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it would be such a shame if someone made a ben wyatt.

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well i gotta go get ready for work. like if you want a starter.

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❝You’re off to a good start, kid. ❞

              ❝ Debate it over with Fury, not me.               C’mon, I even got your coffee started. ❞

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“No— I couldn’t have. ‘s not my place to say anything.”

He looks down at his hands, twiddling his thumbs. Regret starts to sink in, making his stomach churn and his breath catch in his throat. 

“Y’know, nevermind. Just forget I said anything.”

“You’re jealous?”

Is she surprised?  Maybe.  She’s used to him trying to make sure the people she dates aren’t complete slime-balls.  Admittedly, there might have been a couple.  But had she ever really considered that he could be jealous?  No, not really.

“You know, you could have said something.”

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if you don’t want to go to work and you know it, clap your hands.

               CLAP CLAP

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       “Because, Nat— I’m—”

He cuts himself off once again and sighs. Looking down at his feet, he tries to swallow his pride and tell her the truth, but he can’t even bring himself to look at her.

                “I’m jealous, that’s why.”

Natasha narrows her eyes, watching her partner.  She hates when he lies to her.  It’s not only infuriating but she generally dislikes avoiding the point at hand.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

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“Yeah, well. He’s a lucky guy—”

                Inhaling deeply, the archer rubs his neck nervously                 as he tries to decide whether or not he should just                 say it. It’s the fear of rejection; of losing his best friend                 that holds his tongue.

     “I lied.” He blurts out. “This— this is what I’m upset about.        You and Banner—”

“I like Banner – he’s sweet – but…  Guess I’m not really cut out for this kind of thing.”

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         ❝ It’s too early to be awake. ❞

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          ❝ Wake UP, Clint. We leave in one hour… ❞

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“We’ve all been there, ‘tash. Hell, I’m still there. It sucks, but doesn’t mean it’s bad.”

“You’re cute when you worry, Barton.  I don’t really know what’s going on with Banner.  It’s a thing, it’s… I don’t know.  Is it so bad I thought I could make something work?”

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“I know, I know. Just want you to be happy, that’s all. I just care about you, so sue me.”

“Sure, I mean… it’s fine.  Clint, I’m a big girl, you know that right?”

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“Are you happy? That’s all I wanna know.”

“Then I guess there isn’t anything to talk about.  It’s Banner, we’re… fine.”

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“No—no. It’s not. Just seeing how it’s goin’. That’s all.”

“Me and… Banner?  That’s what this is about?”

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“Yeah? ‘s a good look on you, sweetheart.”

  “I’M AS n a t u r a l as they GET, handsome.”

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❝works for me. ❞

              he places the takeout on               the counter and throws the               bag away before bringing the               food into the living room.

❝got you your usual.     hopefully you didn’t     want to try something new. ❞

     ❝   wow. ever the GENTLEMAN.  ❞  

                    she moves aside to let him in,                 before closing the door behind him

            ❝   alright - we need to finish our star wars marathon.                                            empire strikes back ? ❞

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        “if he’s directly linked to technology,          then there’s no way we could’ve          gotten rid of ‘im for good. unless          we destroyed all of technology, right?”

          “ from tony’s readings the past few months while i’ve been gone – there’s not              a single anomalous sign that ultron could be anywhere we’ve looked. so he’s              either dead or —- very, very good at hiding. ”

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“You an’ Banner— How’s that— How’s that goin’?”

“Clint, how long have we been friends?  I let you complain about everything.  Even if it’s ridiculous.”

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“Used t’be my dads.”

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“A farm?”