capeandcowllogs | he says 'love i'm sorry' and she says 'what for?';

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he says 'love i'm sorry' and she says 'what for?';

WHO:

mocks
WHERE: avengers mansion & elsewhere
WHEN: february 14
WARNINGS: idk yet
SUMMARY: second time's the charm. hopefully this log will actually be done by actual valentine's day.
FORMAT: whatever.

_{( Alright, Barton. Time to put your money where your mouth is.

He’s never been surer of anything in his life, and yet he’s never delayed anything so much either. He remembers the promise he made to her when they found each other again—“Nine days from now, we are not getting married.” But it has been more than nine days. It has been more than a year, especially when one considers their time at home and here. But there’s a lingering suspicion in the back of his mind, a shadow that reminds him how badly he failed the last time he was Bobbi Morse’s husband. He’s managed to make boyfriend work, more or less. Why is he messing with that, again?

Because he wants another chance. And so, on the morning of February fourteenth, Clint slips out of bed without waking Bobbi. He pulls on his clothes in silence, tiptoes out the door like the ninja he once tried to be. But he doesn’t leave her behind empty handed. On the pillow beside her is a note, signed with a arrow-struck heart. )}

Hey, Babe. Sometime last May we serenaded each other and promised never to talk about it again. I’m breaking that promise, but show up where it happened at noon and I’ll make it up to you.

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[Waking up to find a note, Bobbi initially went into a state of mild panic. After all, the last time Clint pulled something like this, he nearly got himself killed and Bucky's apartment exploded. But upon further investigation this situation seemed less dangerous and more... romantic.

Intrigued, Bobbi got herself ready to go, and once noon rolled around she arrived at the park where they'd had their awkward sing-along months earlier. Not spotting Clint right away, she found an empty park bench and made herself at home.]

_{( He's across the road a ways, watching to see when she arrives. When she does, he waits about six minutes before he notches an arrow and lets it fly. Good as his aim is, it sinks into the seat of the bench beside her, about eight inches away from where she's sitting.

He realizes she may find this annoying, and fast. But hey, he's too far gone to stop now. And so, attached to the arrow, another note: )}

You ever look up the street your old apartment was on, back home? There's a florist on the first floor of the building. You might want to check it out.

Edited 2013-02-07 19:35 (UTC)

[She nearly leaps off the bench, the arrow startles her so. So uncool, Clint. No way was she expecting that. Anyways, once her pulse settles down, she grabs up the note, eyes narrowing as she reads.]

What...?

[Her old apartment? Bobbi hadn't been there in years, hadn't even really thought of that place for more than a second or two. That said, she could locate it again in her sleep. It took awhile to walk there, but the trek was strangely and comfortingly familiar.

She arrived at the florist's and went inside, a small bell announcing her entrance.]

Yoo-hoo?

_{( There's a woman at the counter who takes one look at Bobbi and smiles wide. She points to a corner of the shop, where almost an entire wall is covered in white flowers, peach blossoms and cherokee roses. Sitting beside the display is a bouquet of white roses, tied with ribbon and--you guessed it!--another note. )}

Sick of me, yet? Cause if you're not, you can head down to the embassy and check out the mail chute, there might be something nice waiting for you there.

_{( The florist is grinning like an indulgent grandmother. )}

Go on, dear. We'll see that these get delivered back to your place.

[Bobbi's eyes light up and her heart skips several beats. Look, she's not normally one to get all soft and mushy over things like flowers, but this is honestly the most adorable thing in the world. And it's about a million times more romantic than Clint usually is.

She takes a moment to smell the flowers before trotting out the door, thanking the florist as she heads out, making her way to the embassy.]

_{( Even Clint's creativity has it's limits. So if she looks in said chute at the embassy, there's just a folded post-it note. On it is just an arrow, pointing right... towards the door, leading out into the garden courtyard. )}

[Not every clue can be her favorite flowers, she understands.

Clutching the post-it, she gingerly walks through the door and waits for her surprise.]

_{( See Clint. See Clint in a suit. See Clint with his hands in his pockets. See Clint look up and smile. )}

Heya, birdie.

[She has to laugh, she can't help it. He looks so handsome and ridiculous and cute.]

Hiya, hawk.

[With an almost bashful laugh:]

You look good.

I try.

_{( He nods, but then kind of scratches the back of his head and just looks awkward, for a moment.

Then he clears his throat. )}

So I was kinda hoping I could ask you something.

Oh? [She levels him with a look, trying to mask the sudden rush of nerves that's about to hit her. Just what does he have up his sleeve?] You know you can ask me anything, sport. Shoot.

_{( He pauses, awkwardly, shifts from foot to foot. )}

I love you.

_{( That wasn't a question, Clint. )}

I love you too, baby. [She looks at him expectantly, like she has a vague idea what might possibly be happening here.]

And I, well--here.

_{( He takes a box out of his pocket, small and ring-sized, and shoves it at her. )}

[She holds the box, staring at it but not opening it.]

Clint...?

_{( Staring at anything but her oh god she was just supposed to open it and put him out of his misery and--

He takes a deep breath, then looks up at her. )}

I know you said once that you weren't, anymore, but I've never stopped seeing you as my wife, Bobbi. I still want you to be my wife.

[Bobbi's eyes meet Clint's and for one long second it seems like she can feel the world spinning. What he's saying, what he's done, what he's asking of her, it all hits her heavily and leaves her feeling momentarily stunned. No amount of preparation could fully ready her for this moment. No matter how much she'd thought about it in the past year, weighed the pros and cons of taking things to the next level again, this still did blindside her for a second. Not in a bad way, mind, but enough to make the usually snappy Mockingbird feel dumbfounded and awestruck.]

You want to get married?

[Because that's the smartest thing she can manage until he confirms that she's not misunderstanding him entirely.]

_{( He takes a step towards her and takes both her hands in hers. )}

Yeah. I really do.

Like officially? [A beat.] Again?

[She takes a deep breath, knowing she should be really thinking this over, knowing that in the end, there really isn't anything to think about here.]

Because if you really mean it, then I'll be your wife.

Like, officially. With a party and cake and everything.

_{( It takes him a beat to realize that her response is positive. But when it sinks in his face breaks into a grin, and he grabs her around the hips and picks her up. )}

God, I love you.

[Bobbi laughs giddily, throwing her arms around his neck when he scoops her up.]

I love you too, babe! Now put me down so I can see what's inside the box!