Clint Barton is going back to bed. (today_sucks) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2017-09-28 17:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | clint barton, natasha romanoff |
Who: Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff
Where: a local gym/dojo
When: early afternoon
Rating: low? tbd?
This was going to be awkward. There was absolutely zero way around that.
Clint had shown up here in Preya with half a mind to just forget it all, and it had maybe been a split second decision made on too many beers and a whole lot of self deprecation. He hadn’t really expected people he knew to be here. And he really hadn’t expected for people he knew to here here that didn’t know him.
He didn’t know why he was surprised though - it wasn’t exactly like his life played fair. So yeah, of course he’d be the odd man out in a world where all of his friends were from some freaky alternate dimension, and the alternate dimension him was living the quiet life with a wife and two point five kids in Iowa somewhere. Clint bet that other Clint didn’t even have a dog. What the hell was the point of that?
It kinda sucked though. To be left out like that, in a way. Bruce had been forgiving, in a way; friendly and ready to give it all a go. And Bucky was — well. Still Bucky, apparently. Natasha — Natasha was always going to be the hard sell. And he didn’t blame her, hell, he wouldn’t think she’d be Natasha if she wasn’t. But it was a strange thought to have to prove himself to a woman he’d been in cahoots with one way or another for practically as long as he could remember.
Sparring it out only made sense. His own Nat was always just easier to talk to after she’d properly kicked his ass. And Clint would happily have his ass kicked if it meant the same for the other, different, newer Natasha.
Just, well. He was stretching now in front of a mirror in the local dojo he’d yelp searched and… it was something of a shame he was meeting her while he looked a little bit like a messy hobo. Probably he should have done something with his hair, at least, since sweatpants were nigh a necessity when it came to duking it out.