Clint's smile remained, though a hint of bitterness and melancholy mixed in it.
"Technically, Barney is the better shooter of the two of us. He takes less compromises. He doesn't say no."
He tried to shrug the new tension in his shoulders off and made another step to leave the arcade behind, this new surge of memories that actually wasn't such a bad one and still always seemed to turn into one.
Did it really have to be this way? Nothing in his past the he could think of without blame, anger, blood? If he didn't want that, he had to work to make it stop, that was what he just told Natasha. Move on from the bad memories, make up for his own shit and try to replace the rest with good ones. Maybe this place was as good to continue this mission as any.
Instead of passing the arcade by, he suddenly turned, still holding Natasha's hand, and pulled her through the glass doors inside, already searching for some change in his pockets.
"Ladies first..."
Taking a small, mocking bow, he pointed at the seat of the mentioned multiplayer.
"That way you get to choose your pac-man too. Don't take the female one if you don't want to wear a ribbon on your head."
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Date: 2014-02-20 07:14 am (UTC)From:Clint's smile remained, though a hint of bitterness and melancholy mixed in it.
"Technically, Barney is the better shooter of the two of us. He takes less compromises. He doesn't say no."
He tried to shrug the new tension in his shoulders off and made another step to leave the arcade behind, this new surge of memories that actually wasn't such a bad one and still always seemed to turn into one.
Did it really have to be this way? Nothing in his past the he could think of without blame, anger, blood? If he didn't want that, he had to work to make it stop, that was what he just told Natasha. Move on from the bad memories, make up for his own shit and try to replace the rest with good ones. Maybe this place was as good to continue this mission as any.
Instead of passing the arcade by, he suddenly turned, still holding Natasha's hand, and pulled her through the glass doors inside, already searching for some change in his pockets.
"Ladies first..."
Taking a small, mocking bow, he pointed at the seat of the mentioned multiplayer.
"That way you get to choose your pac-man too. Don't take the female one if you don't want to wear a ribbon on your head."