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I got a question.

If big!me left me!me an equation that I'd never seen 'fore but that'll come in super, duper handy sometimes, can I say it's still mine even tho it was big!me who came up with it? How's that work? Cause I can't cite my sources if I don't know what to put.

[The PDA turns on mid scuffle]

I'll give you two seconds to tell me what's going on here, otherwise you're not going to like me very much. [there is a sound, which is Remy's Bo-staff extending] Alright, I warned ya.

[There is the sound of metal hitting metal]

What the...

[Remy is cut off as the knights grab him and eventually manhandle him out of the library]

Just FYI, nobody is allowed to mention the last few weeks to me. Ever. And if I hear anything even remotely resembling the words adorable, precious, sweet, or darling, I will shoot you.

[ Cordelia ]
100% back to normal and moving myself off the couch.

Great Googly Moogly, is this really it? I mean, really and truly this time? Because I've gotta say, this ... isn't exactly what I was expecting. Big White Gates, maybe. More pearly than white, but minor details. Although this is definitely more dusty than pearly. Much less gatey and more ... creepy library. You know what, maybe I just took a wrong turn somewhere. I mean, come on, there wasn't even a welcoming committee waiting in the wings. I think I at least earned that, right?

Looks like we're not in Kansas anymore, Peter.

( The first thing anyone hears is the sound of a guitar playing out the intro of a song, followed by Clint’s voice as he sings. He’s actually pretty good. )

Wake up, Maggie, I think I got something to say to you. It’s late September and I really should be back at school. I know I keep you amused, but I feel I’m being used. Oh, Maggie, I couldn’t have tried any more.

( Natasha sounds annoyed. Very annoyed. But also calm. )

Clint. You’ve got five seconds to stop singing before I take the guitar and throw it out of the window. ( There’s a brief pause before she sounds slightly confused ) Wait, where did you get a guitar?

( Clint laughs, but stops playing. When he speaks he sounds amused. )

What’s the matter, Nat? Don’t like the song? I can sing something else if you want. ( There’s a slight pause, before he plays something else. ) And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson. Jesus loves you more than you will know. Woah woah woah. ( He stops singing, but keeps playing ) Hustled some assholes at darts and picked it up from a pawn shop. I was bored.

( Natasha takes an audible deep breath and sounds calm. Although there’s a tense note to her words. )

Keep singing and you’ll regret ever buying it, Barton.

( There’s an amused snort, but Clint obediently switches to playing a less annoying song choice, New York State of Mind. )

You’re stifling my creative pursuits, Tash. It’s downright hurtful. ( a pause ) So...meet any nice teenagers while you were out?

( There’s the sound of something - a cushion - being thrown across the room towards him. However, she’s beginning to sound less annoyed. )

Did you unintentionally flirt with anyone else while I wasn’t looking?

( There’s a sound of the cushion smacking into the wall as Clint ducks. Rather than being annoyed at her question, he just laughs. )

At least mine are legal. And I’m pretty sure I didn’t. But how would I ever know without you to tell me?

( Tasha snorts, and sounds mildly amused. )

You wouldn’t. One day that’s going to get you into trouble, Clint.

( Clint laughs, playing idly on the guitar as he speaks. )

Trouble is my middle name, Koshechka. And you’ll always bail me out of it, anyway.

( Tasha smiles - and it can be heard in her voice. )

That’s true, Lastochka. I will always bail you out. (a pause) But that is not your middle name.

( He gives slight hum of agreement. )

True. But trouble rolls off the tongue better than Francis. ( a pause ) And I’ll always bail you out too, Tash.

( A very small, gentle and quick laugh. She sounds at ease. )

I know you will, Clint. Even if I get caught for kissing teenagers.

( Another laugh, this one louder and properly amused. )

Especially then. ( a pause as he sets the guitar on the floor ) Want something to eat? Someone once told me I make the best omelettes this side of Russia...which may or may not have been a compliment, since I’m not sure how prevalent omelettes are in Russian cooking.

( An amused hum, followed by a laugh. )

I think that someone was me, and I can always go for your cooking.