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Jan 13 2018, 03:52 AM
There was only so much that one person could do alone, but today Clint Barton was doing the best that he could. One of the water heaters in his building went out, and he needed to get it fixed sooner rather than later. In the end, he'd ended up having to just replace the old junky piece of crap because if he didn't then no one was going to be able to wash their clothes in their little laundry room and that was just not okay. Clint needed clean clothes just like the next person, and he was not about to walk down the street in his underwear so that he could wash everything he had that was dirty.
Clints apartment bulding
was not much to look at, nestled between two other much smaller buildings it was easy to miss but the place that the archer had called home for quite some time now. Because he ended up needing a new water heater, he'd driven his little beater truck to the hardware store, bought a new one and come back. Painstakingly he'd taken it all the way down into the basement by himself, quietly hooking it up and hoping that everything was going to work the first time around. The water that came out was scalding hot, but Clint figured he could work the temperature down a bit, adjusting things before he took a breath and headed upstairs with the old heater.
In an entirely childish manner, he was guessing that his new teacher friend probably weighed about as much as the stupid water heater, he'd have to guess though that if he were hauling Shane upstairs somewhere in his arms, it would not be to go out to the curb. His own stupid laughter helped, hands sliding against the warm metal as he hefted it up the last few stairs before he could take a small break. "Sure am getting my hands dirty today,"
He murmured to himself before lifting the heater once more and making his way outside. Finally getting the old beat up heater outside, Clint just dropped it on the curb the "fix me, I'm free!" sign that he'd taped to the water heater was a bit crooked but he didn't care at the moment. All he really wanted right now was a-"Aw shirt."
Somehow in the process of taking the water heater up the stairs the shirt
he was wearing had gotten a tear right across the stomach. The stains from the rusty metal could have been washed out or just ignored, but the tear was large enough that it was no longer wearable. Shrugging out of his jacket, Clint was glad that it was not too chilly out. As Pride
approached, Clint was peeling himself out of his ripped shirt, left standing there in just his jeans and boots with a broken pile of scrap at his side. Rubbing a hand over his stomach to make sure that he didn't get cut by whatever had destroyed his shirt he ended up looking up at just the last moment.
He was pretty sure that he was supposed to see a kid that matched this guys description, "Oh hey are you looking for me? I'm Clint, you're here to see me right?"
Jan 7 2018, 10:55 PM
If Clint had been a religious man he might have thought that texting someone on a Sunday morning during first Mass was a sin or something, he'd gone out for an early morning bagel and for some reason watching the last few stragglers head into the church nearest his apartment building had made him think about Shane. The other night while sealed up in a construction site they'd made vague and general plans, Clint had offered to buy the beer's because Shane had kept him from being sliced up by a ninja.
So while walking by the church with his bagel held in his teeth and Lucky hoping that he'd drop it, he'd texted Slate
to see if beer's that night would work.
Thankfully he had not accidentally offended anyone, and his offer had been taken up. The archer was actually kind of excited, he'd been spending too much time out in the city lately. He probably needed to actually sit down and relax, but that was really not the type of person that he was. So Clint strode out of his apartment dressed Simply
and started the trek to the bar that he'd picked.
There was a smile on Clint's face as he headed over towards the bar that he liked best, it was the kind of place that didn't look like much from the outside, but on the inside
it was stunning. Not quite a dive, it was clean enough that it had good reviews online, but on the off nights, it felt like a familiar local bar because it had a pretty solid stream of regulars. While Clint didn't go there often enough to be a regular, he was still welcomed in with a wave... Or maybe on a quiet Sunday evening, they'd be treating anyone with money like a new best friend.
Plus the best thing was that they had a nice setup for darts in the back, something that Clint was good enough at that he'd parted some people from their money here before. Picking a seat at the corner of the bar away from where the bartender was standing to clean glasses, he settled in to wait for Shane. When the bartender approached (not young enough to be hip, but not old enough to be grizzled like many of the bartenders that Clint knew) asking what the blonde wanted to drink, he just smiled. "I'm okay, I'm waiting for someone, and it's probably rude to start without them."
Also easier for him to slip out unnoticed just in case he did get stood up, but if nothing else Clint could have a drink and a round of darts and call it a night before going home to his dog. Lucky would probably be happy to have him at home in the evening since they would probably end up sprawled on the couch together.
Clint sat on his stool looking at the various little cuts on his fingertips for a while, waiting always felt like forever but he was pretty adept at waiting as it usually took time to line up the perfect shot. At the sound of the bell over the door ringing Clint glanced up, a grin on his face before he was up off of his stool to go meet Shane halfway, "Hey glad you could make it!"
Clapping a hand onto Shane's shoulder he just guided the man over towards the bar, "Let's get you a beer, anything you want it's on me."
Dec 26 2017, 11:52 PM
Standing on a windy rooftop, Clint Barton
surveyed the city below him.
With the wind rustling his hair and the slight bite of the cold as the evening chill settled in, he wished he'd worn a hat. It only took a moment but his mark was just coming into sight, the portly fellow had been harassing people in mutant town but seemed to be some scummy guy. From his own research, he'd heard that the guy was some mobster or something, just another cog in a machine that Clint was trying to destroy.
He closed his eyes for a second as he unclipped his bow from where it was resting neatly on his back. When he opened his eyes behind his glasses he watched as the decorative plants on the man's balcony sway in the wind, taking the time to figure wind resistance as he selected an arrow. He'd have to shoot through the glass if they guy didn't hurry up and come out into the balcony for a smoke like he did every night. Clint watched as he pulled out a cigar from the box on his table, but a noise from inside the apartment drew his attention for a second, with nothing to do but wait the archer notched his bow but waited to pull back, good thing too because there might have been an innocent victim. The flash of movement was enough to have Clint drawing his bow and no doubt that if it had already been drawn he would have let it fly at the person now standing on the balcony.
Their face was hooded but they nearly blended into the shadows as they waited for his mark. As the man inside the house came into sight he didn't seem to notice the interloper on his balcony and came out like nothing in the world was wrong at all.
It turned out to be a fatal mistake.
Before Clint could draw the bow back for the second time the man was laying dead, the masked person on the balcony had been swift, hitting major arteries one after the other to make it a fast but bloody
death. Clint didn't waste any time, as the masked murderer climbed up and over the balcony, to the roof, Clint let his arrow fly, striking the hand of the-
Was that a ninja?
No time to worry about that now, because they were off and Clint was giving chase. Three buildings further and the ninja swan dived over the ledge, causing Clint to stop short before tossing himself over the side and down to the fire escape on the side of the building, nearly sliding down the metal ladders instead of really climbing on them... But once he got to the bottom and had his feet firmly on the ground- "Shit where did you go?"
Clint might have been an eagle-eyed guy but there was no helping the fact that he was sorely lacking when it came to the hearing department, a noise had him whirling around but there was nothing there when he went to investigate. Letting out a huff of breath he held his bow with his arrow notched but did not yet draw back the string.
Heading down the side street, he did not hear was what moving in the dark.Slate