The Great Pancake Disaster (and other fairly stupid tales)

[asthehawkflies]

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.

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[jamesbarnes]

He rests his chin against his arms, silent for a moment. Being an orphan is tough, even with little things. He used to hate being fussed over, but the first time he got a scrape and his ma wasn't there... Well, he got into a lot more scrapes, when he thought that absence was all he'd ever have of her again. He got a lot of time to feel sorry for himself before he realized there were people who had it worse, and in a lot of ways he'd been lucky.

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."

[asthehawkflies]

"It's not... it's just appreciated. I go stir crazy in medical at the best of times." He hated being laid up when he knew he was going to recover. Worrying that he wasn't, yeah, not in the best state of mind there and nothing to keep him busy while he waited. "And yeah, I would have." He wouldn't have wanted to leave anyone alone for that.

"They'll go straight to your thighs, Barnes," he says warningly, grinning as he takes a palmful for himself before passing the bag over.

[jamesbarnes]

"You're welcome." He concedes, and that's about all he's going to accept from Clint. "I hate hospitals too."

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."

[asthehawkflies]

"Does anyone like them?" Really, you only went there when bad things were happening. And Clint had mainly been in medical for really bad things.

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.

[jamesbarnes]

"Only on the way out."

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."

[asthehawkflies]

"Couldn't agree with that more."

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.

[jamesbarnes]

He's about to tell Clint to cut the crap already, but it's not his usual kinda joke. His expression goes from confused to thoughtful. There's something they're both missing here.

"...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."

[asthehawkflies]

"Damn. You can't even get a candy bar for a quarter these days," Clint says pouring for the first of the batter into the pan, the oil fizzing and popping. "Going to the movies costs about eight bucks a time. More if you want popcorn."