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‟ my name is Clint. I really don’t want to fight! 〞

➵ mdni, sfw/nsfw ➵
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➵ portrayal inspired by Avengers: Earths Mightiest Heroes + the Fraction run ➵
"Now that I know the interest over dinners mutual, I don't think I'll ever feel an ounce of sadness again, how could I?' he teased again.

Noticing the other customer, he took another sip "I'll call you"
"we'll go to dinner soon, and you can be sure I'll be here again soon.

Can't keep me away for too long, Red" Clint teased, though he was being honest, no matter what happened he was going to see her again. . . . soon.
he didn't know. but he desperately wanted to, the more he thought about it, the more painful it all felt.

All the opportunities he sabotaged or cost himself because he chose to continuing living a life that rewarded nobody and nothing.
If they could be good, do good, despite everything they've done and endured, couldn't he?

if he was good would that fantasy of seeing the redhead at a dinner date or even pursuing her romantically be a realistic possibility?
He saw how men like Tony Stark went from being a war monger and profiteer, to being a selfless superhero and philanthropist.

How Charles Xavier lost his family and ability to walk via prejudice but continued to advocate for equality amongst all
Clint never asked for this lifestyle, his older brother was the only family he had. This was normal, this was all he knew.

But he didn't want that, he didn't want this, not anymore.
He needed to change.

Things needed to change.

This wasn't living, this was merely existing. The robberies, the constant evasion of authorities. The thrill might have been exciting and enticing, but he needed more.
nickname? . . . I think you need something better than nickname
nickname. . . i can't get too distracted before our mission.
I can't wait to drool. we just need a cool nickname, since spiders aren't usually purple and pink
you don't even have to ask. . . I'm wearing a latex jumpsuit than
I've never seen you bad, but i want to now.
"y'know, I've always wanted to ask you out to dinner, but I always feared about work getting in the way." he said, honest again, but only slightly.

"I didn't make it obvious, not in the slightest, but the truth is out" he said overdramatically in a joking manner, finishing his beverage.
"And we're going-- tons of travelling for a little bit. I don't know when I'm going to be back" taking another sip, hanging his head slightly and frowning.

He was continuing to be honest with her.
They were going from city to city, instead of fleeing the criminal lifestyle they continued to engage with it.

Even if that only increased the likelihood of getting caught, the thrill was too addicting to abandon, or so he theorized.
"Let's just say work is getting really intense" he was finally being honest with her. "work" was getting intense.

The authorities have begun to suspect the circus was involved in a string of robberies, assault and even murder by the hands of his brother and their boss, the "Swordsman".
"I can't say it's complicated because you'll know that's a bunch of crap. ." he leant against the countertop. Sipping on his coffee "trust me, Red, I really wanna tell you. But it's complicated--"

he sipped his coffee. The shop was fairly empty, making it easy for conversation.