purpleisbest (purpleisbest) wrote in ageofmarvels, @ 2016-03-06 20:51:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | hawkeye (clint) |
Narrative: Dog Days Are Here
Characters: Clint
NPC: Goons, a mutt
Location: New York
Timeline: [BACKDATED] March 4, 2016
Description: Clint buys an apartment building and gets a dog.
Rating: PG-13 (violence against people and animals)
Notes: With apologies to the comics from which the gist of this is lifted from.
In retrospect there had been signs. There had been letters actually - poorly worded ones, that nonetheless got across the point in big block letters, and red text that there was to be a sudden rent increase as of the first of next month. And those letters had been dated the 25th of February. Clint would find these letters later, once everything was said all tossed into a pile under his couch, along with a couple of overdue bills, and a stray arrow.
But there had been other signs, like guys (goons really) lurking around, being menacing. Other people spending time around outside the front of the building, taking pictures, making plans in loud voices about what they were going to build in this spot when the building to torn down . . . okay that last one really should have clued Clint in, but he was busy. Being an Avenger took up a lot of time, and there was the Charles Xavier death ... he was busy. Real busy.
Too busy to look for a new apartment.
That was what Clint told himself as he walked down the street, on his way to - well buy an apartment building. He had the funds, thanks to clearing out his savings (and man that had hurt, that savings had been built up, money he had gotten when he turned twenty-one from his parents estate -such as it was - that had been in trust for him. Savings he had managed to accumulate from his job, savings that would mean he always had a backup ....) and getting a loan from the bank.
But yes, this was about him being busy. And not about his neighbors freaking out about rent increases, neighbors that would be homeless. Neighbours that Clint cared about. This was about Clint, and his convenience. This wasn’t about helping other people, really. It wasn't.
He came to a stop outside of a empty looking store front, nodding at the fellows outside. Fellows that he recognized from the building, not residents but guys that were always around lately. Loitering. He'd do something about that if it continued once the building was his.
Outside with the fellows was a dog, now Clint wasn't sure what breed, but the dog looked friendly enough. Bending down, Clint paused with his hands over the dog's head, taking note of the wagging tail, but he wanted to make sure that petting the dog was okay. “Hey, if I ask if your dog is friendly, and you say yes, and then he bites me, and I make a scene about how you said that your dog is friendly, are you going to say ‘hey, that’s not my dog’?”
That got him a blank stare and Clint sighed as he began to pat the dog, people had no respect for classics now! Not that he did. He just liked that joke. The dog's tail wagged, and Clint smiled at it; “Good boy? Girl?” He looked up to the people around them who all just shrugged. “This your dog or -?”
“It’s ours.” One drawled. “But boy-dog, girl-dog, what does it matter?”
Frowning Clint gave the dog one final pat and then stood up. “Right, well.” He gave a nod of his head and entered the building.