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speediam replied to your post: ((ooc: I’m aware that World 2 has started, but…
Just sort it out, stay safe and stay happy. Know that I love you, we all do, and I hope it all works out.
((thank you, Nita ;A;))
((ooc: I’m aware that World 2 has started, but something has happened in RL and I don’t think I can be on much these few weeks, so I’m going to have to go on semi-hiatus. I apologise for all the replies I still owe to some threads but I’ll have to forego them. OTL))
Clint’s eyes flew open. He quickly assessed his surroundings: daylight, tarmac, pain, OW, blood in his mouth. He sat up immediately, his heart beating like crazy in his ribcage. A deserted alley. Something stank. Piss. Alcohol. A mixture of both.
His jeans pocket was heavy. He reached into it and drew out a gun.
“Holy shit!” He dropped it onto the gravel and got to his feet.
What the hell happened?
Then he remembered the brawl in the bar last night. Someone had been a goddamn sore loser and had started the fight. He couldn’t remember his face. What he did know though, that his entire body was in pain. He lifted his shirt and groaned when he saw the bruises on his body.
“This is just fucking great,” he said hoarsely. But that didn’t explain the gun.
Barton and Wilson: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. →
“And it’s a very fine ass, Clint. You should be proud.”
(via in-the-deadpool)
You missed me skydiving ;]
Damn. That sounded like helluva fun.
Yeah I was awesome. No parachute or anything xD
It’s not like you needed it anyway. X’D
You missed me skydiving ;]
Damn. That sounded like helluva fun.
He nodded and picked up his briefcase from the floor next to him, opening it up whilst continuing his conversation with the man infront of him. “Many wouldn’t agree with you, but there are a lot of fools in this world.” He pulled out a file before setting the briefcase back down on the floor. “Yes of course. I shouldn’t be keeping you.” He smiled back to Clint before unclipping the lock on the file. Luke had a habit of doing his most dodgy work in these sorts of places. No one would care, not enough to want to know what he was looking at. If they did, it normally meant they wanted in. This wasn’t that bad, merely some information on his bank accounts, all off shore and under different names. Still, it wasn’t something he could leave in the flat. Theo had the habit of finding things he shouldn’t.
The way he said ‘fools’ unsettled Clint more than it should. This was a guy who’d been suffering way too many, and Clint found that he would absolutely hate to cross him. At the same time… he noticed the briefcase just before he had to literally drag himself into the kitchen to prepare the grilled cheese sandwich. This was a guy who looked like he did some pretty lucrative business. Everything that he carried—his clothes, the briefcase; showed that he made some pretty serious cash. The sandwich didn’t take too long to prepare. When it was done, Clint brought it out and placed it in front of him, together with some cutlery and a napkin, giving him a tentative smile. “Enjoy.”
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