25 Unicorn Street, Thursday Evening

[so_hawkward]

The thing about living with Natasha was that she made Clint want to be a cleaner, more organized version of himself. Now that she wasn't here, it hadn't taken long for Clint to slip back into being, well, himself. What was left of his dinner was still sitting in the pot he'd cooked it in and eaten it out of, although to his credit it was positioned

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[throughaphase]

When Kitty's portal dropped her off in Fandom, she didn't even bother to go to her own apartment first. Instead she went to Clint's, still carrying her overnight bag, and stuck her head through the door. "Miss me?"

[so_hawkward]

Clint picked his head up and glanced toward the door. "Hey, it's my favorite girlfriend. Of course I missed you. Did you have a good trip?"

[throughaphase]

The half-frustrated, half-strangled sound she made as she came all the way inside and dropped her bag by the door should answer that.

[so_hawkward]

Clint blinked for a moment, and then picked Rook up and set her down on the floor. "Sorry sweetheart, but I think someone else needs me," he said, sitting up and motioning to Kitty. "Come here. Do you want to talk or do you just need some arm time?"

[whenshewasnice]

Archery opportunities in Brazil less than ideal. Practice when I'm in Fandom next y/n?

Chief of Staff to the Hegemon sending out some very important text messages, here.

[so_hawkward]

Hey, messages about archery were extremely important!

Absolutely. No useless birds for you to pick off or anything?

[whenshewasnice]

More like I don't want to get sued for injuring a staff member in the compound gardens.

Sure, she could probably have asked Peter for funding for a range, but. There were probably better uses for that money.

[so_hawkward]

That would probably suck. How are you doing?

He hoped she was at least having fun.