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    Sergeant Pretty Eyes motioned towards the counter. “Is this your stuff?”

    “Oh. Yeah.” Clint wandered back to the counter to grab his keys, wallet, employee contract, and cell phone. He pocketed it all sheepishly.

    “Just make yourself at home, why don’t you?” Sergeant Barnes smirked. “Steve, civilians are wrecking the precinct.”

    “Sounds like a personal problem, Sergeant Barnes. And it’s Captain Rogers at work.”

    “That was rude, Cap,” Barnes said lightly. He turned back to Clint. “You can sit down again.”

     

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    Clint needs to be fingerprinted for a job. Too bad he ends up going Full Barton at the police precinct in front of the world's hottest police sergeant.

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    Peter looks at Mr. Stark. At Miss Hill. When they don’t budge and don’t back off, he looks at Bucky with what he is confident is pleading.

    Bucky turns his face to the window, but then speaks.

    “Stark, I owe you more than one, and this is the only reason I’m not laughin’ right now, but have you been hittin’ the bottle?”

    Oh, thank god. Finally, an ally.

    Was Peter having to dump Harry not enough? Because in Peter’s humble opinion it was, and he’s still unsuccessfully trying to scrape off the lingering guilt with a mental squeegee.

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    All jokes aside, the cat’s a good thing. Clint has some self-respect left and refuses to pine after a cat guy.

    “Are you actually being serious right now?” Nat elbows him in the gut as Clint stares at Bucky’s bleeding face, whimpering a little when he just spits out some blood and, with a scowl, waves off the medic who dares to approach him.

    “Why is this so hot?” Clint fans himself with his own t-shirt, stretching the cotton with each drag, and pines with the intensity and urgency of at least a hundred dying phone batteries.

    Clint has a type. And his type is assholes.

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    “Give me a mission,” the Winter Soldier says, a thread of desperation underneath the flat tone of his voice, and Clint’s way too sleep-deprived to deal with this right now.

    “Hold this,” he orders, shoves a cup of flour into mismatched hands.

    Then he goes back to mixing.

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    A really long redemption story.

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