Closed | Kate Bishop | I put coffee in my coffee

[thehawkguy]

[Clint still isn't used to this place but he's definitely getting there.

It's the closest thing you can get to paradise, right? No angry mutants trying to tear his head off, no aliens falling out of the sky, no Russians trying to evict him from his home, just paradise. Paradise, and Lucky. Oh, and Kate.

Alright, maybe Kate is a little higher up on the 'good things about this place' list than he's giving her credit for, but she's still a damn brat so he's not going to let her know that. She doesn't remember coming back to New York and that just means that she's been angrier with him than he'd like, but Clint is used to that. The women in his life are always angry at him, what else is new. It doesn't mean that he doesn't appreciate the fact that she's around, and he's going to appreciate that whether she likes it or not. So there.

He wakes him at the crack of noon, having passed out on his couch the night before. They still haven't managed to figure out the whole living situation thing, so Clint's been taking the couch while Kate takes the one bedroom in his apartment. He argued with her for it but just barely; he always knew that she was going to get it, he just didn't want her to feel like he was giving it to her.

He doesn't bother putting on a shirt as he yawns and shuffles around the apartment in sweatpants and socks, scratching his stomach as he moves to the coffee machine that already has a full pot of coffee ready from the timer about an hour ago. He leans back against the counter and brings the entire pot to his mouth, drinking heavily from the side of it before spilling some down his front.]

What - aww, coffee,

[he groans and places the pot down on the counter, lazily reaching to grab a paper towel and wipe his chest while also running his socked foot over the few drops that hit the tile floor. All better.]

Kate! It's your turn to do dishes, I need a coffee mug.

[He doesn't even know if that's true or not but he's pretty sure it's her turn.]

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i'm sorry i'm so late

[tryit]

[It is so not her turn.

In fact, it hasn't been her turn for days now. Kate isn't an idiot. She never thought that living with Clint would be easy. Actually, easy is the last word she'd ever use to describe life with Clint. Along with peaceful. And organized. And clean. And, well, so on and so on.

For the most part though, she's kept quiet about cleaning up after him. It's not like their normal interaction but there is a small part of Kate that feels guilty for stealing his bedroom. So she tries to make up for that by ensuring there's always at least one clean plate for pizza and one clean coffee mug. Kate knows that it isn't much but hey, it's the little things that count, isn't it?

Apparently not.]

C'mon, Clint. [She grumbles the words as she walks in to the kitchen. Unlike her mentorpartner roommate, she's fully dressed (thank you very much). She wears a lilac colored robe over her yoga pants and tee, as well as fuzzy purple slippers. Kate stifles a yawn as she shakes her head at him.] I did 'em last night.

[Beat. She rubs at her eyes and her noise scrunches up almost immediately.] Aw, put on a shirt.

don't worry about it!!

[thehawkguy]

I shouldn't have to put a shirt on, it's my apartment!

[ He says it as if it should mean anything before he looks over at Lucky, who's curled up on the couch and watching them with interest. ]

Right?

[ The dog barely responds beyond a little huff of air out of his nose and Clint groans before he sets the coffee pot down onto the counter top, grumbling under his breath. ]

Traitor.

[ Fine. He's going to his bedroom to get a shirt, alright Kate? His bedroom, which, may he remind you, he has been letting you use without complaint. He starts to dig through his dresser as he calls out to her. ]

If you did 'em last night then why don't we have any mugs?

[ Beyond the fact that he probably only owns two of them. Alright, maybe he has to go out and buy more dishes. He returns into the small kitchen with a shirt on (whatever) before moving to the sink and starting to wash the dishes in there himself. ]

We need dishes. Where do you even go for that?

[ He stops after finishing both coffee mugs and he dries them off before handing one to Kate, moving to pour his coffee first and leaving the pot on the counter for her. ]

We should probably get like, a bed. Too. One of those pull out couches.[ He cocks his head to Lucky. ] He's been complaining about his back.

[tryit]

[It might be his apartment but right now he's stuck sharing it. That means he has to follow some rules and standards of decency here. It's only fair. (Even if, truth be told, nothing about this situation is fair to begin with.

Kate grins back at the dog.] Knew you always had my back, Lucky.

[Then she turns her attention back to Clint. Or, more so, Clint's bedroom. It's hard to resist facepalming at almost everything that Clint says. There's no mugs because she's already used one this morning and who the hell knows where the other one is. Obviously you go to any store that sells home goods to buy dishes. How did he even get the few he has in the first place? By raiding Avengers Tower?]

He's a dog. [Said flatly as she goes for the coffee pot.] He doesn't know how to complain. Unlike some other people I know.

I doubt Itinere has an Ikea. It wouldn't hurt to look.

[thehawkguy]

Yeah, well, [ he lets his eyebrows rise as he brings the mug to his lips, giving Lucky a suggestive look when she alludes to someone else in the apartment that complains. ] I wasn't going to say anything.

[ Oh, wait, she probably meant him, right? Oh well. ] Ikea? Do we really have to go to Ikea to get mugs? Oh, the bed. Couch bed, right, yeah. They probably have mugs too.

[ He pauses for a stretch of time in that way that says 'I still have stuff to say I just don't know how to say it casually' before he clears his throat, and Clint stares down at his coffee mug as if particularly interested in his own reflection before he continues. ]

If we're going to get a pull out bed we might as well pick up some stuff for you, too. You know, a dresser. Some furniture you like. Sheets, bedding, whatever.

[ Because fine, Kate is staying here, and fine, she's a brat but she's his favorite brat and she's still probably mad at him since she's from a point in the past where he really messed up. Which is time's fault, not his fault, but still. ]
If you're going to stay here you might as well have stuff that's yours, that's all.

[tryit]

[Of course she meant him. Really, Clint, is there anyone else in the apartment she could have been talking about? Sometimes Kate really wonders how he's made it this long in life without her help.

Maybe leaving him behind in New York while she ran away to California was a mistake. She can only imagine all the pizza boxes and take-out coffee cups that must have started to overflow in her absence.]

C'mon, Clint - [She starts to admonish him again during his silence. Then he starts talking again and she's smiling. It's a real smile, one that shows both gratitude and just how touched Kate really is that he's letting her stay with him.] Really?

[Yeah, the smile's still there. Kate still hasn't forgiven him for all the crap he's pulled, but this seems like a good start.] You're not going to try to kick me out anymore?