[locked to She-Hulk] (original) (raw)

Clint Barton
clint_barton
2006-04-15 05:55:00

*carries Jen off to the small apartment he's been maintaining in New York. It's not much. Spartan would be the best description. A queen-size bed and a weight bench are the only peices of furniture. A tv rests on an impromptu stand made from milk crates. Two calendars, featuring hot girls leaning against shiny cars adorn the walls. Once through the door, he eases her to the ground, grunting with relief as he sets her down, and leans heavily on the doorframe to catch his breath.*

Being dead was, at it's best, confusing. One minute, there, the next, nowhere at all. Not that he was aware of it at all until that kid, the little…

Clint's up early, as usual. A leftover from all the way back to his carny days: Once the sun peeks over the horizon, he can't usually manage more…

Are there any poker players in the house? I don't play for anything but cash money, and I've been playing against such notables as Wolverine,…

Being dead was, at it's best, confusing. One minute, there, the next, nowhere at all. Not that he was aware of it at all until that kid, the little…

Clint's up early, as usual. A leftover from all the way back to his carny days: Once the sun peeks over the horizon, he can't usually manage more…

Are there any poker players in the house? I don't play for anything but cash money, and I've been playing against such notables as Wolverine,…