ladysifofasgard:

That brought a soft smile to lips. She was thoroughly glad to know he was happy, and to know it from his own words instead of painful divining. “I am glad to hear it. Not the sleep deprivation of course,” she almost joked. Her smile went brighter and she watched him for a moment. It really was a good surprise.

"We should go to the range then. Get you back in practice."

He grinned, chuckling a little. “Yeah, that’d be nice. Getting in some time to myself in any way would be nice. Not that I don’t love the kids but, they’re kids. I can only be entertained by the same thing for so long and yet they keep laughing.” He really did need to get out more, but it wasn’t like people often remembered him enough to drop by and remind him that he hadn’t left the house in a week. “You wanna kidnap me for the day or somethin’?”

spottedmenace:

eyeofasoaringhawk:

Clint snorted, grinning over at him. “I always liked that dude. Think we could bring him back?”

"No no, don’t interrupt—" He held a hand in the air. "There’s more—” Alex tried to sound serious, pointing at Clint. “All you need is some Oxy Clean and Bam— You’re all set!~”

Alright, alright, he was done. He promised.

Clint rolled his eyes. “Dude, that was the worst impression ever, you should really work on it.”

Beginning of a Bad Joke

itsnothawkingbird:

It was nice, to hang out with Clint. Hanging out like normal people who didn’t risk risk their lives and who didn’t both go by Hawkeye. For once they were just Clint Barton and Kate Bishop. They were … somewhat normal people who could go out and drink, and have fun. 

Being normal was nice. Having days off and sleeping in late. It was sort of like nothing had changed, nothing had happened to her.

Kate felt a grin spread over her face as she slung an arm over his shoulders for a moment, leaning onto her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Aww, you know you love it.” Dropping back onto the balls of her feet she dragged him along. When she thought about it, she dragged him through most of her life behind her.. Sometimes she wondered why he never complained.

Clint’s grin was lopsided and happy as her lips brushed his cheek and he chuckled a little. “Nah, you’re kinda heavy for a skinny rich girl,” he teased, shoving lightly at her shoulder. This was easy; it was something he could manage almost without thought.

He didn’t protest when she grabbed his arm to drag him with her, knowing that she wouldn’t take no for an answer in that respect. “So what’s this lovely bar you’re taking us to? ‘Cause I don’t wanna be the creepy older dude there, if you know what I mean,” he said as they wandered down the streets.

He didn’t frequent bars or clubs, distant as he tried to keep himself from alcohol, so he didn’t know the best places to go, and he certainly didn’t know the age ranges those places catered to. Sometimes he was struck by how much younger than himself Kate was and this was one of those times. There was an entire decade there that he just didn’t want to acknowledge.

ladysifofasgard:

"I’m not checking on you. I’m visiting.”  Distinctions seemed very important although both were easily true by most sums of words. Still. She took a drink of her coffee, vanilla, warm and sweet, and proceeded to situate herself on his couch. “I haven’t seen you in ages.” After a beat she added more sincerely. “How are you?” Things were hardly ever peaceful, nor had they been such around the times they last saw each other. 

Clint followed her, settling next to her on the couch and fiddling with the cup in his hands, though he didn’t drink from it. “I’m good, actually. Sleep-deprived and not enough time in the range or in the field, but…I’m good.” He stopped, letting out a short laugh as he glanced over at her. “I’m happy, which is something I never thought I’d be again. Not after…everything.

spottedmenace:

eyeofasoaringhawk:

Clint took the napkins and dabbed at the beer. “I dunno, I just figure it’d be useful,” he grumbled, “And that’s all I said! I told her she looked nice and she just freaked out on me.”

"Do I look like Mr. Clean to you? No’one has that power. Billy Mays didn’t have that power.”

Clint snorted, grinning over at him. “I always liked that dude. Think we could bring him back?”