kate peeks out of the bedroom, "What do you need fans for. Isn't your fancy Grenwich home all central air? Would have thought with your girl being all up in the computer stuff." She says computer stuff like she doesn't know any better. For his part, Lucky's faith in the world has been reinforced and he is one happy doggo, doing a buttwiggled, growly, backstepping pull on the rope trying to tug it away from Clint. Kate's hair is still wrapped in a towel when she comes from the bedroom, and she's dressed in a knee length nightie. Dark purple, with lettering over the chest that proclaims: Who says you can't eat crackers in bed? She had no clue why she'd bought it, other than she supposed she'd hoped John would come over some evening and.. yeah, well, he had warned her, right? Moving along, Katie. Moving along. "So what brings you around. Because I have to tell you I'm not giving you the rest of the fans, and finders keepers on those bowstrings." She curls upon the end of her couch, tucking legs up underneath her.
Clint Barton	Clint nods and finally opens his beer. "Yeah we do, took them for a project initially, but never got time to finish it, remind me when I go home, I'll load them up in the van and bring them by tomorrow." Because yes, they totally had central air and it was amazing. When Kate appears Clint grins at the nightie. "Cute," he observes. "Pizza and beer are on the counter." "Totally fine on the bowstrings," he glances at them. They were good ones too, he flinches a little. "And well, was thinking of doing a little side heroing and wondered if you wanted to help me out."
Kate Bishop	Kate gets back up and heads to the kitchen for food and beer. "Sheesh. You could have put them on the coffee.. ah, nevermind. Lucky couch surfs. Well, not reall. I give him the crusts. Sometimes he forgets to wait till the slice part is done." There's a grin, and she disappears only to come back with two slices on a plate, and a beer in the other hand. The lamenting look for the bowstrings is noted, "Hey, you left them here. There were cobwebs on the packages. I had to call in an excavation team to dig them out. We're talking archeologists in my living space for weeks. It was horrible. No way. they're mine." She's still laughing when she sits again, and is hit with the rest of his statement. "Huh. You mean, like out in the streets, on the rooftops? Me and you? Hawkeye and Hawkeye like that old detective show.. what was it again? Not the MacMillan and Wife one. The other one.. Hart to Hart!"
Clint Barton	"Yeah, he was already making a move on them when I came through the door, figured they'd be safer out there," Clint explains after taking a sip of his beer to quench his thirst. Kate's description of searching for the bow strings gets a laugh out of Clint. "It wasn't that bad!" he protests. "You make it sound like I had King Tut as my decorator." "Wait, which cop show was that one?" Clint asks trying to remember. "And yeah, something like that. I am trying to find my feet and figured how better to get back into it but with you, Kate."
Kate Bishop	Kate balances her plate on her knees and opens her beer. "Was too that bad. You can't prove it wasn't. Whole teams of them. Couldn't use my bathroom for a week while they make sure there weren't fossils there. They're coming back in the spring and moving the furniture. Making a documentary and everything.." She just shakes her head, making it get more ridiculous by the moment, and looking utterly serious as she does it, too. "But seriously, you want to do the streets with me? Don't you have like a cool gang you hang with, and the SHIELD folks too?" She gestures with her pizza, "Husband and wife. She had the big hair. Millionaires. Travelled the world.. Kinda like Murder She Wrote, only with more money and sex appeal."
Clint Barton	"Uh-huh," Clint says grinning. "Sorry my hearing aids must not be working, I am trying to read your lips but all I'm seeing is bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, and that can't be right." He sticks his tongue out at her to boot. "I do, but there's a bit of a lull in SHIELD stuff right now and..." he pauses a little trying to decide how glib or heartfelt he wanted to be right now. He settles on heartfelt. "Honestly, I'm feeling lost, I don't feel at home with the Avengers and well SHEILD is SHIELD, they've got plenty of people to handle the little things, they only call me in when stuff has flown way off the handle. I dunno, I guess I figured getting back out on the streets might be good for centering myself, and you know, doing some good on a personal level. It's one thing to fight some alien threat or take down a Hydra cell, but there's something about helping real people directly, that I don't know, speaks to me I guess. You know what I mean?" Though despite the heartfelt turn he still manages to snap and declare, "Right, I remember that one now. Robert Wagner right?" he says before adding. "Also, speaking of Murder She Wrote, how is there anyone left in Cabot Cove? Seriously, that's not a big town but people kept getting murdered every week."
Kate Bishop	Kate laughs at the bullshit commentary. "Does your girlfriend know you say things like that with the mouth that kisses her?" Adding, to the tongue sticking out, "Use it or lose it." It felt.. a lot like old times. Only maybe more relaxed? Kate wasn't sure. After all, he was still that same tall blonde archer she'd fallen in love with, and it wasn't like her love life had improved any, but maybe she'd gotten past some of that, to where she could still look at him fondly as the guy who got away (like she'd ever had him on her hook. Not.) and truthfully, she'd missed this. "That sucks. I know what you mean, though. JJ doesn't really need me. Pretty sure she'd trying to get me to quit. Only I can't seem to get my own thing off the ground. And Matt has his girlfriend back, and his gang, I mean, okay, I can hang with them, but I'm not really one of the, you know? It's obvious. I feel like poor Karen does hanging out with them - and I'm darn good with a bow. I don't know." She's thoughtful as she munches on her slice, tossing Lucky a piece of pepperoni. "Robert Wagner, yeah. Him. Total eye candy. And I know, right? Like seriously, do they have a black hole that vacationers fall into and suddenly they live there now so new episodes can be filmed? You'd think with a per capita murder rate like theirs the property values would have tanked.. maybe that's it. Cheap houses." She shrugs. "Seriously, though? You and me." She tries to read his features to see if he's kidding, or just how serious this is. "I've been thinking alot about, I don't know. Packing up and moving to the West coast. Mind you, jerk lives there. Still so angry about that. Can I help your archer with her gear." She minces the words. "Like I wasn't even there."
Clint Barton	"Oh trust me, she says a /lot/ worse than that," Clint assures with a grin. Clint gets up and snags some pizza as he talks. Definitely feeling like old times, pizza and beers after a hard night of hitting the streets. "So, feeling sort of pushed out too, huh?" Clint says as he drops slices onto his plate. "Sucks, doesn't it? But you're right you're damn good with a bow, and I know you do some good out there, sometimes I get your fan mail, remind me and I'll bring the box over from the Mansion." "Really? Him, eye candy?" Clint asks of Robert Wagner as he heads back to the couch. "I guess," he says. "I keep seeing him as Number Two in those Austin Powers movies," he says flopping down again. "And right? Like who would move there? I mean the place has to have a higher murder rate than most neighbourhoods in Detroit." He does give a nod for the cheap houses angle as he chews, "Good point," he says looking away to hide a full mouth. Clint looks back and wipes his mouth with his hand. He looks serious, and lost, "The West Coast? Huh. Things that bad?" he asks seriously. "And wait, the green guy said /that/? Maybe we should Zeta to Starling and kick his ass as our first outing." He nods, then, "But yeah, I'm serious. I want to get back into this and I'd love your help."
Kate Bishop	"I bet she does," Kate says looking saddened for a moment. Yeah, she might know it's not to be, but it still aches a little. "I'm really glad you found someone who makes you happy. You and that endless line of autograph seekers. I don't know, did you even really like that?" There's a nod for the feeling pushed out. "Don't get me wrong. It's not on purpose. In fact I'm sure they'd welcome me with open arms, it's just.. I don't know. I keep seeing me in their shadows. They have this thing between them all. Old jokes. Old stories. Even their new stories have old jokes." There's a laugh, then. "Oh, he so totally said that. Didn't even say hello. Like rude. So. Rude." Kate looks utterly disgusted, even as she's laughing. "Yeah. We should go splatter him with paintball arrows. Like who does he think he is anyway? He didn't even see what I had on my. Bet he can't hit five targets in a single shot - speaking of which, you still owe me for that bet, and I told them at the bow shop that it's a go. I'm going to see if I can get some backers for the program and boost the signal. Maybe get the kids a bow each. A starter they can keep coming back to use. Give them a reason to stay off the streets. Unlike a bad boy archer I know. You and your circus tricks."
Clint Barton	Clint notes the saddened looks and takes a sip of his beer to give Kate a moment of privacy. "Thanks," Clint says before making a face about the whole fame thing. "At first, sure, I figured I'd be spending my life in the shadows with SHEILD, but then suddenly I was famous," he says with a little shrug. "Honestly though, it was all empty, the girls didn't really care who I was just that I was famous. I think I liked the kids better, they I don't know, looked up to me, I mean they were just seeing the guy on the poster too, but I dunno it was more honest, plus I could teach them cool stuff." He gives a shrug to it all. "Yeah, I get that, sort of like us, all those layers of shared stories and jokes, hard to crack." "Ugh," Clint says. "Did he talk like Tarzan? Me Green Arrow, me shoot good? Because he sounds like he acts like he was raised by apes," he says before pausing. "It was apes with Tarazan right, wolves for Mogli right?" The mention of the bet gets an expansive roll of Clint's eyes, "Fine, fine, I'll make good." Though there is an eager nod for the program. "Awesome, definitely count me in on that, I'll see who else I can get to help back them too, use those Avengers contacts for good," he says before chuckling when Kate brings up his past, "I had bad role models," he says. "Which makes all of this more important, besides one of these kids is bound to be really good and be /your/ Hawkeye to train. Only fair in the cosmic sense."
Kate Bishop	"Tarzan the one who was rich or the one with the snake?" Kate shrugs. "Actually, they're really similar stories, aren't they? And was it wolves? I know there was a snake. One of those classics I only read the Coles notes for. Disney ruined everything." She watches him talk about fame - she's had moment, but never that. And never because of her archery prowess. It was always her father's daughter this. Heiress to the Bishop Publishing fortune that. Still, she understood. "What was it like, meeting this girl. Daisy, right? I mean, what was different for you that she stood out from all of those autograph seekers." Clint had never been with someone this long. And he didn't look like he was moving on anytime in the near future. Worse, Clint didn't even seem aware of exactly how comfortably (and happily, Kate had to admit grudgingly to herself) settled he was. "We really have to go find that Green Archer guy and show him. But not before we hit up our friends for money.. What?" Okay, now he's got her attention. "Why are we talking cosmic thingies? And why am I the one who gets to train the kid. I have a dog!" Like that somehow excused her.
Clint Barton	"Tarzan was the rich one, Mogli was the one with the snake, and yeah, just realizing that too, what was parenting like back in the day if they thought being raised by animals was a cool alternative." Clint says with a smirk. "Skye," Clint corrects. "Well, that's the name she prefers," the details of her real name was a story that would take a lot more time and beer, besides it wasn't his to tell. How they met though that was tellable. "Honesty, she had no clue who I was, and I was sort of a jerk to her too, so, I guess part of it was she liked me even though she didn't have a reason to and I dunno, things just clicked. Well, at least after Nat pushed us together." "Totally have to find him," Clint agrees. "And no, no, unless you can teach Lucky to shoot training the next Hawkeye is on you. It's like the rules or something."
Kate Bishop	"Wait.. you had a wingman? And had to be pushed together.. Just how much of a jerk were you, and what, let me guess, ten paces at dawn and nat got tired of waiting for someone to shoot someone and decided to make it short so she could go home for breakfast?" Oh, Katie is laughing at this. "And fine, Skye - wait.. not Matt's Skye? Like the little girl he .. oh wow. Okay. That just suddenly makes sense. And newsflash, Barton, you're always a jerk." She'd say more, but he's happy. He's clearly happy, and her lack of a love or dating life wasn't his problem. "I bet I could teach Lucky to shoot," Kate ponders, like that's going to get her out of her karmic debt. "So, fine, the next one is mine. Then what, my duty to the gods is done and I can die in peace? This doesn't pass on back to you, does it?"
Clint Barton	"It's a long story," Clint says before launching into the tale, the bad jokes when they met, the long talks, the almost hook up in the elevator to his ex giving them that final shove. "That's the one, forgot you knew Matt, too, small world right?" he says before smirking. "And fine, I'm a jerk." "I'd love to see that," Clint says about her teaching Lucky to shoot. "And nah, it just keeps going one Hawkeye to the next, until the heat death of the universe. Or you know, people stop using bows and arrows, but since it's been like tens of thousands of years so far, I figure we've got time."
Kate Bishop	"So, what you're saying is we're solely responsible for life, the universe and everything continuing. As long as the sacred bow is passed downb. Gotcha." She smirks, and tosses Lucky a crust, working on her second piece now. "You know, I want to hate her and I can't. I mean, I do, but I don't know. She sounds good for you. You seem happier. Meanwhile I'm up to strike three. Giving serious thought to that suggestion of Darcy's other than she scares me just a little." Okay, a whole lot. Darcy scared Kate a whole lot.
Clint Barton	"Pretty much," Clint says with a solemn nod. "The bow must continue." He snorts and shakes his head. "Thanks, and I seem happier? Huh. One of those things that's hard to see from the inside," he says. "And wait, what did Darcy suggest?" he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
Kate Bishop	"You were there! The whole ball gag and strap on.. oh no. it was Danny. Oh." Kate flushes furiously. "And what do you mean you can't see you're happier? Aren't you happier?" Deflect like your life depends on it, Kate! Deflect!
Clint Barton	"Oh wait, no I /was/ there, yeah that's pretty terrifying," Clint says with a laugh. "Though Darcy'd probably go easy on you," he says with a laugh, knowing that wasn't the point. "And sure I feel happier, just wasn't aware that I was /acting/ happier, not even sure what that looks like," Clint admits. "But I am apparently?" he asks Kate curious for her take.
Kate Bishop	"Okay, then I wasn't going crazy." Not that this has helped her flushing any. Darcy was rather forward. "And yeah, you're relaxed. Differently, I mean. LIke I don't. Your jokes aren't all coverups hiding you. And you don't feel like you're trying to find the fastest way out of a room anymore. You're like real." Which seemed infinitely odd to say. And only continued to add up the evidence that she just wasn't the one. "Can I ask you, though? How does someone like me go about finding someone. I mean, I don't want to just go hunt someone up, but I'm not ugly. I'm smart. I'm funny. I'm competent. I'm rich - though that's complicated. Why doesn't anyone want me? I keep feeling like I'm missing something that if I understood it, this would all make sense."
Clint Barton	Smiling at Kate's flushed cheeks, "Yeah, you're sane," he promises before taking in the changes. "Yeah?" he asks trying to see them in himself and coming up short. "I'll take your word for it, because you'd know, but huh, totally flew under my radar." Clint should have guessed that question was coming, he gives it some thought before replying honestly: "I don't know, Katie. Hell, I barely know how I managed to find Skye or Nat, or Bobbi," he considers each for a moment. "I guess most of the people I've been with came through SHIELD now that I think of it. Anyhow I guess the best advice to give you is be where there's people that interest you on either side of your life, and just let things take their course." He turns then looking at her seriously, "I don't know why the people you met haven't wanted you yet, but I don't think you're missing anything, you're hot, rich and awesome, just focus on being you and the rest of this will sort itself out."
Kate Bishop	"Right. Hot. Please don't make me throw a pillow at you." The rest of her slice is fed to Lucky, who is more than grateful hismistress is about to launch into a wallow, because woo! Free pizza. He does thump his tail rather sympathetically, though. After all, she is missing out on good pizza. "Maybe I should join SHIELD," she jokes. "Fat lot of good being a Defender has done for me." Not that she was really one of those. "Oh well, it was a stupid question. I'm tired of trying anyway. But yeah, we can do the patrol thing. When did you want to start?"
Clint Barton	Clint laughs. "Are you sure you can hit me at this range?" he asks totally asking for it and already half-way ducking. There's a smile for Lucky and he tosses his crust to him as well just to see that tail whump more. "Hey you'd be welcome," Clint says of SHEILD. "I'd say the Avengers too but I'm still working out if /I'd/ be welcome there." He shakes his head. "Fortunately we've both got Team Hawkeye," he says offering a fist bump. "Might be shit for romantic prospects but at least we have fun." He shakes his head with a chuckle. "I'd say tonight, but I am kind of digging the Hawkeye hangout, so, tomorrow?"
Kate Bishop	"Well, at least on Team Hawkeye neither of us will be getting any outside or inside aaction. I suppose I can live with that." And, yes, she does throw a pillow at him. Even if it is short range. "Tomorrow," Kate agrees. "I'll show you my usual patrol route. Ease you in. Wouldn't want you falling off a building after all. Old man like you out of comission for as long as you have been, I must be crazy thinking of taking you on as a partner. You sure she's not after you for your money?"
Clint Barton	Clint snorts, as he ducks the pillow watching it hit the wall before Lucky goes to fetch it assuming it was for him. "Sounds good," Clint says about the plans smirking at those last remarks. "Heh, well I was going to ask if my walker can fit on the rooftops, but I am sure it'll be fine," he says before shaking his head. "Pretty sure, she can probably find as much money as I have collecting pennies off the sidewalk."
Kate Bishop	"She must really like you then. Anyway, tomorrow night. Alley behind Josie's, upon the roof of the building across. Dress for movement. Bring your gear. We'll do practise shots if nothing jumps out at us." As if. Something always jumped out. There really was no danger of boredom here. "Thanks for dropping in."
Clint Barton	"She does" Clint confirms downing the rest of his beer and nodding about the instructions. "Sounds good, I'll be there." He doubted they'd be doing any practice shots too, he'd be away but no so long that he didn't know New York could always provide a bit of action. "No problem Katie, it was way past due."