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Clint Barton is going back to bed. (today_sucks) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2020-01-22 14:37:00

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clint barton (616), eddie kaspbrak

WHO: Clint Barton, Eddie Kaspbrak
WHAT: BZUH. Tethering.
WHERE: Loser’s House
WHEN: First day of plot.

Listen. Clint was a pretty attentive sort of guy when he wanted to be. He was called Hawkeye for a reason and it had nothing to, like, do with actual birds. But, admittedly, he’d gotten a little soft in the sleeping lightly department — partially because there wasn’t a lot of action in Starklandia to have to wake up for and a year of sleeping here would make anyone a bit less observant. Also because he slept with Bucky pretty much always and it was just a whole lot easier to sleep a whole lot better when you were doing it with the Winter Soldier.

Anyway. When he woke up, it was kind of slowly. The sort where he just let himself be mellow in the bed and didn’t worry about shit like not being to hear anything or what time it was or whatever else. Nope. He just snuggled a little closer to Bucky, intent on digging his nose into that spot at the back of his neck that always tickled a little because hair but was also nice and —

Clint paused. No hair?? Not the long good kind anyway. He reached over poke at Bucky’s shoulder and also found …. Zero in the way of metal arm. Which was enough to have Clint blinking his eyes open and sitting up in general dismay.

“What.” He said, and okay, fucking excuse him, he was both very confused and didn’t have his ears in so it probably came out a hell of a lot louder than he meant for it to.

But this wasn’t Bucky. And it wasn’t his bed. Nope. This was the angry little one of the band that called themselves Losers and he was —Clint frowned, genuinely confused — wearing some obscenely short shorts. “What the fuck?”

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ekaspbrak
2020-01-23 04:28 am UTC (link)

It probably wasn't any kind of surprise that the Losers didn't sleep very well. It wasn't unusual to find one or more of them up at weird hours of the night. The odd hours meant, of course, that they slept pretty soundly when the did manage to sleep.

Eddie had been sleeping very well. If anything had changed in the middle of the night he hadn't noticed. As far as he knew he was still curled up with the love of his life, waking up peacefully and slowly. He smiled when he felt, what he assumed was, Richie move just a little closer to nuzzle against the back of his neck. The comedian could be pretty sweet when he wanted to be. They'd had a few private moments here and there where the bickering stopped and the two of them just cuddled close together and enjoyed the fact that they were both alive and safe and that they were allowed to have this. Mornings, however, were usually a little noisier. If there was this sort of snuggling it never lasted for too long.

Whatever pleasant thoughts he'd been having about waking up to a Richie who wanted to snuggle instead of trying to kiss him without brushing his teeth flew right out the window when he heard a voice he didn't recognize. Eddie nearly jumped out of bed, scared and maybe a little upset. He... he knew this guy. Maybe they'd never talked but he'd seen the guy around. He was the guy who ran COFFEE. Probably the one responsible for the name that Eddie and Richie had both been very unimpressed with as children.

"What the fuck are you doing in my bed? Where's Richie?" He demanded before anger gave way to embarrassment as he realized what he was wearing. He grabbed the blankets and tugged it around himself. He'd had very specific morning plans for Richie and the including the shorts he was wearing, okay. This guy wasn't supposed to see them!

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today_sucks
2020-01-23 11:27 pm UTC (link)

Clint was definitely the one responsible for the naming of COFFEE. The best part was that he thought it was a genuinely clever name. It was funny, okay? Because it was exactly what it said it was on the label.

"I don't know!" Clint responded -- and hell, he didn't even need hearing to know exactly what was being asked of him because he had the exact same questions, okay? Well. Maybe not the Richie question, but if you subbed it in with Bucky, it'd be the same. He couldn't exactly look away if he wanted to know what the guy was saying next, but Clint did pat his chest down, just to be extra positive that he was wearing a shirt. Thank fuck, because there were definitely days he didn't bother with things like that anymore.

Hell, his shorts were longer than Eddie's too, so he had that going for him.

"I just woke up here!" He definitely hadn't started here. He was sure of that, Positive. Almost positive? Clint grimaced, suddenly concerned. "I'm married, bro."

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ekaspbrak
2020-01-25 06:38 am UTC (link)

To be very honest Eddie, as an adult, appreciated the name. It was delivered exactly what it promised and it was free of any stupid pun that would've initially earned a chuckle before the joke grew old and you were kind of embarrassed to admit you were going there. As a child, however, Eddie had scrunched his nose up at the name and decided it was missing something. Somehow, that impression had managed to stay with him and win over his preferences.

He didn't know. He didn't fucking know. That was... that was just great. The guy was in his house, in his room, in his bed and he didn't know how he'd gotten there. "Where the fuck is Richie?!" He demanded, void going a little high and reedy as panic began to set in. The question wasn't even directed at Clint because he doubted the guy knew. It was just a general question and a fair one at that. Where was his fiancee? Why wasn't he waking up next to him the way he always did? What if he was gone?! He'd been told people disappeared sometimes. What if... what if Richie had disappeared?

Sure that didn't explain Clint's presence but the idea that Richie was gone seemed worst than the appearance of some random asshole.

He looked back up at Clint when the other man mentioned being married and gave him a look. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He asked, the hand not holding the blanket over himself moving to bisect the air as he spoke increasingly quickly. "Oh, you're married. Good for you. I'm fucking engaged! This isn't my ideal morning either, dude!"

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today_sucks
2020-01-25 07:52 pm UTC (link)

"I don't know where Richie is," Clint said, holding his hands up in a universal gesture for peace and also not fucking knowing a thing. It was a real thing, that gesture. Clint could be trusted in terms of languages spoken only by hand and facial expression, after all.

"Okay, okay!" he went on, fretting a bit and it was really hard to fret when he couldn't actually hear the exclamation points coming out of Eddie's mouth. But he could see them so -- that counted. "I don't know where Bucky is either. Let's just -- take this as it comes. How about... we go look at my house and see?"

The initial shock was dying down -- clearly neither of them had gotten drunk and slipped into bed together. So something weird was going on, and the only way to deal with weird shit in any place, Clint had learned over the years, was to do some random sleuthing. Go back to the start, see what the heck was going on.

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ekaspbrak
2020-01-26 12:03 am UTC (link)

He hadn't actually expected Clint to know. He'd been in town for awhile and had come to the conclusion that everyone in town was genuinely good. He assumed even that asshole who'd introduced Richie to his fist had some good in him. Deep down. Like. Deep, deep, deep down. It wasn't like Clint had done anything to Richie beyond waking up in his spot in the bed. This place was crazy. He should just be glad they hadn't woken up as something else. This, he assumed, was easily fixable. They'd just swapped partners in the middle of the night or something. "I know... it's not your fault. It's this place."

He had to calm down anyway. If he freaked out then Psyduck freaked out and, yeah, he didn't want to be responsible for decimating Starklandia because his freak out made his Psyduck explode. Taking a breath he moved to sit on the edge of the bed and nodded. This was nothing. They hadn't done anything. Clint was full dressed and Eddie had his shorts on. The worst that had happened was that Clint got an eyeful but he hadn't actually see much of anything.

"Do... I actually have to come? It's not like we're stuck together." He pointed out. Maybe it wasn't that easy but it could definitely be that easy. They didn't know. They might be able to just go home. He really hoped it was that easy.

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today_sucks
2020-01-27 02:29 am UTC (link)

Clint was mostly fully dressed, anyway. He wasn't overly keen on hopping around out there in the snow with no shoes on, but it wasn't like it was that long of a walk and as soon as he was in his house again, he could dry off and then put his feet on Bucky and whine about it a little. Eddie had a point: they didn't need to go together. If his dude was there, Clint would just send him on his way back and everyone would be back to normal.

"Yeah, point," he said, ruffling his own hair with a grin. "Duh. I'll just assume out is that way." Well, there was only one door and it wasn't like Clint didn't know how to find a front door in just about any location. "Sorry about the -- you know. Whatever the fuck this was." Not his fault. That was all that mattered.

Except when he went to make a graceful sort of exit -- well. He couldn't. Halfway across the room was like hitting some kind of invisible wall and he was yanked back. Or maybe not that. It was like. One of those dog shock collars or something. It hurt to try and get any further. He sucked in a breath and turned his head back to Eddie to see if something weird was going on with him too.

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ekaspbrak
2020-01-27 09:07 pm UTC (link)

"If we have shoes you can fit into you can borrow them. Snow and bare feet aren't a good combination." Eddie said because he could be an asshole but he'd never actually wish frostbite on anyone. Not even Bowers probably. In any case he could just hop over and pick up the shoes later. In a universe that was truly kind it would be as simple as Richie ending up in bed with Clint's husband... which was a sentence he never wanted to think about again and was glad he didn't voice because he was sure Clint would hate it as much as he did... and they could just swap shoes and pretend this had never happened.

He did manage to smile a little as he moved towards the closet to grab an actual pair of pants. Waking up to someone else had sort of killed whatever plans he had for the morning. There was a good chance it had killed whatever plans he had for a few mornings. He was probably going to end up a little paranoid about who he woke up next to. "Me too. You seem great but you aren't who I want to wake up to." He was sure the feeling was mutual.

That should have been that. Eddie turned back to the closet to happily pick out what he was going to wear while Clint left... or tried to. All he knew was that one minute he was taking a step forward and the next he was being yanked back painfully. "What the fuck?! What the fuck was that?" He yelped as he spun around to face Clint seeing the same confusion on his face. If Eddie thought he could've been responsible that look would've changed his mind.

"That fucking hurt. Did you feel it too?" Why was nothing ever simple?

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today_sucks
2020-01-28 03:37 am UTC (link)

"Same," Clint agreed -- because Eddie seemed a little ornery, sure, but so was Bucky and Clint was all about that particular grump. But Eddie was not Bucky and Clint was not Richie so it just clearly wasn't working out in either of their favor.

But then there was the shock of it all and Clint was blinking in surprise and missed half the words that Eddie was saying but it was still kind of easy enough to guess at what he was saying because -- well. What other topic was there now? "Hurt like a bitch," he said, agreeing or maybe just exclaiming it, he wasn't sure. "I -- aw, shit. I'm gonna try something and I'm really sorry in advance."

So okay, he was responsible for the second shock of pain when Clint tried leaving again, but this one was for the sake of fucked up science and Clint wasn't trying to be a glutton about it.

"What were you saying," he said dryly, not even really a question, "about us not being attached."

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ekaspbrak
2020-01-28 09:54 pm UTC (link)

It hurt just as much the second time around. The only difference was that Eddie was as prepared as he could be for it. The stumble towards Clint wasn't as dramatic as it had been but the pain was still just as intense. "Fuck!" He hissed wishing her knew, exactly, where that pain was localized. Rubbing it wouldn't make it better but there was definitely a comforting reaction to the act that could help him pretend things were alright.

"I didn't know." He said, slightly apologetic because he should've been prepared for this. Or, well, not this. There was no way to prepare for this but something just as complicated that would prevent them from leaving. "It's not like I can see whatever is linking us together." He said looking between them again and seeing nothing to indicate this was anything beyond a normal morning spent waking up in bed with the wrong guy.

"Okay. So. You're place, right?" He sighed. Clint wanted to do a little sleuthing back at his place. Since Eddie had been so painfully wrong he was willing to do things the archer's way. "Just... let me put on an actual pair of pants." The rest of the neighborhood didn't need to see Richie's favorite shorts.

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today_sucks
2020-01-28 10:34 pm UTC (link)

Clint couldn't see what was linking them either, and that was frustrating because he was supposed to be able to see stuff. He was good at it. And if he couldn't, that meant it was some kind of magic or something.

Which, frankly, was always something of a bummer. He sighed.

"My place," he agreed, sitting on the edge of the bed again so that Eddie could get dressed in an appropriate fashion that didn't involve shorts that really wanted to be exactly what they were called. "Either there's clues or not, but I can at least get my ears while we're there."

And if that didn't yield answers -- well. They'd find something that did. Or go get coffee. Because when all else failed, at least there was that.

(( I think this could be a solid end, here, unless you got more to add! ))

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