Atlas Gym, Saturday

[so_hawkward]

It was possible that now that Clint was teaching he wasn't being the best co-gym manager ever. So, he'd made a point to go in today and make sure everything was still working, which had led to helping with cleaning, which had led to an elongated workout, which had led to a shirtless and sweaty Clint going up against the punching bag. This was what nice weekend days were for, right?

[This is entirely the fault of throughaphase. Open!]

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[throughaphase]

Kitty tried to get some kind of training in every day (sometimes she was lazy or kidnapped or a lion or something) so it just so happened that she was at the gym at the right time.

Don't mind her if she was happy to watch for a minute before just wolf-whistling at him.

[so_hawkward]

Clint turned a little at the sound and grinned when he saw Kitty. "Hey now, don't you objectify me," he said, not sounding like he minded at all.

[throughaphase]

"Too late," she laughed, coming closer. "I have obviously been a very good girl lately."

[so_hawkward]

"Oh, I don't know if I'd go that far," Clint said. "You have way too much of a naughty streak."

[throughaphase]

"I'm sure I have no idea what you mean," she said, feigning seriousness.

[so_hawkward]

"Of course you don't." Clint smirked and went back to hitting the bag and if he turned a little so she'd get a nice side profile of his arms, well, this was how Hawkeyes flirted in the wild.

[throughaphase]

He knew her so well.

"I feel like I originally came here to do something..." Of course, she was more than okay with skipping that to check out her boyfriend. Her priorities were exactly where they needed to be.

[so_hawkward]

"If you came for the Water Aerobics class, you're only a little late, but you'd also be the youngest person in the room by about 40 years," Clint said.

[throughaphase]

"Weirdly, I'm okay with missing that," Kitty said. "Feel free to punch the bag some more."

[so_hawkward]

"Hey, since when do you get to tell me what to do?" Clint asked, although he went right back to punching nonetheless. It was pretty cathartic.

[throughaphase]

"Apparently since you listen," Kitty laughed. And she was fine with him doing that because arms.

[so_hawkward]

"I don't usually have an audience. That makes this kind of unique," Clint pointed out, making a quick jab at the bag.

[throughaphase]

"Am I bothering you by blatantly checking you out while you're working?" she checked.

[so_hawkward]

"Nooo," Clint said slowly. "I didn't say I minded. Being ogled is kinda nice."

[throughaphase]

"Okay, good, because I was going to keep doing it anyway," Kitty grinned. "When you walk in on your boyfriend being hot and half-dressed and sweaty, you pay attention."

[so_hawkward]

"Are you sure you don't mind the sweaty?" Clint asked. "I've been at this for a little while."

[throughaphase]

Kitty waved a hand. "It leads to thoughts of showering later. Trust me, you're fine."

[so_hawkward]

Clint perked up at that and grinned at Kitty as he leaned against the punching bag. "Is that a promise? If I give you a good show?"

[throughaphase]

"Oh, it's definitely a promise," she smiled. "I would never tease you about something like that."

[so_hawkward]

"I take back everything I said about you being naughty. You are, in fact, very very nice," Clint said, laughing.

[throughaphase]

She came over to kiss him hello, because look, if she was going to watch him get all sweaty she was going to do that eventually. "Think of it less as 'naughty' and more as 'just not shy,'" she advised.

[so_hawkward]

"I like not shy. It means I know what you want," Clint said, stealing a kiss in return. "So I only feel slightly bad about taking you away from whatever you were going to do when you came in."

[throughaphase]

"I... think it involved working out? It's possible I just have it on the brain now," Kitty said. "This is way more important."

[so_hawkward]

"Oh, I don't know if I'd go that far. More fun? Definitely. Important... well, you're trying to stay badass, aren't you? That's pretty important."

[throughaphase]

"I'm an ex-ninja who can beat people up through walls. Staying badass can slip a little lower on the importance scale every now and then," she replied.

[so_hawkward]

"I don't know, can you be an ex-ninja? It seems to me like once you learn those skills, they never really go away," Clint pointed out, before deciding to go in for another kiss.

[throughaphase]

She was definitely appreciating all the kissing here. Seriously, so glad she came in today. "Long story, but yes, technically, you can be an ex-ninja. You get to keep the street cred, though."

[so_hawkward]

"Oh, well, the street cred is very important," Clint teased. "It also means I get to tell people I've gotten an ex-ninja to like me and not want to kill me."

[throughaphase]

Given how she ended up a ninja, it was almost weird that she felt this okay teasing about it. Yay for progress. "You've gotten one to do a little more than just like you," she pointed out. "That probably sounds more impressive."

[so_hawkward]

"That does seem pretty impressive," Clint said quietly. "And that I haven't scared you off yet."

[throughaphase]

"At this point, I don't think you can scare me off," Kitty told him.

[so_hawkward]

"The same goes for you, you know. For the record and all," Clint said.

[throughaphase]

"Good. I worry. Or, at least I used to," Kitty admitted. "Not really sure when that stopped."

[so_hawkward]

"If you start worrying again, will you say something? And I will too," Clint added after a second, realizing that was probably the appropriate thing to say.

[throughaphase]

"Promise," she said. "Though I'm feeling pretty secure here these days."

It was still taking some getting used to. But it was awesome.