How Can I Help You?
Roleplaying Log: How Can I Help You?
Participants
IC Details
Synopsis:

Bobbi sneaks up on Clint while he performs his archery training. A heart to heart is had.

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IC Date: February 11, 2019
IC Location: New York City - Triskelion - Training Floor
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 12 Feb 2019 04:01
Rating & Warnings: PG->Yucky emotional heart to heart stuff.
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Associated Plots

Training Day!

….for at least one purple archer.

He's dressed in partial gear. the boots and pants he normally wears when on duty as Ronin, but he wears a grey shirt with the S.H.I.E.L.D. Eagle logo on the front, with the meaning of the acronym on the circle around it. He seems to be in good spirits as he's at, you guessed it, the Archery range.

he takes a breath, before drawing two arrows, releasing both, and both hit the bullseye. too close to determine which one is closer to dead center than the other. But he doesn't seem pleased by that.

If anyone were to ask, Clint usually comes here 2 hours a day to train JUST his archery and keep his skills sharp.

* * *

"Aren't you supposed to split the arrow with the other one?" comes a familiar voice. "That's how it works in the movies."

That's Bobbi Morse, the Mockingbird. Agent of SHIELD. "Still, good shots." she admits from her vantage nearby, leaned against a wall. "How're things, Clint?"

* * *

"Eh, usually. Decided to do something new and fresh." Clint just smiles to himself setting his bow down and looking at Bobbi. A smile for her. "Hey Bobbi. Well, kinda lonely. I miss our movie nights. But my heart will go on." clearly he's being humorous and not actually serious.

Rom-Coms literally almost killed him once.

"How about you?"

* * *

"I've been worse." she drawls, the slight southern accent she usually quashes very carefully creeps back into her voice. "How's the dog

* * *

"I've been worse." she drawls, the slight southern accent she usually quashes very carefully creeps back into her voice. "How's the dog?" she wonders.

She pulls herself off the wall, amoothing out the fabric of her Mockingbird outfit as she straightens. "I feel bad about that, Clint. But… you know. We're both too busy." Seems as good an excuse as many.

* * *

"The dog is fine, though maybe you should come by? Lucky could use his lady friend." Clint teases her, but he also approaches, looking her in the eyes. "It's okay. I know we are. But…" he pauses, looking to the side, then to her eyes.

"Are we okay?" he feels as he needs to ask, they don't spend time together like they used to.

* * *

Bobbi sighs. "I'm not sure I'm ready to talk about this, Clint." she says. "It… it's not you, really. Since I was brought back everything has been weird. Really weird."

"I'll try to find time to come by more, but there's always some other mission or getting ready for a mission, you know?"

* * *

Clint crosses his arms, looking her in the eyes. "Is this your way of saying you don't want to see me again? you never…quite want to talk about it." Clint then averts his eyes, knowing what happened to Mockingbird and…everything else. "I'm sorry. For everything. I should've been there."

"I know you will…eventually. It's just…hard."

* * *

"I didn't say that." Bobbi replies quickly. "You're great, Clint. I mean… I married you, right?" She runs a hand through her hair. "I just didn't, I don't know how to talk about this, about us, about everything. It's just been easier to be busy and not have this conversation. I don't want it to become a fight or anything, since like I said… you haven't done anything wrong."

* * *

"Well, it's still the best day of my life, so…I would certainly hope you think I'm at least decent." Some of Clint's humor peaks through again, but he takes a deep breath, letting his arms fall. "I just don't know how to help you. I don't want to fight either, but…I feel useless." he looks her in the eyes. "and when it comes to someone you love, that's the most awful feeling." he approaches closer, even reaching for her hands.

"Tell me how I can help."

* * *

Bobbi doesn't pull away, but neither does she get close. She lets him take her hands. "You are. You are helping by letting me have time and space. I have to figure this out somehow and though I'd love to let you just make it all better that won't work."

Another sigh. "You're a good man, Clint Barton. I don't care what anyone says about you."

* * *

Clint looks at Bobbie and he just squeezes her hands. "I know it won't work." he sighs. "But…I'm happy to at least help somehow." he did feel useless lately. he's just a guy with a bow and arrow, plus really good aim.

That's it.

But he smiles to Bobbi. "Thanks, love. It means the world. and no matter what, you know I'm here for you. for anything."

* * *

"You never miss, do you?" Bobbi says with a touch of a smile. "Bullseye to the heart, man."

She nods. "I know you're there for me and that means a lot. It really does."

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