Who: Clint Barton and Thor What: Thor and Clint Scheme for Memorial Day When: Friday Where: The farmhouse Warnings: Nah...unless your Glitter!Phil Coulson Status: Closed/Completed Gdoc
Thor had been making the rounds, working to check in on people, and Clint was one of those he wanted to make sure of. His plans had shifted of late and he had no idea what was truly going on, but he did not like it. It felt darker, and less hopeful. He pushed that all aside when he visited his friend, however.
He was smiling as he arrived, bringing as a present nacho cheese fries, nerf guns, and nonalcoholic but still strong Ambrosia that had a kick, even if it wouldn’t get Clint drunk. He would save that for when Clint was better. He also brought several terrible and great action movies.
“My friend! I bring revelry! Of the less life-threatening kind!”
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Clint was back at the farmhouse. He was spending a lot of time in his loft. A lot was on his mind. It felt right before a mission, and he didn’t like it one bit. There weren’t any bad guys here. Just his friends and some nice people he hadn’t met yet. It was a not so fun dilemma and he didn’t like it one bit.
When Thor showed up Clint actually had his arm in the sling (for once) and a smile actually came to his face to see the big lug. “Hey. Just what the doctor ordered.” Not. Really not. But it hadn’t been as if Clint had been obeying doctor’s orders anyway.
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Thor snerked. “I doubt that somehow. If there was a thing less likely to be on the approved list than what you normally do, me being here would likely be a candidate for that list.” He raised the items he had brought, anyway.
“Still and all, you seem more healed, and closer to health again, so I thought I would bring merriment, even if all of it cannot be done now.”
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“Ok,” Clint said with a smirk. “How about ‘What the doc don’t know won’t hurt me’?” He chuckled as he went to help unload the thunder god of everything he brought. His eyes lit up when he found the Ambrosia, not realizing that it wasn’t the really good stuff.
“Could definitely use a bit of merriment,” Clint said as he sat at the desk beside his bed. There were other chairs and small tv tray tables which he waved Thor to. “Y’know...before everything explodes into melodrama.”
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Thor snerked and shook his head. “And have half the people in our various groups kill me? No.” He poked Clint.
“A little merriment is good.”
He sighed at those last words. “Aye. None of that, for now.”
He waggled a finger at the other.
***
Clint snorted right back. “I’d like to see them try.” That would actually be kind of hilarious to see anyone try to do some kind of damage to Thor.
The chastisement made him lift his brows. That was interesting. Thor didn’t want to talk about the troubles. There could be a variety of reasons for that. Clint was curious which ones applied. “Boy I’m not allowed to do anything.”
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“Some merriment, until you heal. There are likely dramas and troubles and funs enough coming to make even you tired, my friend. Be patient, for the days grow longer, and the light brighter, and there will be many tales this summer, that I believe.” And for a moment, as he looked to Clint, Thor’s eyes showed all those long years he had lived, and a newfound lack of interest in too much crazy.
Then he shook his head and his smile was just as bright.
“But May 29th brings Memorial Day and I do believe we should plot some merriment for then. Who would expect it, with you still deeply recovering, and I never having showed such a side to them to see. There will be sun, and hot weather and much skimpy clothing, if Midgardians here celebrate it like they do back home.”
***
Clint knew that look in Thor’s eyes. He saw it himself in the mirror more and more these days. Back home it had been Tony to start with the stupid. Here it was Barnes and Rogers...Rogers, someone he never thought he’d add to the stupid list. That was making him really tired just thinking about.
They needed to get on top of this situation, get ahead of it before it began to explode. So far as he knew, no one had heard a peep from Hill. But maybe Thor was right. Maybe they needed to step outside of work mode to reset their brains. He could play along.
“I’m not deeply in healing,” he protested. “Those healers are pretty good.” Clint shrugged. “But you’re right. We should organize a barbeque either here or at your new hunny bunny’s house.” He smirked because of course he knew about this Pamela chick Thor was mooning over.
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Thor snerked. “I think here might be best. Gather all for fun, and for silliness, and for ambushes of water balloons and water guns.” Thor’s grin was wide, pushing aside his own fears, his own worries.
What would happen next? He had no idea.
But he knew to be ready for it. And sometimes, healing came from the oddest of places.
***
“Do you know how easy it would be to rig up waterballoon arrows?” Clint looked like a little kid at Christmas. Somewhere, somehow, Coulson should be afraid. “Insanely easy. Accuracy might be a problem.” Now he looked pensive. “Might have to do some beta testing.” Yes, Phil should definitely feel fear.
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“I do not. I leave such engineering in your hands.” Thor grinned at the man.
“A little merriness might well do people good.” He nodded. “I can be your mobile weapons platform, to use midgardian words.” He rubbed his hands together.
“What materials would you need?”
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Clint gave it some thought as he seemingly idly removed his arm from the sling. “Some lengths of graphite tubing. That would probably be the lightest. I’ll have to test out different lengths to figure out what would give the best balance.” He chewed on his lip, looking as if he were preparing for actual war.
“Balloons, obviously.” The fletching he could deal with on his own. “Fishing wire to attach them.”
***
Thor waited as the man thought. He respected Clint’s ability to plan for pranks as seriously as for war, and he also knew that one blended into the other. He smirked as he watched and listened, thinking…
“I could get all of that, and bring it to you, here. A project, of course, to keep you out of trouble.” His grin was entirely unashamed of itself.
***
“Out of trouble?” Clint gave Thor a look of abject disbelief. “You’re going to help me rig up waterballoon arrows and this is somehow going to keep me out of trouble?” He chuckled as a grin spread across his face. “I’m torn between wanting to see what your definition of trouble is and being slightly afraid to know.”
***
“No, my friend. But having a project for your hands while you recuperate is surely something that will keep you out of trouble, wont it?” His words were said with a chuckle and an earnest look that only Thor could pull off.
“Trouble is something to stave off for now.”
Thor’s hands spread, and he grinned, a lopsided smile that held humor, but also a kind of seriousness to it. “But water can hit with the weight of concrete, and arrows can pierce. What is play can be war, what is war can be play.”
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“And waterballoons can contain glitter littered water!” Clint was looking far, far too untrustworthy at the moment. This was going to be epic! He already had a list of targets started in his head. There were a few people that would NOT be on the list for various reasons. Hill wasn’t in a joking mood. He was pissed at Barnes and Rogers. There were still plenty of targets left.
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“They can!” Thor chuckled, watching the other man. This would be fun. And would make sure that he was ready, just in case.
Always be ready.
Thor smiled. “So, add glitter to the list?”
***
“In all the colors of the Bifrost, my fine nordic friend.” Clint’s grin wasn’t going anywhere. He was rather proud of making a reference in Thor’s language. Sort of. Whatever, it was a good analogy.
“You realize I’m counting on you to protect me from everyone who’s going to want to skin me alive.” A very real possibility. “In exchange you get immunity from the glitter waterballoons.”
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“I can do that,” he said, shaking his head at the term. He was not truly Nordic, despite the way it seemed. But it was a harmless appellation, so he left it. He smiled at Clint and tapped his shoulder gently.
“I can definitely help with that.” He smirked. “We may both die, but we will die running and waterballooning all who follow.”
He grinned.
***
A conspiracy! Clint loved it! He grinned as he reached out to clasp Thor’s overlarge shoulder in return. “We’ll take them down into our watery grave.” He said that with something of a pirate accent. Pirates. Hmmm….could be a fun addition to this.
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Thor chuckled.
“Or perhaps with cake. Cake graves are better than watery ones.” He nodded.
What? He liked cake!
Either way, this was going to be fun!
***
Clint actually laughed for the first time in a while. There was just something so...dare he say innocent?...about Thor and the cake thing. Clint had seen what Thor was capable of in a fight. It was just too weird that the big lug liked cake.
“The cake is just for us,” Clint said with a following chuckle. “Let them find their own.”
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“I like your style, my friend. On which note, we should go find some, preferably a lot of it.” He nodded. Thor liked cake a lot, in fact.
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“Agreed.” Clint grabbed up the sling and expertly tucked his arm back into it. No sense being spotted and having Bruce or Nat come at him. He wasn’t happy with either of them, but he didn’t want to borrow trouble...or cause either to worry. They were at loggerheads at the moment, but that didn’t mean he had stopped caring.