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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[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.