OPEN OPENESS FOR THE MASSES

[snickerdoodled]

OPEN POST!
For general shenanigans! Throw your people at my people, using existing verses, or hey, let's get crazy and come up with new ones. It'll be a party. 1, 2, 3, GO.

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[ofafeather]

[She snorts, then kneels down to the the bomb.]

We have three minutes to get out of here.

[Which just makes her grin even more, because Bobbi Morse is kind of a crazy person and enjoys the challenge of getting out of a building before they're caught and killed in an explosion.]

Let's go.

[And she starts running. She really did memorize the way out, luckily for the both of them. At top speed, they should make it out with time to spare.]

[shootitout]

[She ignores his sunglasses? Cruel. But if it's time to run he goes, smiling more than good taste calls for.

There's no job like this in the world.]

Three minutes, huh, you're off by--

[--that's quite an explosion, but by God, he's not going to look. Just keep running, Clint.]

[ofafeather]

[Bobbi can be cruel. Sometimes.

But she keeps on running. And doesn't look back when it goes off early. Just keep running. And maybe giggling a little too gleefully at that explosion.]

It was a rough estimate. I didn't exactly have the best bomb-building tools in the universe to work with, okay?

[shootitout]

[Always.]

I honestly don't know why they let you out of the nuthouse.

[Best partner, or best partner? He's turning his head to smirk at her when his expression abruptly goes focused, bow and arrow flowing seamlessly into play. It's a look that means get down.

The arrow catches the guy driving the Jeep right in the throat, and Clint falls back towards the closest cover, the flickering flames casting a vicious heat and glow over everything.]

Ideas, Morse?

[ofafeather]

About why they let me out of the nuthouse? Fury paid them off.

[She knows that's not what he was asking, but she couldn't resist.

Once the two of them are under cover, her hands go directly to her empty holsters out of habit, and she sighs. They'd searched and taken everything, so they couldn't even call for backup.]

Kill them all, and catch a bus to the nearest airport?

[Hey, it's a good plan. One that she looks way too happy about.]

[shootitout]

Hope you brought your bus pass. I lost my wallet in Istanbul.

[Coulson thinks Clint's smartassery is a sign of poor adjustment. He's right, at that. But with two more Jeeps full of angry kidnappers and reinforcements surely on the way, a dozen arrows left, and only Morse at his side?

...actually, the odds are good. He just mouths off out of habit.

He tugs two explosive arrows from his quiver and tosses them to her.]

Have fun with those.

[Then it's back to picking off kidnappers. Just another Monday.]

[ofafeather]

Oh, I could kiss you.

[Oh, this is the biggest grin yet. Even bigger than her smile over the bomb.

She jumps up, and winks.]

Try not to shoot me.

[She and she runs directly toward the kidnappers, and, with the aid of the explosive arrows and some fancy martial arts, she takes care of the ones that Clint doesn't. It's almost like a competition, to see who can get the most in the least amount of time.]

[shootitout]

[By the time they've cleared them Clint is determined it's a tie. It just is. He vaults over cover and runs to the Jeep still functioning, collecting four arrows and three guns on the way. No time for anything else. He climbs into the passenger seat and offers Bobbi the paired handguns.]

I expect that kiss now.

[He's fairly sure she'll kiss him, laugh, or slap him. All are acceptable.]

[ofafeather]

[She laughs and kisses him because he gave her guns.

Man, she loves guns.]

Happy now?

[shootitout]

...yep.

[And grinning like an idiot he loads his gun. He may love his bow, but there's a time and place, and that's not climbing up the frame to provide cover fire for their daring escape.

Fury is going to kill them both. He doesn't really mind. Hopefully Coulson won't be too heartbroken. He does get Clint's collection of Sports Illustrated swimsuit editions in his will, after all.]

[ofafeather]

[And Bobbi starts to drive them the hell out of there, while she lets Clint take care of the rest of the shooting.]

Don't get used to it, hot shot.

[shootitout]

Please. You know you can't resist me.

[As they go, there's a certain unavoidable bumpiness to the terrain. Clint doesn't miss much, but it's certainly not ideal.]

This is a bad time to make woman driver jokes, right?

[Somewhere, Maria and Natasha's 'shut up, Clint' sensors just went off.]

[ofafeather]

Just watch me resist you.

[Maybe she drives over a few extra bumps just to prove a point. Maybe.]

And yeah, probably.

[shootitout]

[He bit his tongue, you monster.

But he's grinning, because he's possibly insane.]

The lady--[a bullet almost clips his ear, and he flattens down]--doth protest too much.

[ofafeather]

[She just laughs.]

In your dreams, Barton.

[shootitout]

They're vivid, I promise.

[She's going to shoot you as soon as this is over, Barton.]

It'd help if I had more waking material to work with, though.

[ofafeather]

Buy me a drink when we make it back to civilization, and we'll see what happens.