Atlas Gym, Friday

[so_hawkward]

The good news was, the weather in Fandom wasn't as deathly hot as it had been over the last few weeks. The bad news was, it was still warm enough that the gym's air conditioning being on the fritz was making things a little uncomfortable. Clint had his shirt draped around his neck, and a portable fan blowing at him while he sat on hold and waited to talk to someone to come out and fix whatever was wrong. He didn't like having to sit still, but he knew the moment he moved would be the moment a human being finally picked up, and he'd had all the frustration he could handle for a little while.

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[throughaphase]

Kitty hadn't gotten very far inside when she looked over- hello, by the way- and realized, "This is not a place I want to get sweaty in today, is it?"

Because bad days require pretty icons in the ol' inbox.

[so_hawkward]

"That's a personal choice," Clint said, smiling at Kitty so she wouldn't see him being frustrated. "I mean, you're welcome to stay, but you might get a little more sweaty than usual."

Yes, yes indeed.

[throughaphase]

"I'm weighing my options," she said slowly. "Is that call so important you can't take it outside, where I think it might actually be cooler?"

[so_hawkward]

After a long moment, Clint said, "I'm going with yes, because otherwise I look kind of dumb. Also, it's too hot for logic, I'm going with that too."

[throughaphase]

"It's too hot for most things." Like shirts.

[so_hawkward]

Oh Kitty, you know you like it.

"I'd rather be too hot than too cold, but yes, this is awfully annoying." Clint smirked at her. "You could stand here and help cool me off. It'd be kind of like exercising, right?"

[throughaphase]

Of course she did. She had functioning eyes.

Kitty paused, and waved her hands in a fanning motion towards him. "How's that working for you?"

Hint: not well.

[so_hawkward]

"Aww, no, we need to get you a real fan or something." Clint paused, thinking about that. "Then again, that would also give you something to smack me with, so maybe not."

[throughaphase]

"Now do I look like I would I do a thing like that?" she asked. "Just because I'd have to expend energy fanning you while sweating to death myself?"

She so would.

[so_hawkward]

"I've learned not to underestimate the women here," Clint said. "You look all innocent, but you could totally be capable of taking my head off."

[throughaphase]

Whiiiich she was. She wouldn't, but she could.

"Have you found that out from experience?" she checked. "I mean, not literally, since you still have your head."

[so_hawkward]

Clint laughed. "No, I've been on my best behavior, thank you very much. But I listen to the radio. I see stuff." That was the least creepy way to say that he watched people, really. "From the stories I've heard, people here seem kind of badass in general."

[throughaphase]

"Half the people here are from different versions of our universe," Kitty told him. "That should explain a lot."

[so_hawkward]

"You're right, that does explain a lot," Clint said. "I don't know how so many of us ended up here though. I mean, our universe isn't that bad, is it?"

[throughaphase]

"Might depend on where you're from..." Kitty allowed. "I think it's fine as long as we don't see people showing up from one place en masse..."

[so_hawkward]

"What do you mean? Is that something you've seen before?" Clint asked, leaning on the desk.

[throughaphase]

"No, just that it seems like most people showed up here by themselves and Fandom happened to plunk them down in the middle of the rest of us by chance. If a whole group of people show up all at once saying 'That's it, we're done, this is better,'" then it'd be a different story," she explained.

[so_hawkward]

"Like a bunch of people trying to escape from something. Yeah, that wouldn't be so good," Clint agreed. "I'd like to say it couldn't happen but... I mean, I don't know everyone's stories, but I've heard enough that... I don't know, I think at some point, there's got to be a limit to how much freaky stuff can happen to bring people here, right?"

[throughaphase]

"...Uhhhh," Kitty said eloquently.

[so_hawkward]

Clint thought about what he'd said for a second and sighed. "Was that tempting fate? Should I not have said that?"

[throughaphase]

"No, no, it's fine," Kitty told him. "I can just think of a lot of things."

[so_hawkward]

"I'm sorry," Clint said sympathetically. "Things are better here though, right?"

[throughaphase]

"I'm not complaining," she assured him, smiling. "And yeah, I think so. I definitely like the people, shirtless company included."

[so_hawkward]

"Sounds like I should sit here like this more often," Clint said. "I like most of the people here too, present company definitely included."

[throughaphase]

"If you sit here like this more often, I doubt you'll see anyone complaining," she admitted. "You might even see a spike in business."

[imablackwidowbaby]

"Okay, so here's what I'm thinking," Natasha said after enduring maybe fifteen minutes of this. She paused, then continued, "It involves threats."

[so_hawkward]

"Only if I get to watch you make them." Clint knew what kind of entertainment he liked, thank you.

[imablackwidowbaby]

"Of course," she assured him, fanning herself with a handy bit of paperwork. She wouldn't deprive him of such fun.

[so_hawkward]

Clint leaned over and fanned her as well since an uncomfortable Natasha was something no one wanted. "It's times like this that I remember why boring, mundane lives aren't so much fun."

[imablackwidowbaby]

"It's kind of silly," she pointed out. "How much time have we spent in, I don't know, warehouses with no climate control at all? And yet I am roasting."

[so_hawkward]

"Obviously, our time here is making you soft," Clint said matter-of-factly. The fact that he was clearly sweaty and uncomfortable didn't mean anything at all.

[imablackwidowbaby]

"Obviously," she agreed. "I'm considering taking off my shirt." Despite the fact that it might cause an incident, specifically when some guy couldn't remember where her eyes were and she had to kick his ass.

[so_hawkward]

"I certainly won't stop you, but you get to clean up the bloodshed if someone looks at you the wrong way. Unless you'd like me to defend your honor," Clint offered with a smirk.