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entrancelogs2014-05-17 01:59 pm
Here they are.
Who?: Clint Barton, Tony Stark, and YOU?
When?: Saturday. Late evening.
Where?: Outside. Of sorts. Pretend you all got invitations.
Rating: PG-13, folks. No more than that. This is a somewhat kid friendly event, okay.
Summary: Tony craves attention, Clint craves recognition. When you get down to it they are the same thing and with one billionaire-genius-playboy-philanthropist plus one ex-carnie get together it equals Cirque Du Avengers
Okay no, they don’t really have a name, but Clint has a costume and Tony has a suit. Get your second-hand embarrassment facepalms ready.
The Story:
At some point Clint made a network post, wearing a Jumpsuit. He wanted his old uniform but the closet compromised. Far gone enough that he doesn’t even realize what he looks like. Standing in an improvised spotlight, he’s got a bright purple bow and sparkling arrows.
“Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girls, children of all ages! Tonight! A night of magic, mystery, death-defying events and dare devil behavior! I am Hawkeye, the world's greatest marksman and tonight with the help of my partner in crime I intend to prove that to wonderland at large with the help of my lovely assistant… pardon me partner in crime Mr. Tony Stark- who should be flying in at any moment...”
Settling back - he waits for the previously agreed upon music on an...extremely terrible sound system.
Oh God, Barton, this was supposed to be Tony's show, not Clint's. They might have agreed on music but Tony thought surely Barton could have dragged something out of the closets better than that, despite the fact that the closets like to play practical jokes. Whatever. This was for shits and giggles, right? The name of the game was that people were definitely going to be paying more attention to the guy in the badass flying suit than the weirdo with the purple bow and sparkly arrows.
He dropped from the sky then, landing in a crouch, before he straightened, faceplate of the helmet popping open so he could heave a huff at Clint.
"Dude, why didn't you let me set up the sound system." Tony spread his arms, pulling a face at Barton and shaking his head, giving it all in a stage whisper that could still be clearly heard. "You have to tell me these thing ahead of time, I coud have had JARVIS work up something, come on." If they were going to do this, they shoud have gone bigger.
“Tonight! we will demonstrate spectacular feats of skill, showmanship, and marksmanship above all! The show goes until all the arrows are gone, folks.”
By way of demonstration he reached into a bag at his feet, pulling out a white ball and tossing it into the air. Faster than you’d think, Clint draws and shoots - arrow soaring through the air and spearing the ball to land at his feet.
“Ready Iron Man?”
Another flat-mouthed look at Clint, and the faceplate snapped shut. "JARVIS, see if you can override that sound system, we can do better than that. Alright, Hawkeye, toss 'em up. You scratch the armor, you're repainting it by hand." And with that he was gone, leaving a dust cloud in his wake.
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It may take her a while to show up, because the sight of that outfit had her in stitches for longer than she'll admit. She may have saved it for blackmail purposes later on.
Still, when she wanders out to join Clint a short while later, it's with an expression that is both exasperated and amused as she shield her eyes against the light and searches the sky for where Tony's gotten himself to.
"Do I even want to ask what prompted this?"
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He jangles when he talks, "...You're not enjoying it?"
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