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PRACTICAL if we're gonna win this one, some of us might have to lose it.	RESILIENT do you know what it's like to be unmade?
SKILLED if i miss, it means im just another dude with a bow.	DETERMINED this is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for.

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[ Sam's more than happy to be a fanclub of one, thanks. He'll leave the Cosmo writing to the experts.

And he can just picture the whole damn Tower littered with the pin up calendars she'd have conned them into - as if he'd have taken much conning - sitting there with a secret smile like a cat who's got something buried in every one of her favorite spots in the yard. He misses her more than he could ever say, but... that's life.

Sam knows all too well what it means to move on after going out together is no longer an option.

But Clint's response tips Sam over even more, laughing so hard he needs a moment to catch his breath. ]

( He would. ) [ He would, that's the thing, Sam's got no doubt of that. ] ( Bet he's shuddering somewhere in the station. )

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[ l a m e way to be a buzzkill, Sam.

But it's true isn't it? As far as Clint's concerned, Nat was the best of them. She would've run circles around them to get them to do the calendar if she really had her mind to it. Thought it wouldn't have taken much effort to convince half of them, really. He misses her like a lost limb, never ending.

But he can breathe without her, can live despite it. Can laugh, full bodied and grin at the way he can feel Sam's breathless amusement. ]

( How 'bout you? Who would you pick? ) [ They definitely don't sound like gossiping teenagers, no way. ]

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[ w o w technically Sam is the one who brought this buzz in the first place.

There'll be other moments to think more about what they've lost, about what they miss, to spend a few moments in melancholy. Maybe more than a few.

But not tonight, tonight is for laughter and buzzing in their veins, for silly, harmless gossip. ]

( I gotta pick just one? ) [ Another laugh, a flash of people he'd be more than happy to see a pin up of - Steve Shiro Misato Shepard Aoba Clint himself. ] ( Man I'm tempted to say Bucky just to be a shit, but. Ren, he'd make it his own. )

[ ...and also to be a shit, but that's beside the point. ]

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[ only technically!! But ok, maybe he can get away with it this time.

If only because Clint is more concerned with sinking into the buzz and the easy affection and even easier laughter. Still, the stream of people makes him huff with laughter. Trust sam to have a laundry list of would be pin-up wishes. not that Clint is disagreeing with that list though -- Sam has good taste. There's a little pulse of approval, even as Clint grins, teasing teasing. ]

( Going for the tall, dark and broody look, huh? )

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[ Damn right he can.

Because that's right where Sam is, too, and he grins at Clint's huff, unapologetic. He does have good taste; Clint's presence on that list included. He hums happily back, the picture of puffed up feathers all pleased and amused. ]

( I hear that's popular these days. Maybe I gotta work on getting my brood on. )

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[ Well obviously Clint would be on the list -- he's hot stuff. Modest too, really. Simply laughs and laughs, picturing sam as that puffed up bird. It's probably one of the most entertaining thoughts he's had in a while. Good old bird humor, never lets him down. ]

( Go get some tips from Barnes.)

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[ Nah, when you've got what Clint does - there's no need to be modest. Sam sure as hell isn't. Nothing wrong with knowing you look good as long as you're not cocky about it. ]

( Maybe when he ain't hiding from me. He might appreciate it instead of getting all huffy at me whenever he feels things. )

[ Not that Sam blames him, not with everything, but Sam wouldn't be Sam if he didn't snipe a little bit at Bucky Barnes. And because it'd made Clint laugh earlier - there's another image, a fluffy cat with a poofed out tail. ]

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[ good because he's really pretty shameless. I mean why else would you wear sleeveless uniforms unless you knew you had great arms? To put it simply, clit never skips arm day. Everyone should appreciate. ]

( Just approach it like a mission, might drag himself out from under the bed. )

[ Clint might be treating Bucky like a spooked kitten but is he wrong? No. especially when sam sends him that mental image of a fluffed up cat -- he's sent into helpless laughter all over again. ]

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[ Never stop being shameless, Clint, Sam is grateful for those arms on display.

It's a good thing this is a mental conversation, because Sam's laughing so hard he probably wouldn't be able to actually talk. Sam's made the comparison before, to Bucky being like a spooked kitten that wants affection but is wary of it; it's just never been funny like this.

Maybe because of all the alcohol helped imagery, and because it's too damn good to make Clint laugh. ]

( Maybe I should join him under there if I'm supposed to be getting broody lessons. )

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[ As if he could stop, what with Sam's open appreciation. Enjoy the gun show, Sam.

But good, good. Because Clint would probably never let it go if this wasn't a mental conversation. If Sam was laughing so hard he cried, breathless and speechless, all but giggling over the image of the fearsome Winter Soldier as a kitten.

Priceless. ]

( I dunno, he seems territorial. Might bite. )

[ The real question is whether or not that's a bad option. ]

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[ Hell yeah, Sam is always gonna enjoy the view.

He kind of hopes that Clint never lets it go anyway, because Sam is definitely never going to let it go. The two of them, drunk and giggling over the Winter Soldier's poofed up fur and fluffy tail. ]

( Hmmm. Well as long as it wasn't too hard. )