barton (and_circuses) wrote in districtmarvel, @ 2016-01-30 19:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | clint barton, natasha romanoff |
Who: Clint and Natasha
Where: Clint's place
What: Strategizing
When: Couple days after the announcement, and after their various texting conversations
Clint had barely sat still since the announcement. Even sleep, which was rare and fitful at best, seemed fluttery and unrestful. It was as if he was afraid his heart would stop if he stayed in one place for too long and, at least for the next month, that wasn't an option. Other than the clutter -- books and notebooks, bits of paper, his notes on 13 -- the only noticeable change to the apartment was that the gold-dipped bow and arrows he'd used in his Games weren't glued over his mantle anymore. The dried blood beneath his nails gave a hint as to how they'd been removed.
But he didn't talk about that, when Nat arrived. Weeks since they'd seen each other in person, and it should've been strange, maybe, except that it wasn't. Or at least, not strange in the way that it might have been. The conversation topics (the temperature of the Districts, the tentative plan to break everyone out of the Arena, and so on) may have been surreal, but the act of her being there was, mercifully, normal. He'd greeted her at the door with a hug and a bowl of wild mushroom risotto and they'd been focused and productive ever since.
"I'm just saying," Clint said, his thumbs sweeping under her shoulder blades as he looked over her shoulder at the map on the table. Her back was, predictably, a mass of tension beneath his fingers, but Clint was restless and needed something to do with his hands. "A retirement tour would be a good cover. Expected, even. I could pick up whatever information I can and feed it back to you. It'd be good to have some eyes and ears in Districts other than Eight."