Clint Barton | Hawkeye (bestwithxbow) wrote in storybrooketown, @ 2015-01-22 14:15:00 |
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Alcohol. It was the thing of life when there were too many crazy things going on and Clint’s brain felt like it was leaking out of his ears. Multiples of people. Strange portals that brought them here but didn’t let them go home. Coulson apparently alive. His up and down feelings for his ex-wife. Alcohol would help any and all of the above. His only saving grace this time was that there was no blue cube, no Asgardian to take his mind from him. A big part of him still wasn’t over that part of what happened in New York, much as he’d tried to stuff a lot of it down. He’d hurt his team, hurt his best friend. And while yes she’d knocked the senses back into him, it didn’t sit well with him that it had been so easy to overpower his whole sense of self. Magic. He didn’t like it one bit. But Bobbi was here, and that made things a lot more bearable, not that he’d verbally say it. He’s not sure she’d ever let him live it down if he were to actually tell her that. Pushing into the bar, Clint pulled his sunglasses off and glanced around the bar to see if she was anywhere around. He had told her first one here bought the first round. After that, something told him it’d come out of his pocket, but he really didn’t mind that in the slightest. |