Not a Houseplant

Summary:
February 01, 2015: Clint and Hunter talk about the trouble with women

Triskelion

Hawkeye's Office


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It's hard, living between two houses as it were. Checking in on one side, checking in on the other side. Signing out properties that can be stuffed into bags, and other things moved. Now is one of those times when Clint's actually seated in one place. It's never for long, but he's actually in his own office, quiver of arrows slung across the back of his chair, bow hanging on a peg just behind him. Sunglasses are set to the side of his keyboard, and whatever it is, he's paying rapt attention to the screen in one second, then exhaling in a sigh and sitting back on his chair, staring a little more contemplatively at the monitor in the next second. A half-finished paper cup of coffee from who knows when is on the corner, almost pasted to the desk from 'old age'. (Just don't look inside.)

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Hunter just has his room, nice and simple, as far as anyone knows. Now, he is wandering the Triskelion, hands in his pockets, his face thoughtful. A pause as he passes Clint's office, and he turns to prop a shoulder against the door frame, folding his arms over his chest, a casual pose. "So." The opening has a pause, giving Clint time to see him, to respond, "Seen Bobbi? How is Kate?" Not work things, yet.

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Clint honestly doesn't rely upon his hearing. He's not 'Hawkear' and has never claimed to be able to hear twigs snap. The darkening of his doorway brings his attention up so he can both hear and lipread at the same time. More and more, he's relying upon actually watching people speak.

"So," comes as a slow response, "last time I saw Birdie, she stormed out of my apartment mad that I was working on getting the JL:A operational. She apparently sees it as my working for a newer and shinier model of SHIELD." Does Clint even have to explain how that would piss Bobbi off? "Funny thing is, last time she and I talked, we left each other okay. I thought that things were good." A single shoulder rises in a shrug before he pushes his chair back and from the desk.

"C'mon in. And Kate's fine. Like always." Answering 'how is Kate' could be a minefield on any given day, depending upon who is asking. "She's Kate."

Clint takes a deep breath, and his voice lowers, "And how you holding up? Things are getting a little tense around here, and I for one am glad I'm not in the spotlight. I've got enough on my shoulders already." Just working with the formation of a superhero team that, for all intents and purposes, is going to run interference for SHIELD while they get their house in order.

No, no pressure there, Hawk. Nope. None.

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Hunter comes on in, leaning against the desk, his arms folded. The quirk of his lips is brief, amused at his reply about Kate, and he shakes his head. "I'm only on loan to you people, remember? I get given jobs, I keep out of the internal bollocks." The grin is brief, and he shakes his head, "Just wandering, looking for Bobbi." The words are loaded enough without the glance. The biggest pressure Hunter has - his ex-wife, his lover, his superior here.

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"Yeah. Haven't seen her since she stormed out of my apartment," Clint repeats and leans baaaack in his rolly chair, fingers entwining behind his head. "'Tash was there, Hill, Falcon. Hill tried to explain to her that it was an order from on high, but even that wasn't gonna stop her when she had a good rage working up. So—"

Clint comes forward in his seat once again, and his voice lowers. "Warn me when you guys have a lover's spat, okay? Because she went from grinning like a Cheshire to spitting nails with abandonment issues. Hell. Kate wasn't even at the meeting, and it was deliberate. And Katie was pissed off with me." Clint just can't seem to catch a break, but he's not being mopey, so he and Kate must be back to 'okay'. "Because I don't want to get blindsided like that again."

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Hunter gives Clint a look, almost blankly, "Stormed out…?" His grin flickers back, "That isn't like Bobbi." Sarcasm, in true British style. "I had work to do. Fury asked me to work on something, remember." The reply is quiet and he glances away, a brief moment, "No fight, just… not seen her. But no offense, mate, I'll not be telling you if we fight. That is between Bobbi and I." His lips twitch, amusement surfacing, "And I'm sure she will tell me when she wants me to know."

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"Yeah, but when you guys fight, I'm gonna get the end of the stick. You know damned well that's what's going to happen. Everything she and I talked about, it'll be like nothing was settled. And I don't like seeing her like that." Clint's got his attention focussed now, and his expression and tones are deadly earnest. "We weren't like that, she and I. That's your gig, the yelling, screaming and walking out. We didn't fight like that. Ever. Now, when she's stressed and hurt and does stuff like that, I'm left to wondering. Because as dumb as it sounds, I still care what happens to her. She's looking for her way and wants to be happy. I just can't be the one to do that for her." A chuckle sounds and he shrugs as he rises from his seat. Arrows are grabbed and slung onto his back.

"I don't want to know what you fought about. Just a text, 'Heads up' would be great."

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Hunter stops grinning, his face turning sober. "Tell you what, when I start telling you how to be with Kate, you get to tell me about how Bobbi and I should be." He straightens too, giving Clint that blank expression, his arms crossing over his chest. "Oddly, we didn't fight, that is the thing. No fight, because I haven't seen her. If she came to you pissed, it wasn't me. For once." He steps towards the door, hands returning to his pockets, preparing to stroll off, to find Bobbi if he can.

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"I'm not telling you how to be, Hunter." And Clint's dead serious. "And Kate was never your ex-wife. Hell, you barely know her, so you damned well have nothing to say about her. Or me. We just happen to have been married to the same woman."

Clint turns around to grab his bow off the wall, and turns back around. "And you can stop being so damned defensive. Or not, I don't care. I'm gonna keep dealing with the fallout that isn't mine. I already dealt with that." And won't Valentine's Day this year be soooo much fun! "Honestly, I don't -need- a heads-up warning from you. Never needed it before, but I figured that seeing you still cared about her and I actually care what happens to her, that somewhere along the line, we'd find some agreement. Guess I'm wrong. So… you get to stay out of Kate and my life, just like I'm staying out of yours and Bobbi's." Clint pauses and straightens, "Sounds fair?"

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"Doesn't sound like you are staying out of mine, Clint." The reply is soft, the smile on his lips barely reaching his eyes, lacking humour. "I know Kate well enough for her to talk to me, so I consider her a friend. Neither you nor Bobbi will change that. I already told Bobbi that." He tilts his head, walking into the corridor and shaking his head, "I love her, Clint, and that never changed. Not when we got divorced, not when she married you, not when you got divorced. We're just… fiery." He shrugs, accepting that he and Bobbi will never be peaceful. "I'll warn you if I know she might blow up at you because of me."

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"I asked for a head's up, Hunter, so I'd know if she'd come at me with claws." Clint's not backing down; never has. He's not only a trained SHIELD agent, he's 'freelanced' for years with Black Widow before ever coming onto SHIELD radar. "Now, no. Don't tell me. And you, you get to stay out of mine and Katie's relationship. I'd say 'life' but I don't dictate who she sees and who she doesn't. Just be aware, that if I find out you -are- getting involved in that, we're going to talk again. Katie is friends with everyone. She's not as discerning as most."

Clint shuts his computer down, and starts to make his own way into the corridor. "I'm done with the fights and the heartaches. I love her, but not like that. Not anymore. Six months ago, maybe I would have tried. Convinced myself that it's what I'd want. But I'm done. I've apologized and that's all I can do. I'll go to my grave knowing we both screwed up, but…" Clint chuckles, but there's little humour in the tones, "Good luck, because she's going through abandonment issues again and mad about being replaced. Just a heads up when next time you see her."

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Hunter turns back, giving Clint a look, direct, serious. "Stay out of your relationship, but let you tell me how to be in mine, let you meddle with Bobbi. Give me a break, mate. She has never been replaced, not once since I met her, in my life. I'm doing my best here, one way and another." He shakes his head, "You think I'm some dick that is just fooling here, you seem to think I wish you and Kate some type of harm, and it isn't like that. Kate is a good kid, and I hope she gets all she needs."

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"Did I tell you how to act? I told you how she was feeling, what I saw. You do whatever the hell you want with that."

Clint's done, and he's locking his office door. "No one replaces a person. I figured that out. You replace a plant. A dog. Not a person. Ever."

The archer shrugs and extends his right hand for a quick clasp before he's got to go.

"Good luck out there, Hunter. Chances are good we probably won't be on the same team again. Keep an eye out for the real bad guys."

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Hunter tilts his head, considering the other before he takes that hand, "I'm sorry, man, Bobbi makes me …edgy." Blunt words of apology, the man not given to hiding his errors, "Good luck, whatever you are doing." A nod and he turns, heading towards the likely Bobbi locations.


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