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It’s okay babe. I love you! And I’ll miss yooou.
You have my AIM and my phone number, text me whenever :) <3
I’ll miss you too, though. I’m just having a hard time getting into it and nothing helped.
((I have your aim, right? Cause I want to make sure we still talk cause you’re awesome.))
I don’t think we’ve ever talked on AIM unless I’m confusing you with someone else. Its just hankpymrp
Here lies the beloved AvengersRP
my autumn flower.
Somewhat less attractive now that it’s all corpisified and gross…
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I think I’m out.
I’m not feeling it, and… yeah.
I’m sorry Tash and Emily. I know we had plans but…seems like todays the day.
Ye who wants me knows how to reach me (hankpymrp on AIM if you don’t)
S.H.I.E.L.D. Recruit Survival Tip #2:
Remain aware of the ceiling tiles. Agent Barton likes to hide in them with NERF weaponry.
So… Clint is ceiling cat?
After two days…
“I think staying together makes much more sense.” She said, nodding quickly and reaching over to squeeze his hand. She didn’t feel right, but this had to be done. They’d both find a way to push through, there was too much depending on them at this point.
“I feel fine.” She said, lying easily. She didn’t feel like she was going to fall over yet though, and there was no way she’d let him go alone. “I can fly. I’d just…we need to go now, we’re wasting time.” She closed her eyes for a minute. She didn’t mean to suddenly sound so short with him. “I’m sorry. I just…yeah. We should go.” She nodded, dragging him towards the end of the vent before pushing herself off the floor so she could hover. “You know your way around much better. After you.”
“Alright, let’s go.” he said. He didn’t want her to worry about how she sounded. They were under a lot of pressure right now and neither of them felt well, and he understood that, so he just gave her a reassuring smile.
The flight felt far longer than he thought it would, flying over streets and cars of Boston rush hour traffic, into Roxbery. He looked at street names, flying over them until he found the correct one.
“Hey. It’s here.” he said, even just short sentences making him feel out of breath. He was sweating profoucly, but he didn’t want to let on. He looked back over his shoulder at Jan. “I think his house is the third one, that dark colored one there. Look at all the cables he has. Plus two satellite dishes. It’s got to be our guy.”
