capeandcowllogs | 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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_{( 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!