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[nothawkette]

This...

Nothing about this is okay.

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[cornfedtrouble]

[He's not sure exactly which 'this' she's talking about, but he doesn't think she knows about his disability yet. Unless Barney's told her, and then he's gonna kill his big mouth brother because if anybody should be telling Kate, it should be him.

But.

He's holding off. There are more important things to be worried about. Like.]

Where's my dog?

[He can't tell if that came out louder than he'd intended or not, and really, he hadn't meant to say that. Yet.]

I mean, I'm glad you're back. Everything's gonna be okay, okay?

[nothawkette]

[Clint's creeper brother looked at her funny when she let herself into the apartment with her key, but they didn't exchange anything beyond pleasantries.

Kate tries to glare at him when he asks about Lucky, because seriously? but she points to the stairs leading to his room.]

He's up there. Don't worry. He's in one piece. [Kate's kind of glad the worst of her injuries cleared up in the days it took her to drive home. The rest of them were easily covered up with make-up.]

Yeah. S'gonna be okay. Perfectly okay. [She's not gonna cry in front of him. That would be stupid. She's an almost-Avenger.]

[cornfedtrouble]

[She looks like she's about to cry. It's kinda awkward because he's not sure what to do, and he brings his hand up to rub the back of his neck.]

Uh.

[Should he hug her, maybe? Or pat her head? No, that would probably be the wrong thing to do. So, he settles for resting his hand on her shoulder and squeezing.]

We'll figure it out together, okay? I promise.

[nothawkette]

I failed in LA. [She blurts it out, but before he can say anything else, she goes on.] I tried to prove that I could do it on my own, but I failed and Madame Masque destroyed my life and burned down the trailer that belongs to these nice old lesbians. And I got my ass handed to me and I came crawling back here because I suck.

Oh, and my daddy's the biggest futzing liar to ever lie and I...I need to stay here. I can't go home.

[cornfedtrouble]

[Clint blinks in surprise at the outburst, but then he frowns and moves his hand up to the back of her neck, squeezing gently.]

You know you can stay here as long as you need to, Kate. You don't suck, okay? We all stumble. [He sighs.] I haven't been doing so well myself. Tracksuit mafia's been after me. Hired some guy to ambush me. Shot Barney up and- [He motions toward his ear and signs that he's deaf.]