Attempting to talk of the event's of Arkham really only got Clint stared at stupidly by most people. A couple visits to psych wasn't on his to-do-list, but Fury had made it so that it happened regardless.
After the fourth visit and hours of searching -- he had turned up with a numerous amount of locations where his friends were. Proof. He had proof that these people existed and were not some trauma induced hallucination brought up to deal the loss of Phil. Natasha was there, the distance between them was making them strangers to each other because Clint knew he knew how it felt to lose her. He didn't want to go through that again as he continued his hunt. Veronica Mars was in California; a hopeful candidate for the FBI. He had been quietly pulling some strings, coming up with a letter of recommendation from 'an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D'. That always created a good sort of buzz, even if most people hadn't known why he was doing that to some girl. Laura was easiest to track down. The X-MEN and Xavier Institute had always been
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Even WITH the few shots already consumed, Kenzi could tell she wasn't in any danger. Okay, maybe not for a split second, but she DID clue in pretty damn quick. First of all, there was the butter knife. Typically someone trying to kill her was using something a lot pointier. Second was the hand over her mouth. She'd only held those hands a bajilion times! And thirdly? ... Clint's Russian accent sucked about as much as her British one.
She grabs the hand holding the knife at her throat just like he taught her. Then she pulls something he didn't teach her. She brings her knees up and pushes hard off the edge of the computer desk, sending her and the computer chair INTO Clint. Preferably nailing him in the nuts. Because... what are friends for? Serves you right for sneaking up on her, bff!
Also, she totally just licked your hand so you'd take it away from her mouth. COOTIES!
Clint was quietly proud of when she pulled the move he taught her, even more proud when she pulled a move he hadn't seen before as he was pushed back by the chair with a loud 'MOTHERFUCKER' leaving his mouth before lifting her out of the chair and pushing her onto the ground. Clint moved quicker than her, he was supposed to be fast after all, as he knelt over her. Using his legs to carefully hold her arms down and tilting his head to the side as he looked down at her. No use having her hit anything he wanted to use in the future. Clint tsked, shaking his head and pouting out his bottom lip for a moment...as he wiped his hand off on his pants.
"I thought I taught you better than that, Kenz. I am severely disappoint." He glared pointedly down at her, holding back a small shrug as he reached down to ruffle up her hair a bit. Also, he wasn't paid to do a Russian accent so he totally didn't need to master it. Thank you very much, Kenzi.
How is this even fair? Highly trained master assassin vs. the little goth chick. Sure. That's gonna go down in her favour. She doesn't even care that he's just totally schooled her and has her pinned to the ground because... that's Clint Barton. In the flesh. Real. Actually here.
She's not crazy. It freaking happened.
Kenzi starts laughing, squirming a little after the hair ruffle. "HEY! Not the hair! How many times do I have to tell you, NOT the hair? Also, wiping off my germs? Rude much? That was a GIFT!"
A gross gift symbolizing their undying friendship!
She smiles up at him. God, she's on the verge of tears. "You totes kept your promise. Okay, you found me, now will you get off before I ninja-flip your ass and Houdini my way away from you?!
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After the fourth visit and hours of searching -- he had turned up with a numerous amount of locations where his friends were. Proof. He had proof that these people existed and were not some trauma induced hallucination brought up to deal the loss of Phil. Natasha was there, the distance between them was making them strangers to each other because Clint knew he knew how it felt to lose her. He didn't want to go through that again as he continued his hunt. Veronica Mars was in California; a hopeful candidate for the FBI. He had been quietly pulling some strings, coming up with a letter of recommendation from 'an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D'. That always created a good sort of buzz, even if most people hadn't known why he was doing that to some girl. Laura was easiest to track down. The X-MEN and Xavier Institute had always been ( ... )
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She grabs the hand holding the knife at her throat just like he taught her. Then she pulls something he didn't teach her. She brings her knees up and pushes hard off the edge of the computer desk, sending her and the computer chair INTO Clint. Preferably nailing him in the nuts. Because... what are friends for? Serves you right for sneaking up on her, bff!
Also, she totally just licked your hand so you'd take it away from her mouth. COOTIES!
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Clint was quietly proud of when she pulled the move he taught her, even more proud when she pulled a move he hadn't seen before as he was pushed back by the chair with a loud 'MOTHERFUCKER' leaving his mouth before lifting her out of the chair and pushing her onto the ground. Clint moved quicker than her, he was supposed to be fast after all, as he knelt over her. Using his legs to carefully hold her arms down and tilting his head to the side as he looked down at her. No use having her hit anything he wanted to use in the future. Clint tsked, shaking his head and pouting out his bottom lip for a moment...as he wiped his hand off on his pants.
"I thought I taught you better than that, Kenz. I am severely disappoint." He glared pointedly down at her, holding back a small shrug as he reached down to ruffle up her hair a bit. Also, he wasn't paid to do a Russian accent so he totally didn't need to master it. Thank you very much, Kenzi.
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She's not crazy. It freaking happened.
Kenzi starts laughing, squirming a little after the hair ruffle. "HEY! Not the hair! How many times do I have to tell you, NOT the hair? Also, wiping off my germs? Rude much? That was a GIFT!"
A gross gift symbolizing their undying friendship!
She smiles up at him. God, she's on the verge of tears. "You totes kept your promise. Okay, you found me, now will you get off before I ninja-flip your ass and Houdini my way away from you?!
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