#and maybe also the hashing out of the (extreme) caution that they display in the avengers-era ic

[smallblueandloud]

oh hey, i started working on something new (and old?) today :D

His first weekend off, he buys a train ticket to New York City to meet his soulmate. They arrange a time (10 am) and a place (the coffeeshop of a bookstore), and when Clint meets Laura it’s everything he’s ever dreamed of.

Laura Martin is beautiful, smart, and she doesn’t have parents, either. But here’s the important part: Laura agrees.

“I remember her, too,” she says, looking thoughtful. Her hair shines reddish-brown in the bright morning sunlight. “She hasn’t written anything on our skin in fifteen years.”

“But she’s still here,” says Clint. He can’t explain the gut feeling he has, just that it’s always been there. “I’m not the one washing everything off as soon as I write it. Neither are you, right?”

“No,” says Laura. She’s frowning. “Well, sometimes, but-- definitely not every time. Right?”

Clint raises his eyebrows at her. “There’s only one way to be sure.”

He produces a pen and waggles it at her.

#sb and l writes #sb and l is writing #mcu #ot3: just come home safe #fic: oh how was i to know #i don't know where this fic is going but i have the beginning parts sketched out at least #i don't think i wanna do a blow-by-blow of the kids and stuff but. i can do the meetings #and maybe also the hashing out of the (extreme) caution that they display in the avengers-era ic #verse: dancing with our hands tied