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"It's Clint; you just missed me. You know how this ends."

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after a call that didn't go through—

[carmesi]

why does your voicemail sound so dramatic?
my phone has sticky buttons

[brandingproblem]

Everyone knows to leave a message after the tone. Except you since you didn't.
Clean your phone.

post-event 1, after a dome fight

[carmesi]

did you leave after your fight ?

[brandingproblem]

Didn't need to stick around.

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[terrorisms]

Don't go to the fringes.
Or don't go alone.

[brandingproblem]

I swear to god if it's more manequins

[terrorisms]

Ran into a pal of yours on the fringes.
Gotta say, the boy scout's even more handsome in person. Felt like staring into the sun.

[brandingproblem]

I don't think I'd generally describe Scott as sunshine but whatever floats your boat.

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[americassed]

Did you see all those job advertisements about the Rail?

[brandingproblem]

They've been trying to get that thing fixed up since before I got here.

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[terrorisms]

You free this week?
I want a little pow-wow with your pal Captain America and another friend of mine about the raider situation.

[brandingproblem]

Be a nice distraction after all the railroad work.
You have friends???

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[terrorisms]

We're doing Christmas at my place.

[brandingproblem]

Should I bring you an ugly sweater or do you have one already?

✩ christmas delivery

[americassed]

[ On the morning of Christmas day, Clint will be able to find a neatly wrapped box sitting outside his door. Inside it is a scrolled sketch of Clint imagined with his bow and arrows delicately tied with twine, as well as a mug. (Of course, the joke flew over his head.) The note on the box says - ]

Merry Christmas, Clint. Here are two reminders that you'll always be my favorite archer. Thanks for everything you've done for me ever since arriving to this place.

- S. G. Rogers

⨂ christmas gift

[opticular]

[ Left outside Clint's door on Christmas day is a festively wrapped box. Inside it is this leather tool belt. On the box, the note says - ]

Hope this helps you out when we're on shift together again. Happy Holidays, Clint.

- Scott

P.S. Sorry for not reaching out to you immediately after that night. I had some personal things I needed to fix. For what it's worth, I had a good time. Let me know if you're still up for those dumplings. Or a beer or two.

text;

[terrorisms]

I need a favor.
It's a big one.

[brandingproblem]

If you're stuck at soup again I'm leaving your ass there.

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[americassed]

[ While Steve knows Clint can fend for himself amidst this chaos - ]

Check in with me, Clint. How are you doing?

[brandingproblem]

Not dead yet.

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[nadine_he_loves]

Hey.

It's Nadine.

So those fish scientist people we helped out gave me a really nice piece of fish and I got some nice herbs and veggies from the market. I was wondering if you'd like to come over for dinner.

I grew up on the coast, I do pretty good fish.

[brandingproblem]

Is it recognizable fish, or are you winging it?

I mean I'll come over either way. So long as it's edible and smells good. Have to believe one of the tests they've run is on if the fish are safe to eat.

Text. because i can and we need to

[toughact]

[So, she has not... like. Talked to almost anyone about what happened. Not even a little. It's just easier to shut down and get a smarter mouth, maybe cower under a bed when the nightmares or paranoia or flashes of fear get to be too much. Whatever. That's just life, and you gotta get used to it. She's not about to pretend she's got 'normal' stamped across her forehead.

But yeah, talking to people? That's vulnerability, and that's hard, and she's pretty sure the first person who tries to speak to her with any sign of therapist jargon is only going to be served with rude comments from a very defensive teen girl who very much needs a therapist.

To the point:

She reaches out. Kinda.]

Do you teach people here how to shoot arrows if they ask nicely?

[brandingproblem]

[Frank is being an asshole. Fury's being kind of an asshole, too. Matt isn't even the same Matt he'd met before, and that makes things kind of weird, except he's also the same guy as ever, so it's not as weird? Amy is still a little bit of an unknown. She's a teenager that Frank wants looked after, and if he's gonna be too chickenshit to do it, then it's the rest of them that'll have to step up and do it.

That she's the one to text him about archery of all things is unexpected, but, sure, he'll take it.]

You could also ask less nicely and I'd consider it. I can pick you up at your place and we can head down to the range?

[You know, where Frank worked at, where he most likely isn't doing shit anymore since apparently working is for assholes when the work isn't killing people. Also so she doesn't have to walk or drive there herself. Because Clint is nice like that.]

text. not me fucking up my own planned ic misfire.

[imperatour]

[ She isn't going to ask. It doesn't matter if she wants to ask because she's already decided the end result.

But, having decided the end result of not asking doesn't keep her from the wandering wanting of it. Doesn't keep her from staring at a bright, blank phone screen in the dark while she lays wide awake in those terrible middle-of-the-night hours, when you're most painfully aware of how alone you are.

Did you find him, she can guess the answer (probably, Clint is stubborn). Is he okay, that one she doesn't even need to guess. She knows the answer is no. None of these answers change anything. The questions just keep her stuck, so she doesn't ask. She won't ask.

Which is great, except for when she drops her phone on her face. The keyboard smacking against her forehead and nose produces a very eloquent: ]

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[brandingproblem]

[Everything about everything about Frank fucking sucks. What happened sucks. The reaction sucks. Everyone else's reactions have sucked. Frank's ongoing bullshit sucks.

But if shit didn't suck, Clint's not sure what he would do with himself. There's always something to do, something to fix, because...because. Things being hard is not a good reason to just give up. It makes sleep difficult, though, because Frank's sleeping like shit, too. And they've shared that dark, empty void before. To the point where it's usually impossible to tell who the sensation originated from.

He thinks he'll be able to get back to sleep if he just rolls over and lets the exhaustion take him for a good solid several hours. But his phone buzzes, and his hand is already immediately reaching out. He knows it's not Frank. Frank is so thoroughly uninterested in talking to him that he'd be even more worried if it was.

It's Furiosa, and it's incomprehensible, and he squints at the screen in the dark.]

You okay?

[It wasn't a call, but it's late and abrupt and unfinished, and if she was in trouble--

If she was in trouble, who would she contact?]