CLINT (HAWKEYE) BARTON (
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driftfleet2016-05-17 08:11 pm
Action: Open.
Who: Clint, Kate, and Kara || OR YOU
Broadcast: No broadcast.
Action: Iskaulit.
When: Tonight.
(CLOSED TO KATE AND KARA)
[When Kate Bishop says, 'I want to introduce you to a friend', get suspicious. Have a beer, find a pack of cards from where it had been stashed behind Varric's bar, deal yourself a few hands of Solitaire and park your butt. Dress in your best purples. They'd recently been discussing their respective romantic prospects, so he was primed for one of two equally unpleasant scenarios. Had Kate found him a date? Had Kate found someone for her own dating purposes? Was this some sort of weird thing where she wanted Clint to like the guy? A permission thing? Have another drink, consider upping and leaving, check the time like a billion times.
But they're weren't late, not yet. He was early. Because, what if he wanted to make a good impression? You only get one chance.]
(OPEN TO EVERYONE)
[Before this anxious meeting, and probably after it, Clint will be on what he has come to think of as the ship-with-the-bar-on-it. Hit him up there, or bump into him while he gets bored and takes to broadening his understand of what this place has to offer. Expect him to be nervously fiddling with a pack of cards - performing feats of accuracy that defy the laws of fluid dynamics. In the gardens chopping off the heads of this or that flower with edge of a rapidly spinning card or curving another one gracefully through the air from one end of the hallway to another. He even stands for a fair while looking at the mural. Anywhere else, he'll at least pop his head in.]
Broadcast: No broadcast.
Action: Iskaulit.
When: Tonight.
(CLOSED TO KATE AND KARA)
[When Kate Bishop says, 'I want to introduce you to a friend', get suspicious. Have a beer, find a pack of cards from where it had been stashed behind Varric's bar, deal yourself a few hands of Solitaire and park your butt. Dress in your best purples. They'd recently been discussing their respective romantic prospects, so he was primed for one of two equally unpleasant scenarios. Had Kate found him a date? Had Kate found someone for her own dating purposes? Was this some sort of weird thing where she wanted Clint to like the guy? A permission thing? Have another drink, consider upping and leaving, check the time like a billion times.
But they're weren't late, not yet. He was early. Because, what if he wanted to make a good impression? You only get one chance.]
(OPEN TO EVERYONE)
[Before this anxious meeting, and probably after it, Clint will be on what he has come to think of as the ship-with-the-bar-on-it. Hit him up there, or bump into him while he gets bored and takes to broadening his understand of what this place has to offer. Expect him to be nervously fiddling with a pack of cards - performing feats of accuracy that defy the laws of fluid dynamics. In the gardens chopping off the heads of this or that flower with edge of a rapidly spinning card or curving another one gracefully through the air from one end of the hallway to another. He even stands for a fair while looking at the mural. Anywhere else, he'll at least pop his head in.]

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[ that's right. i. she ain't claiming this as some kind of joint effort, clint. ]
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What were they auctioning?
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A tape. A bootleg.
[He rushed to answer before Kate - and he didn't lie. Not exactly. There were multiple copies.]
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Well, it sounds like you're a good team.
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[Don't think too hard about it. Clint clearly wasn't. He was going through his drink pretty quickly. Maybe it was a good thing it wasn't the slightest bit alcoholic.]
Kate said you do -- the news? What's that like?
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I work in media. I'm a personal assistant for a powerful woman.
[ she doesn't really want to talk about her day job, though. she's just gonna take the plunge ]
Actually, I'm an alien. I just live on Earth.
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[He's talking to Kara, but looking at Kate. It could be some sort of weird joke-thing he wasn't getting, or maybe he misread a news-people jargon-word. There was a fair amount lost in translation with the lip-reading and everything, but he was better at reading Kate's lips than anyone's. Either way whenever any conversation took a sudden weird tangent, his first assumption was that he'd screwed something up eyes-wise.]
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Kate didn't want to keep secrets from you, but I wanted to meet you. Tell you myself, you know? But I'm a superhero at home.
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So...
[Shit. He lowers his voice, because, let's be honest, they could all be speaking quietly besides him right now and he'd never know. Clint does have at least one ounce of tact.]
The news thing is a secret identity.
[Being secretly alien and secretly super, that had to be a lot to juggle.]
Some of my best friends are aliens. Plus we're in space.
[So, you know. No big deal.]
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Hawkeye, [ she tries this again. quietly. ] Meet Supergirl.
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Unfortunately, just taking the name of my older, more established male counterpart wouldn't have worked for me.
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[Hey, it'd be symmetrical wouldn't it? He was trying. And even though they'd already shaken hands, he shook again.]
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You know, I'm going to start calling him that. Actually, it's Superman. My boss at work named me Supergirl, without knowing it was me, of course. I thought it was kind of childish.
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[ kate shrugs. then, for kara's benefit. ] He's one of the Young Avengers, with me.
[ or he was. she can't bring herself to explain how teddy's now on a fully-fledged avengers team, and with clint no less. ]
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[ still. Hulkling sounds weird. what a weird name ]
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[She doesn't, he just wanted to call her that.]
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[Then, 1/4 a second of turning cogs.]
Wait-what?
[Come on Kara you were supposed to be on HIS side here.]
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