It can be, [ she says, even though it's obvious that it's not. Tony shrugs it off instead, rolls the rim of the glass against her lips without ever taking a sip, tiny red smears left along in their wake. ] He probably knows you love him already, the little shit.
[ But it's careless — why shouldn't it be? Sure, she's got blueprints for floors and an interesting idea fizzing through her veins when it comes to the word team, but she knows Barton less and next to nothing about Nathan, even with his short stint at her side.
Tony finally glances up from Clem to the crowd, glancing over girls in red and a spy and their illustrious captain. ]
[ deflection is a thing. clem should put more effort into it, but maybe she's gotten complacent. people at s.h.i.e.l.d. give her a wide berth these days, and it doesn't take much to shut them up. a glare, a tightening of her jaw, it'll all get the job done. tony isn't exactly a s.h.i.e.l.d. suit though. ]
Love's for children. [ nathan's words in clem's mouth. they don't fit. they don't sound right. clem knows how limited she is, but clem's the sort for big, sweeping loves, the kind of love that destroys worlds. she's so human it's painful at times.
it's inconvenient as fuck in this situation.
but that falls by the wayside because then tony-- ]
You want a medal for that observation?
[ it's not something she admits, but it's the truth. clem's broken somewhere deep down but she's so furious for tony dragging it up. the arch of her eyebrow says, get to the point. ]
[ Clem doesn't have to say the words for Tony to get to the point. She drains the rest of her glass, ice clinking against glass the same way her nails catch on metal.
Love's for children. Sounds like bullshit, but Tony can get the appeal. There's nothing fully human about Nathan Romanoff, anyway, and Tony's not even going to bother pretending to understand any of— that. S.H.I.E.L.D makes her antsy in more ways than one. ]
He doesn't make things easy, huh, [ she says, because hell if she's going to leave something like that alone. She can recognize when something is parroted — she's done enough lying out of her own mouth, other people's words on her tongue. ]
[ the grim smile on clem's face says, no, he doesn't, but that's what she signed up for. ( not really, but who's keeping track? ) clem's slid into things more or less, joined the avengers by accident because sure as hell wasn't her name in those files. but here she is and here they are and there's nathan across the room and-- ]
Fuck it.
[ self-destructive, impulsive behavior, that's what coulson would call it, but coulson's dead and she won't be calling anyone anything anymore. so clem downs the last of the whiskey in one gulp. ]
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I JUST CAN'T QUIT YOU!!!
[ But it's careless — why shouldn't it be? Sure, she's got blueprints for floors and an interesting idea fizzing through her veins when it comes to the word team, but she knows Barton less and next to nothing about Nathan, even with his short stint at her side.
Tony finally glances up from Clem to the crowd, glancing over girls in red and a spy and their illustrious captain. ]
Loki fucked you up, huh?
[ And who knows where she's going with this. ]
I WOULDN'T LET YOU TRY
Love's for children. [ nathan's words in clem's mouth. they don't fit. they don't sound right. clem knows how limited she is, but clem's the sort for big, sweeping loves, the kind of love that destroys worlds. she's so human it's painful at times.
it's inconvenient as fuck in this situation.
but that falls by the wayside because then tony-- ]
You want a medal for that observation?
[ it's not something she admits, but it's the truth. clem's broken somewhere deep down but she's so furious for tony dragging it up. the arch of her eyebrow says, get to the point. ]
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Love's for children. Sounds like bullshit, but Tony can get the appeal. There's nothing fully human about Nathan Romanoff, anyway, and Tony's not even going to bother pretending to understand any of— that. S.H.I.E.L.D makes her antsy in more ways than one. ]
He doesn't make things easy, huh, [ she says, because hell if she's going to leave something like that alone. She can recognize when something is parroted — she's done enough lying out of her own mouth, other people's words on her tongue. ]
—You want to get out of here?
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Fuck it.
[ self-destructive, impulsive behavior, that's what coulson would call it, but coulson's dead and she won't be calling anyone anything anymore. so clem downs the last of the whiskey in one gulp. ]
Sure.