❛ bad life decisions。❜ (
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capeandcowllogs2013-02-05 05:07 pm
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he says 'love i'm sorry' and she says 'what for?';
WHO:
trickshot &
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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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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