[She huffs at the word beer but she makes her stop along the way for a case, snagging a box of dog treats anyway while she's there, just in case. He could be in denial all her wants, but she knows what losing someone is like. Loki disappeared without a trace for eight months, all that time spent looking out for him, waiting for a sign, falling back into the pit of loneliness. If she hadn't been asked to come here again, she might have still been waiting another eight months for his return.
So she gets it, and though the concept of company gets tricky with her, she figures he probably needs that, even if he isn't directly asking for it.
Strolling up to his place, she hopes she gets it right when she wiggles the knob, peeking inside cautiously.] Hey. Room service.
[ Weirdly enough, Clint is in the little kitchenette, and he looks to be digging something out from the cupboards. One might even consider the possibility, rare though it must be, that he's cleaning. ]
Hey -
[ He peeks around the edge of the cabinet door, beckons her in with a lazy wave of his hand. ]
You weren't lying about 'a few' minutes. That was fast. Hey, make yourself at home.
[ The sound of padding feet can be heard somewhere within the apartment, casual, slow, but soon a mangy looking dog emerges, tail wagging. Which, you know is a lot more than he's done for most of the day.
Standard New York resident. Mastered the art of getting here and there in a timely way.
[She takes the cue to go inside, shutting the door behind her as she looks around the place (it's actually tidier than she expected), setting the case of beers on the table.] Probably should have asked your preference. But I got this more off-brand style I really like. Highly recommended.
Hearing the steps get closer, she turns and offers a soft smile to the dog, shuffling down to her knees.]
Hey there, Lucky. [She lifts up the bag of treats, shaking them in front of her.] Gotcha something, little guy.
[ Lucky's tail-wagging becomes just that much more enthusiastic and Clint thinks, thank God, his poor dog isn't sick or dying or anything.
Just ... well, probably sick of him, or whatever. Two totally not at all depressed individuals in this apartment? Yeah, maybe Clint should do more, be more, but since Kate left ...
Well. ]
Nah, I'm not picky. Thanks for picking that up though.
[ Lucky waits eagerly, finally settling down on his hind legs, tail brushing against the floorboards. ]
[He's a sweet dog extremely well-behaved, she learns that fast (which is a relief, she's had to deal with some rowdy dogs in her building before), and it's without a beat that she plucks out a biscuit from the bag, holding it out for him to take.
Petting him behind the ear with a free hand, she peers over her shoulder over to Clint.]
That makes one of us. [She snickers, shrugging her shoulders.] I mean, I guess I just don't miss the noise. Eudio's a pretty big city, but it gets pretty quiet. Hmm. But sure, yeah, I think I could kind of miss it. What was your life like there?
[ Well, when you're living with a rowdy man like Clint Barton, someone's gotta pick up the flack around here ...
Here's lookin' at you, Clint.
But Lucky, with his one good eye and tail wagging, sports an expression of a happy canine who would really, really like for Verity to never, ever stop that. ]
Life was ... well, it wasn't easy. [ Never really is though, he supposes. ] But I knew what I was doing. I - uh. Guess I had familiarity. My favourite pizza place. Usual subway stop. [ Kate. ] That's a thing I don't have here; like I'm starting from scratch.
[When Lucky seems to appreciate her petting gestures, she decides she might as well make herself comfortable, sitting cross-legged as she plants herself right there on the floor. She did come here to help take care of the dog, right?]
Having a routine is nice. I've never been very good with unpredictability. [She preferred things quiet after all, though her life had gotten far from that.] That's the real risk with this place, isn't it? Taking chances on the unknown. Like what if the pizza here sucks?
[She offers him a smile over her shoulder at that.] I have pretty high pizza standards too.
I get enough unpredictability as Hawkeye. Sometimes a guy just wants to know exactly what's gonna happen when he puts the uniform up, you know?
[ That and sometimes when Hawkeye and Clint Barton blend together, it can be awfully stressful. Hence this vacation, which has suddenly felt a little less like a vacation and a little more like trying to find a place to fit in.
Not easy. ]
And - yeah. Exactly, what if the pizza here sucks? Then all bets are off. I'm done.
And that's exactly why I didn't join a superhero team when they told me I could.
[Because surprise, Verity Willis, the simple New Yorker herself actually registered during the Superhuman Registration Act (only because Tony Stark's very honest declaration in the commercial about finding everyone with powers scared the crap out of her).]
Got my own Superhuman ID card and everything. Category D-7. Non-obvious power. No significant threat to the public. The ultimate hero. [She snickers at the memory, rolling her eyes because there was no way she would have ever willingly joined a team.
But her own grin grows wider than his. Because her own weakness might have been discovered.]
Lucky for you, I've already tested the most prominent pizza places in the area for you, narrowing it down to the ones with the highest quality. I could order some in if you want.
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So she gets it, and though the concept of company gets tricky with her, she figures he probably needs that, even if he isn't directly asking for it.
Strolling up to his place, she hopes she gets it right when she wiggles the knob, peeking inside cautiously.] Hey. Room service.
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Hey -
[ He peeks around the edge of the cabinet door, beckons her in with a lazy wave of his hand. ]
You weren't lying about 'a few' minutes. That was fast. Hey, make yourself at home.
[ The sound of padding feet can be heard somewhere within the apartment, casual, slow, but soon a mangy looking dog emerges, tail wagging. Which, you know is a lot more than he's done for most of the day.
Verity, you're a saviour already. ]
And that's Lucky.
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[She takes the cue to go inside, shutting the door behind her as she looks around the place (it's actually tidier than she expected), setting the case of beers on the table.] Probably should have asked your preference. But I got this more off-brand style I really like. Highly recommended.
Hearing the steps get closer, she turns and offers a soft smile to the dog, shuffling down to her knees.]
Hey there, Lucky. [She lifts up the bag of treats, shaking them in front of her.] Gotcha something, little guy.
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Just ... well, probably sick of him, or whatever. Two totally not at all depressed individuals in this apartment? Yeah, maybe Clint should do more, be more, but since Kate left ...
Well. ]
Nah, I'm not picky. Thanks for picking that up though.
[ Lucky waits eagerly, finally settling down on his hind legs, tail brushing against the floorboards. ]
New York. Man, sometimes I miss it.
i almost wrote loki instead of lucky SIGHS
[He's a sweet dog extremely well-behaved, she learns that fast (which is a relief, she's had to deal with some rowdy dogs in her building before), and it's without a beat that she plucks out a biscuit from the bag, holding it out for him to take.
Petting him behind the ear with a free hand, she peers over her shoulder over to Clint.]
That makes one of us. [She snickers, shrugging her shoulders.] I mean, I guess I just don't miss the noise. Eudio's a pretty big city, but it gets pretty quiet. Hmm. But sure, yeah, I think I could kind of miss it. What was your life like there?
osdiuhfoidsfj; one track mind
Here's lookin' at you, Clint.
But Lucky, with his one good eye and tail wagging, sports an expression of a happy canine who would really, really like for Verity to never, ever stop that. ]
Life was ... well, it wasn't easy. [ Never really is though, he supposes. ] But I knew what I was doing. I - uh. Guess I had familiarity. My favourite pizza place. Usual subway stop. [ Kate. ] That's a thing I don't have here; like I'm starting from scratch.
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Having a routine is nice. I've never been very good with unpredictability. [She preferred things quiet after all, though her life had gotten far from that.] That's the real risk with this place, isn't it? Taking chances on the unknown. Like what if the pizza here sucks?
[She offers him a smile over her shoulder at that.] I have pretty high pizza standards too.
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[ That and sometimes when Hawkeye and Clint Barton blend together, it can be awfully stressful. Hence this vacation, which has suddenly felt a little less like a vacation and a little more like trying to find a place to fit in.
Not easy. ]
And - yeah. Exactly, what if the pizza here sucks? Then all bets are off. I'm done.
[ Clint grins.
Ah, a lady after his own heart. ]
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[Because surprise, Verity Willis, the simple New Yorker herself actually registered during the Superhuman Registration Act (only because Tony Stark's very honest declaration in the commercial about finding everyone with powers scared the crap out of her).]
Got my own Superhuman ID card and everything. Category D-7. Non-obvious power. No significant threat to the public. The ultimate hero. [She snickers at the memory, rolling her eyes because there was no way she would have ever willingly joined a team.
But her own grin grows wider than his. Because her own weakness might have been discovered.]
Lucky for you, I've already tested the most prominent pizza places in the area for you, narrowing it down to the ones with the highest quality. I could order some in if you want.
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