Cape Town is beautiful and never gets what Clint would consider cold. If he were the type to take vacations anymore, it wouldn't be the worst place to go. The gang violence tends to make it a little less savory, though.
There are a lot of places to be. It's a big city. And yet, he becomes particularly aware of Steve's presence anyway.
He's kept an eye out ever since Mexico. Just in case. So Steve might not be looking too hard, and Clint might not be looking too hard, but they're both looking nonetheless. So one thing leads to another.
Keeps his distance at first. Wonders if Steve will just move on or if he'll start hunting. Wonders if Steve's caught on to him. Wonders if they're going to play a little game first or if they're just too old and tired for this shit.
Fuck it. Old and tired it is. Eventually, Steve is going to find Clint just plop himself down at whatever bench or cafe table he's at and help himself to some of that food. "You get bored?" through a mouthful.
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There are a lot of places to be. It's a big city. And yet, he becomes particularly aware of Steve's presence anyway.
He's kept an eye out ever since Mexico. Just in case. So Steve might not be looking too hard, and Clint might not be looking too hard, but they're both looking nonetheless. So one thing leads to another.
Keeps his distance at first. Wonders if Steve will just move on or if he'll start hunting. Wonders if Steve's caught on to him. Wonders if they're going to play a little game first or if they're just too old and tired for this shit.
Fuck it. Old and tired it is. Eventually, Steve is going to find Clint just plop himself down at whatever bench or cafe table he's at and help himself to some of that food. "You get bored?" through a mouthful.