Steve R & Clint (with Lucky!)
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om_mainSteve goes out to play with Lucky, and Clint joins soon after.
It wasn't as if he didn't have quieter places to work. Steve had his own workspace, as well as the small space he'd carved out in Tony's room, which, while maybe not typically quiet, was private, and the bots didn't bother him. It was just that sometimes, he liked going out and getting inspiration from the outside world, sketching people as they went about their day, un-posed and genuine.
A cold, wet nose against his hand drew him out of his thoughts, and he smiled when he saw Lucky staring at him and wagging his tail. "Hey buddy," he said, leaning forward to rub his neck and ears. "You need to go out?" The puppy enthusiasm was a clear enough answer, so Steve set his supplies aside and pat his thigh as he started to walk towards the doors. "C'mon, Lucky, let's go outside."
The little mutt of a puppy gave a jump, tail going a mile a minute as he practically bowled into the back of Steve's legs in excitement. Of course, the chip in his collar could let him go anywhere he was allowed in the building, including outdoors, but somehow, the companionship was always much more preferable than wandering around outside by himself. He nipped at Steve's pants leg in impatience, trotting against his leg and practically tangling him up as they headed toward the door.
"Hey, easy," Steve said playfully, hopping on one foot to avoid tripping over Lucky. Once they were outside, Steve grabbed a stick and started taking steps back,pretending like he was going to throw it a few times before he finally did.
Lucky ran forward and back, yipping, then racing across the yard, trotting sideways at times, waiting for Steve to throw it, ears flopping the breeze.
"Oh, I see how it is!" a voice called as he ducked down the back walk. Dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a purple t-shirt that had seen better days, Clint had his hands stuck in his pockets, a backpack thrown over one shoulder.
Steve let the stick fly, careful not to fling it out of the confines of their yard, before turning and waving a hand to wave at Clint. "Don't worry, Barton, you're still my favorite," he joked, then added, "Just getting in?"
Clint just grinned as he came to a stop near Steve, watching Lucky scoop the stick up in his jaws, shake it around a bit (to make sure it was dead), then come romping back to the two of them. "Yep. Had a flight lesson today."
"Nice." Steve crouched down as Lucky came back, taking the stick and pulling at it lightly for a game of tug-o-war. "I'm going to start those soon, hopefully. How're you doing?"
"Love it," Clint grinned wide and set his bag down nearby before crouching with him. "I never thought I would, you know. It's a lot to remember, and if I fuck up, well. You know. But just being up there...it's powerful."
Steve grinned, both happy for Clint and eager to start himself. "You won't mess up, you're capable." Clint could be a little careless sometimes, he knew from tutoring, but he also didn't think he'd mess around when it counted, either.
Lucky released the stick, and Steve held it high for a moment, letting the dog's anticipation build, before chucking it carefully across the yard. "It sounds great. Are you doing them through the school?"
"Nah," Clint answered, watching Lucky bound over to the stick, scoop it up in his mouth, then take a couple of loping victory laps around the yard. Sure, he'd bring it back, but the puppy did love sticks. "I'm not on the teams, so I can't. Coulson found an airfield near the school that does private lessons. This guy. He's hysterical. The stories he tells, I can't figure out if he used to be air force, or like, a gun runner or something."
Steve laughed, pushing a hand through his hair. "Well, let's hope it's the Air Force." He considered, for a moment, asking for the name, but he wasn't going to be at the school much longer. He smiled as Lucky ran back towards them and played tug-o-war with him for a few minutes, careful not to use too much of his strength. "Are you thinking about joining one of the teams?"
"Oh, hell no," Clint snorted, reaching out for a scruffy pass over the puppy's head while they played. Mostly to keep himself from reacting too violently to the question. Coulson still had faith in the teams after all, even if Summers was a dick and a half. "I turned that one down the second it came my way."
Steve laughed, and let Lucky win, making faked-out grabs for the stick to keep him excited. "I feel compelled to tell you that you'd be a good asset, but considering I'm not joining either, I can't say much."
"Oh yeah?" Clint tilted his head, regarding him curiously. "I woulda thought you'd be at the front of the line. I mean, the way you rounded us up when Tony was in deep."
Steve grinned a little. "I will be, just not with LXQ. I...Summers runs a hell of a team, but I've realized there are a few things that show we have fundamentally different opinions. From what I've heard, he's as stubborn as me, and a team won't run well if two people are fighting constantly. I know I wouldn't be able to help myself. I didn't pass up the Army just to take orders from someone else I don't agree with."
He got the stick from Lucky and tossed it again. "I'll find a way to serve, just not that way." His grin became a little mischievous as he glanced at Clint. "And then I can just fight about it with Tony instead. He's still not real thrilled with me."
"This coming from the guy fighting cyborgs in downtown New York?" Clint snorted.
"Right? Granted, I wasn't real thrilled with him with that, either, though that's more over his lack of backup than anything else." He gave a sigh, one that hinted at the 'discussions' that had been had on the topic. "But to be given something like my mutation and not use it to try and do you part- I don't know. Seems selfish, to me. At least for myself."
He didn't think that of anyone else at the school, and likely would have argued for anyone else's right to do with themselves what they felt was right. Maybe that was the problem, why inaction felt wrong. He knew what he thought was right.
Clint was quiet for a moment and reached out to scruff Lucky's head to give himself something to do as he gathered his thoughts. "You know, I'm trying to keep a low profile, for a lot of reasons, but as long as I'm not recognized, I might be helpful as that backup thing. I've been told I've got good eyes."
Steve looked over for a long moment, then smiled and gave a single nod. "Good luck getting Tony to work with you, but as for me, I'd feel a lot better out there if I knew you had my back." He had a brief moment of guilt for encouraging others into danger, but, well. Clint was the same age as him, and between his skills and his pilot lessons, he knew that there was no chance of Clint going into this. "It was a damn good thing that you were there. I don't think I ever said that, with everything that was going on."
"Eh, I just shot a few arrows," Clint shrugged. "You, Maximoff, and Stark did the bulk of the work."
Steve laughed and elbowed Clint in the side. "And one of those arrows just happened to take out their suits. I'm serious- did you see me after that fight? We would have been in trouble if we hadn't found a solution."
But Clint probably wanted a subject change, and Steve wasn't particularly adept at talking about feelings either, so he pushed himself off the ground and offered out a hand. "Hungry? I can cook us something."
"Hey, I never say no to food," Clint grinned, rising to his feet and shouldering his bag. Yeah, he'd seen Steve afterward, and he knew Tony hadn't been in great condition either. Parker probably could have held a couple of them off, and Pietro had mostly been on crowd control, but he knew it had taken all of them there to make sure that the only ones who took a beating were the ones already in the fight to begin with. Maybe Steve was right about his part in it. Maybe they should all work together more often, but Clint wasn't going to be the one to suggest it. Let Rogers and Stark work it out. In the meantime, Clint would just enjoy the company.
It wasn't as if he didn't have quieter places to work. Steve had his own workspace, as well as the small space he'd carved out in Tony's room, which, while maybe not typically quiet, was private, and the bots didn't bother him. It was just that sometimes, he liked going out and getting inspiration from the outside world, sketching people as they went about their day, un-posed and genuine.
A cold, wet nose against his hand drew him out of his thoughts, and he smiled when he saw Lucky staring at him and wagging his tail. "Hey buddy," he said, leaning forward to rub his neck and ears. "You need to go out?" The puppy enthusiasm was a clear enough answer, so Steve set his supplies aside and pat his thigh as he started to walk towards the doors. "C'mon, Lucky, let's go outside."
The little mutt of a puppy gave a jump, tail going a mile a minute as he practically bowled into the back of Steve's legs in excitement. Of course, the chip in his collar could let him go anywhere he was allowed in the building, including outdoors, but somehow, the companionship was always much more preferable than wandering around outside by himself. He nipped at Steve's pants leg in impatience, trotting against his leg and practically tangling him up as they headed toward the door.
"Hey, easy," Steve said playfully, hopping on one foot to avoid tripping over Lucky. Once they were outside, Steve grabbed a stick and started taking steps back,pretending like he was going to throw it a few times before he finally did.
Lucky ran forward and back, yipping, then racing across the yard, trotting sideways at times, waiting for Steve to throw it, ears flopping the breeze.
"Oh, I see how it is!" a voice called as he ducked down the back walk. Dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a purple t-shirt that had seen better days, Clint had his hands stuck in his pockets, a backpack thrown over one shoulder.
Steve let the stick fly, careful not to fling it out of the confines of their yard, before turning and waving a hand to wave at Clint. "Don't worry, Barton, you're still my favorite," he joked, then added, "Just getting in?"
Clint just grinned as he came to a stop near Steve, watching Lucky scoop the stick up in his jaws, shake it around a bit (to make sure it was dead), then come romping back to the two of them. "Yep. Had a flight lesson today."
"Nice." Steve crouched down as Lucky came back, taking the stick and pulling at it lightly for a game of tug-o-war. "I'm going to start those soon, hopefully. How're you doing?"
"Love it," Clint grinned wide and set his bag down nearby before crouching with him. "I never thought I would, you know. It's a lot to remember, and if I fuck up, well. You know. But just being up there...it's powerful."
Steve grinned, both happy for Clint and eager to start himself. "You won't mess up, you're capable." Clint could be a little careless sometimes, he knew from tutoring, but he also didn't think he'd mess around when it counted, either.
Lucky released the stick, and Steve held it high for a moment, letting the dog's anticipation build, before chucking it carefully across the yard. "It sounds great. Are you doing them through the school?"
"Nah," Clint answered, watching Lucky bound over to the stick, scoop it up in his mouth, then take a couple of loping victory laps around the yard. Sure, he'd bring it back, but the puppy did love sticks. "I'm not on the teams, so I can't. Coulson found an airfield near the school that does private lessons. This guy. He's hysterical. The stories he tells, I can't figure out if he used to be air force, or like, a gun runner or something."
Steve laughed, pushing a hand through his hair. "Well, let's hope it's the Air Force." He considered, for a moment, asking for the name, but he wasn't going to be at the school much longer. He smiled as Lucky ran back towards them and played tug-o-war with him for a few minutes, careful not to use too much of his strength. "Are you thinking about joining one of the teams?"
"Oh, hell no," Clint snorted, reaching out for a scruffy pass over the puppy's head while they played. Mostly to keep himself from reacting too violently to the question. Coulson still had faith in the teams after all, even if Summers was a dick and a half. "I turned that one down the second it came my way."
Steve laughed, and let Lucky win, making faked-out grabs for the stick to keep him excited. "I feel compelled to tell you that you'd be a good asset, but considering I'm not joining either, I can't say much."
"Oh yeah?" Clint tilted his head, regarding him curiously. "I woulda thought you'd be at the front of the line. I mean, the way you rounded us up when Tony was in deep."
Steve grinned a little. "I will be, just not with LXQ. I...Summers runs a hell of a team, but I've realized there are a few things that show we have fundamentally different opinions. From what I've heard, he's as stubborn as me, and a team won't run well if two people are fighting constantly. I know I wouldn't be able to help myself. I didn't pass up the Army just to take orders from someone else I don't agree with."
He got the stick from Lucky and tossed it again. "I'll find a way to serve, just not that way." His grin became a little mischievous as he glanced at Clint. "And then I can just fight about it with Tony instead. He's still not real thrilled with me."
"This coming from the guy fighting cyborgs in downtown New York?" Clint snorted.
"Right? Granted, I wasn't real thrilled with him with that, either, though that's more over his lack of backup than anything else." He gave a sigh, one that hinted at the 'discussions' that had been had on the topic. "But to be given something like my mutation and not use it to try and do you part- I don't know. Seems selfish, to me. At least for myself."
He didn't think that of anyone else at the school, and likely would have argued for anyone else's right to do with themselves what they felt was right. Maybe that was the problem, why inaction felt wrong. He knew what he thought was right.
Clint was quiet for a moment and reached out to scruff Lucky's head to give himself something to do as he gathered his thoughts. "You know, I'm trying to keep a low profile, for a lot of reasons, but as long as I'm not recognized, I might be helpful as that backup thing. I've been told I've got good eyes."
Steve looked over for a long moment, then smiled and gave a single nod. "Good luck getting Tony to work with you, but as for me, I'd feel a lot better out there if I knew you had my back." He had a brief moment of guilt for encouraging others into danger, but, well. Clint was the same age as him, and between his skills and his pilot lessons, he knew that there was no chance of Clint going into this. "It was a damn good thing that you were there. I don't think I ever said that, with everything that was going on."
"Eh, I just shot a few arrows," Clint shrugged. "You, Maximoff, and Stark did the bulk of the work."
Steve laughed and elbowed Clint in the side. "And one of those arrows just happened to take out their suits. I'm serious- did you see me after that fight? We would have been in trouble if we hadn't found a solution."
But Clint probably wanted a subject change, and Steve wasn't particularly adept at talking about feelings either, so he pushed himself off the ground and offered out a hand. "Hungry? I can cook us something."
"Hey, I never say no to food," Clint grinned, rising to his feet and shouldering his bag. Yeah, he'd seen Steve afterward, and he knew Tony hadn't been in great condition either. Parker probably could have held a couple of them off, and Pietro had mostly been on crowd control, but he knew it had taken all of them there to make sure that the only ones who took a beating were the ones already in the fight to begin with. Maybe Steve was right about his part in it. Maybe they should all work together more often, but Clint wasn't going to be the one to suggest it. Let Rogers and Stark work it out. In the meantime, Clint would just enjoy the company.
