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"nobody would know. nobody."
independent, slightly selective, oc friendly & multiverse/crossover friendly portrayal of clint barton from the mcu.
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@nomadlibertas Clint's not even looking at him, too busy washing his hair in a different shower. He doesn't even notice the fact Steve stopped singing at first before he cuts himself off and laughs.
"Don't stop on account of me being here, Cap'n."
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The communal showers are emptyโ
โฆ ๐๐ณ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ด.
Lathering soap, Steve sings quietly to himself, โ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ, ๐ด๐ฌ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆโโ
Safe to say, Morgan wasnโt the only one who enjoyed ๐๐ข๐๐ค๐๐ last week.
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"Window. Tired." Clint says simply, his face pressed against the pillow. He hasn't even taken his own aid out. He knew Evan would come in eventually and kick him out. He doesn't move yet though.