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The Great Pancake Disaster (and other fairly stupid tales)
Who: Clint, Bucky, Steve, Coulson, Natasha
What: Sticky superheroes
When: December 7th
Where: Battle Dome then Clint's apartment
Summary: Clint promised Bucky there would be pancakes. Things don't go quite as planned.
Rating: PG-15 for eventual non-sexual nudity?
The Battle Dome room is set up a little differently today, just while he waits for Barnes to arrive for their regular practice session. There are mats laid out on the floor and a trapeze in the centre of the room, high enough that it takes a little ramp to get up to it.
Right now though, Clint is focused on the tightrope that he's got set up to cross the room a couple of meters above the ground. It's been a while since he's done much with a lot of what he learned back in the circus, beyond shooting anyway, but Adele was right, you have to have something to soothe the boredom.
He takes the first step out onto the wire, sure footed, wobbling a little bit as he finds the balance for it, and the another step until he's out in the middle of the wire.
What: Sticky superheroes
When: December 7th
Where: Battle Dome then Clint's apartment
Summary: Clint promised Bucky there would be pancakes. Things don't go quite as planned.
Rating: PG-15 for eventual non-sexual nudity?
The Battle Dome room is set up a little differently today, just while he waits for Barnes to arrive for their regular practice session. There are mats laid out on the floor and a trapeze in the centre of the room, high enough that it takes a little ramp to get up to it.
Right now though, Clint is focused on the tightrope that he's got set up to cross the room a couple of meters above the ground. It's been a while since he's done much with a lot of what he learned back in the circus, beyond shooting anyway, but Adele was right, you have to have something to soothe the boredom.
He takes the first step out onto the wire, sure footed, wobbling a little bit as he finds the balance for it, and the another step until he's out in the middle of the wire.
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Clint is already there when he arrives, so Bucky lets himself in. It's not their usual setup, but he doesn't say anything. He folds his arms and leans back against the wall to watch Clint move across the tightrope.
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"You're early. Did you miss me so much?"
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He unfolds his arms and steps over to explore, the curiosity in his gaze not at all hidden by his casual attitude. "What else can you do with this stuff anyway?"
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He shrugs one shoulder when Bucky asks that. It's been a while since he'd practiced most of those skills much. "I can juggle pretty well. Throw knives. I can do trapeze although it's been a while."
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His expression turns thoughtful. It's an unconventional skillset, but he can see where some of it would come in handy, and it's not like he's got better things to do with his time around here. Maybe, if Clint's up for it...
"Oh yeah? Think you could teach me?"
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It's nothing that should ever have come in so useful, but considering he spends a lot of his time in high places, on ledges and rooftops, perhaps it isn't so surprising.
"Uh, sure. What do you want to learn first?" He's got nothing but time after all.
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Knives seem like the most useful. He'll always prefer guns, but knives are quiet, and low-tech. After the wild west he's thinking he wouldn't mind a little more than hand to hand and the rudimentary knife-work the army taught him.
Juggling would be more for kicks, and trapeze... well he's got a thing about hanging on to bars and heights. His gaze lingers anyway, and the uncertainty is what makes up his mind for him.
He indicates the trapeze with a tilt of his head.
"That. If you're up for it."
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He flashes a grin and gives Bucky his time to think, doing a few easy stretches to keep himself limber before they move onto anything more strenuous. He's a little surprised when Bucky suggests the trapeze; he'd expected knives maybe, something more obvious for combat, but maybe it makes sense when they're not at war anymore.
"Sure. We can do that. How's your upper body strength?"
It's not an idle question, and he's not trying to be insulting. It takes a lot and using a bow is very different from a rifle.
He heads over to the trapeze and jumps up to grab hold of it, pulling himself up with a swing so that he ends up sitting on the bar.
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Hard to bet when there's no money. Bucky shakes his head and strips down to his undershirt as usual, and since Clint doesn't question the undoubtedly weird choice of activity, Bucky goes with it too. He stretches out, eyes tracking Clint as he moves. He makes it look easy, of course.
"Not too bad. I kept up with boxing, the usual amount of climbing in the field. That doesn't look too hard."
It's easy enough to jump and grab hold of the bar, and even to haul himself up, but after that he lives to regret his words very, very much.
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SHIELD paid him well, and good assassins commanded a high price on the open market. Plus, he rarely spent any money anyway. SHIELD took care of most of his expenses.
He can't help but grin when Bucky says that, remembering saying something similar when he'd first tried.
Once they're done, and it certainly ended up being a hell of a workout, he claps Bucky on the shoulder. "Not bad for a first time. Should we work this into our regular workout?" He's grinning as he says it.
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"Just what you need, the chance to take pictures." He returns Clint's grin, and gives it a moment's consideration while he gathers his things. "How handy does it come in for you?"
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Natasha would find it hilarious, he was sure, and he was all for finding Natasha hilarious things.
He pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful. "I use grappling hooks pretty frequently. And it's useful for getting down from high places quickly."
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Which, considering what they usually get up to, is less of a threat and more like Tuesday.
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He just smirks at Bucky and nods. "Ready to head out? I'm starving."
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Bucky rubs the side of his neck, almost self-conscious. That fight left an impression to say the least. He collects his stuff and heads for the door with Clint.
"Your place or mine? You owe me pancakes, don't think I forgot."
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"Mine? I have the ingredients. I should probably pay off that debt."
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The walk back to Clint's place is all easy banter, and once they settle in Bucky helps himself to a glass of orange juice while Clint pulls out pancake ingredients.
"Need any help?"
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They settle down in the kitchen, while Clint starts mixing up the batter. Pancakes are one of the easiest things to make with the most basic ingredients, and good for feeding large groups of people. Something he'd learnt back in the circus.
"I'm okay. I could make these in my sleep."
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Bucky straddles a chair and rests his arms across the back of it, lazily watching Clint move about the kitchen.
"You're a man of many talents. Got any chocolate chips?"
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"Yeah, I have chocolate chips. What kind of heathen do you think I am?" And he grabs the pack from the cupboard and pours them all in. The more the better, right?
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Clint's brother sounds like a real class act, but he knows better than to talk about someone's family. "Doesn't mean you don't deserve better. If it had been me laid up, you'd have done the same thing."
He grins at Clint's comment about the chocolate chips. "Hey, don't use all of 'em." He sits up a little and holds out a hand. "Come on, share."
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"They'll go straight to your thighs, Barnes," he says warningly, grinning as he takes a palmful for himself before passing the bag over.
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He's not usually too worried about himself, but he spent most of his adolescent years in and out with Steve. Waiting is the worst.
He's glad to hear he's not off the mark with the way he's got Clint pegged.
He starts eating chocolate chips right out of the bag as soon as Clint hands them over. The comment doesn't register right away, but he gets the gist of it after a moment and shakes his head. "If that's what you're worried about the future's a bleaker place than I thought."
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The moment it takes Bucky to get what he means is a sudden sharp reminder of the time difference between them. He eats his own handful of chocolate, chewing them thoughtfully. "Oh, in that way, it's plenty bleak. Weight loss is a multi-billion dollar industry." He turns around to start heating up the oil in the pan.
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He's got no idea what to make of weight loss being an industry. It's not like cars or bullets and bombs - how does that even work? And then Clint says it's a multi-billion dollar industry and Bucky decides he must be joking. He rolls his eyes.
"Nice try, Barton. There's not that much money in the whole country."
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The reaction takes him by surprise and he frowns, giving Bucky a confused look. "What? 'course there is. The economy is worth... trillions. A few trillions. And we kind of owe that much money to other countries too." Economics was not really anything he tried to understand. He got paid enough to live comfortably. That was all he really cared about.
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"...Huh. Everything really did cost less in the old days. You could see a show for a quarter on the weekends and that was gettin' a little pricey."
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