Hey. We're not the same person thank you very much. I keep in shape. If I'm not working with the Avengers then I'm working on my farm. Which means manual labor and the hot sun. I fix tractors. What's yours fix?
Totally wasn't. God. Why am I even arguing with you? You're like twelve. Seriously. What are you even doing here? You shouldn't even be having sex. You should be doing homework or something.
The point is, I know Bartons get a little grumpy when they get all cooped up on their own. So I'm just saying, if you need someone to shoot arrows around with or something, I'm here.
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Don't tell you're a lazy ass shut-in too.
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I get out plenty. I was stuck in a tiny ass cell before I came here. Trust me. I'm not a shut-in.
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I haven't run into you once these weeks. And it's not so big a city that you'd be so sneakily subtle.
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Hey. I do plenty. Ask my wife. She'd tell you that my constant projects probably drive her a little crazy. I'm not lazy. Maybe a little gun shy.
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Home improvement. I do things around our farm house. If I'm not trying to fix equipment or get my ass shot off in the field.
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You live in a FARM HOUSE?
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Why is that weird? Where does other me live?
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And yes. Own. Long story.
Not like we had trouble raising three kids there either.
No, they weren't OUR kids. THAT'D be weird.
Let's just say they were orphans and we took care of them for a while.
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Oh thank god.
[ He's not sure if he could handle other him having three love children from a girl that looks like a teenager. ]
Got a farm house. Got hobbies. Got kids. I go on family vacations. I'm guessing me and other me are pretty different.
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Yeah, you're miles apart. Trust me. Clint Barton doesn't settle down.
You're also like a million years older.
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Whoa. What is with everyone between eighteen and twenty-five thinking I'm a million years old. I'm forty-five. I don't even have grey hairs yet.
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[ Ah geez, don't say "my", Kate. That's weird. ]
So by default, your elderly status has to skyrocket.
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He has the body of an Olympian god. That negates the old.
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He's old.
Who says my body's shit?
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I see that bod for breakfast every morning. I have no complaints.
And if yours isn't that impressive at 32, your chances for anything beyond that are slim.
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Hey. We're not the same person thank you very much. I keep in shape. If I'm not working with the Avengers then I'm working on my farm. Which means manual labor and the hot sun. I fix tractors. What's yours fix?
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[ Okay, that's a lie. He breaks them more than anything. ]
So no bad hip? Arthritis still subtle?
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Dammit. I'm gonna have to prove this to you aren't I? You're just not gonna believe me.
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Keep your panties on. You don't need to flex just to get me to submit to your claims.
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I wasn't going to flex. I was proving a point.
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There's a reason I've been here for more a year.
And stop thinking about me having sex.
[ KATE don't start ]
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I wasn't thinking about you having sex. Wow you have a super high opinion of yourself.
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Anyway look -
The point is, I know Bartons get a little grumpy when they get all cooped up on their own. So I'm just saying, if you need someone to shoot arrows around with or something, I'm here.
Or whatever.
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[ Maybe she just misses this other Clint or something? Who knows. ]
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Great. Cool. Awesome possum.
See you around then.
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