Trooper Station, Sunday [11/04]

[so_hawkward]

Officer Clint Barton stared out across his desk, slowly stirring a cup of coffee as music swelled softly behind him. It was difficult being a man of the law in this town, but it was the only way he could think of to have a chance of finding his long-lost twin brother, and keeping himself busy kept away the memories of the terrible boating accident, the one that had stolen his family away...

No, he couldn't think about that right now. There was too much to do, too much corruption in this town for him to sit and wallow in his own thoughts. So, he sat back and flipped through his terribly cheap prop paperwork, looking for the next person to send to justice.

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[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

Guy sauntered into the station, eyes peeled for Doyle in case he needed an update on the Zayne situation. "Hey--"

Could it be?

[so_hawkward]

Clint glanced up and stared in surprise. Surely, it couldn't be, after all this time... "No, it can't be." Ah, this dialogue.

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

It was Emmy worthy!

"I've looked for you for years!" And yet never thought to try the police station. That he also worked at. Really, guys?

[so_hawkward]

Hey, you couldn't be this pretty and be smart too. "I've looked for you! I thought you were dead! After Brazil..." Clint blinked, trying to get a single tear to form.

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"I was rescued by a traveling group of carnival workers!" Wait what?

[so_hawkward]

Somewhere, deep down, Clint felt like maybe that should have been his line, but oh well. "Was it terrible? Or tragic?"

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"Tragic. It was just so tragic. Their carnival burned down in a tragic lamp fire. And then from there I was recruited into the underground world of car racing."

This was the most ridiculous backstory ever. And yet...

[so_hawkward]

"That sounds almost as bad as my stint in the monastery," Clint said. "But none of that matters now, right? We've found each other! We don't have to be alone anymore."

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"Never again!" Even though Guy had fallen prey to a life of prostitution...

[so_hawkward]

That was okay, Clint was still pulling him in for a manly brother hug, complete with a single back pat. "I think we have a lot of catching up to do."

[throughaphase]

Katherine Pryde, spunky Aztec princess turned supermodel, was still made up from her last photo shoot when she dramatically burst into the station.

"I'd like to report... a crime," she said, as the dramatic music swelled.

[so_hawkward]

Clint stood up from his chair, to show how important this sudden development was. "What's wrong? What's happened?"

[throughaphase]

"Oh, Clint," Katherine said, rushing over for what might have been a hug except for the dramatic clutching of his shirt in her fists, just to show how upset she was. "It was just so, so terrible!"

[so_hawkward]

"It's all right," Clint said, putting his hands safely on her shoulders. "You're safe now. Did someone hurt you?" That was what usually happened to women around here, right?

[throughaphase]

"There's someone new in town," she said, looking up at him with tears shining in her eyes. "He approached me on the docks. He... he offered me... gum!"

A single tear fell down her cheek.

It was a real tear, too. Suck it, everyone else.

[so_hawkward]

Damn, she was way better at that than him. "How dare he? Were you able to get away?" Well, duh, she was here, wasn't she?"

[throughaphase]

"I was. But I'm afraid he's going to come for me again," she cried prettily. "And what if... what if I'm not strong enough to resist next time?"

[so_hawkward]

"Oh Katherine, you're the strongest woman I know," Clint said, with almost genuine sincerity. "But I'll be here to protect you too. I'm not gonna let some strange gum-wielding stranger get to you."

[throughaphase]

"Oh, Clint," Katherine said, smiling through the tears. Still prettily. It was a talent. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

[so_hawkward]

"You don't ever have to find out. You'll never be without me." At least, not until the writers decided to have them with different people.

[throughaphase]

Give it a couple weeks, they'd have her being tempted by Atton's leather underwear or something, like chafing wouldn't be an issue.

"I've heard that so many times before," Katherine said. "But this time, I feel like this could last forever."

Well that was just asking for trouble, wasn't it?

[so_hawkward]

"Me too. You're not like all those other girls I've been with." Aaall those other girls. He'd certainly gotten around lately. "I won't let anything happen to you. That's my job."

[throughaphase]

"Is that the only reason?" Katherine asked, breaking out the big doe eyes.

[so_hawkward]

"Well," Clint said slowly, pausing for effect, "no, it's not. Katherine, I think I'm in love with you."

[throughaphase]

Katherine's eyes widened with joy. "Oh, Clint," she breathed, for the third damn time this scene, "I think I'm in love with you, too!"

And then she leaned up for a passionate kiss, because who needed things like police reports in this town.

[so_hawkward]

Clint might not have been good at the emotional stuff, but he was good at the kissing part. Maybe that would reassure her of her safety too!

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"I need to report a crime!" Rilla declared tearfully.

[so_hawkward]

Clint frowned at the poor girl as the music swelled more. "Well, you've come to the right place then," he said. "Sit down, and tell me what's wrong."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla sniffled dramatically as she sat down. "I was..."

It was so hard to say!

"...stood up."

Which probably wasn't a crime.

[so_hawkward]

It probably wasn't, but Clint didn't know that. He wasn't exactly the smartest cop. "How dare they? Who could do that to you?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"He's my dead husband."

Beat.

"He got better?"

[so_hawkward]

"That sort of thing happens around here more often than you might think," Clint said with a nod. "Do you think he might be the victim of... foul play?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Probably," Rilla said. "He really is terribly rich. He still owes me a unicorn, too."

[electrocynic]

Sister Sarah of.. whatever order of nuns it was that took former strippers and let them keep wearing slutty clothes was here to try and get the warehouse district demolished so that Guy would see the error of his ways.

But before she even got started with that, she gasped and pointed a finger at Clint.

"You."

That could mean anything.

[so_hawkward]

Clint glanced up and fixed the slutty-looking nun with a stare. "What are you doing here?" Of all the people to come into the station, it had to be her?

[electrocynic]

Of course! There were no coincidences in this town. None. "Me?" she asked. "What are you doing here?"

Golden dialogue right there. And a dodgy American accent from her to boot.

"What have you got to say for yourself?"

[so_hawkward]

"I shouldn't have to say anything. I wasn't the one who left," Clint insisted sharply. "I never had a chance to explain."

[electrocynic]

"You would never have explained!" Sarah declared, with unnecessary emphasis that came more from struggling with the accent than anything else. "And now it's too late. I've found someone I can trust."

[so_hawkward]

Clint looked pained, or maybe a little nauseous. It was difficult to tell. "So have I. If you thought I could never move on, you were wrong. Who's this new trustworthy person?"

[electrocynic]

Sarah looked down. It was supposed to look pious but really, she was basically looking down at her cleavage. "God."

Of course, she was also pregnant. Not by God. Possibly by Clint's twin brother.

[so_hawkward]

Clint paused for a long moment, for dramatic effect, not because his next line had been forgotten. "Well, I suppose I'll have to accept that." Because it wasn't like he could beat God, geez. "And you'll have to find some way to get over me." It'd totally be hard, you know.