The Perk, Thursday Afternoon

[so_hawkward]

With a little over a week until the wedding, Clint was finally getting around to the big task Kitty had asked him to take care of--figuring out where all of their guests would be sitting. Under normal circumstances, this would be awkward enough, but there were more than familial differences to take into consideration. Old teams, new teams, people who might want to kill each other in one universe but wouldn't know each other in another...

On top of everything else, the wind had stolen Clint's shirt, so he'd had to opt for sitting inside and spreading the guest list out on a table, with nothing but shamrocks on his chest and some pants. At least the shamrocks might keep him from getting pinched.

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[throughaphase]

So far Kitty had kept all her clothes, but her hair was... interesting, and she had a shamrock on her face. Of course she didn't know this, or she'd have tried to get it into place before spotting Clint in the window and wolf whistling at him.

[so_hawkward]

Clint snickered when he saw her and pointed to her face. "You're looking festive!" he called out.

[throughaphase]

Kitty frowned, not having heard clearly, and of course she had to come inside. "You were saying?"

[so_hawkward]

Clint reached up and tapped the shamrock, laughing. "You're looking adorable, as always."

[throughaphase]

Kitty reached up to feel the shamrock, and shrugged. "Eh, at least this way I don't get pinched. Meanwhile you are shirtless in public for some reason. I'm not complaining."

[so_hawkward]

"I had a shirt, but the wind stole it. It was very traumatic. I might need a kiss to recover," Clint said, complete with a fake pout.

[throughaphase]

"Oh, you poor baby," she said, leaning over to give him a kiss not a kid, Jesus, autocorrect. "Better?"

[so_hawkward]

Clint grinned and kissed her back. "I feel much better now. Warmer too. Thank goodness it wasn't a nice shirt." He laughed for a moment before looking down at the papers. "So, we have a lot of interesting friends, you know that?"

[throughaphase]

"You're doing the seating, huh," Kitty said, moving to take a seat across from him.

[so_hawkward]

"I'm starting to think we just put out name cards and let everyone sort themselves out like grownups who won't sit with people they're going to kill," Clint said. "Or is that expecting too much?"

[throughaphase]

"I'm kind of worried that might get a little like the cafeteria on the first day of high school," Kitty admitted. "Which is probably dumb of me, since it's mostly adults. Do you think it'd work?"

[so_hawkward]

"Probably not. We'd end up with all the scientists at one table, and something would explode before the end of the day," Clint said, sneaking another kiss. "We need some of the more calm people to be a buffer."

[throughaphase]

"I suddenly have this image of poor Kurt teleporting around the reception, putting out fires," Kitty mused. "Figurative fires. Tony might kill us if they're literal."

[so_hawkward]

"Oh, like his place hasn't been on fire before. Fire might actually be preferable to some of the damage that's been done," Clint said. "Should we leave some empty space for people who didn't RSVP but show up anyway?"

[throughaphase]

"Not to mention the outright crashers. If we can fit them in, sure," she shrugged. "Though Tamsin said we should just have security."

[imafuturist]

Well, Tony's perfectly nice business suit had been lost to the wind. Which was why he was wearing the undersuit for his armor as he got coffee.

Try taking something that was physically a part of him now, Fandom! Wait. No. Please don't.

"Looking festive, Barton."

[so_hawkward]

"You're looking technological, as always," Clint said, looking him up and down. "Enjoying the weather?"

[imafuturist]

"Well, I'd be fine with the random bouts of nudity if it was warmer." Of course he would.

[so_hawkward]

"Of course you would." It was nice to know that all Tonys were pretty much the same. "I could do without the random decorations, but I guess it could be worse."

[imafuturist]

There were so many things that held true across the timelines.

"You don't enjoy looking like you should be called 'Paddy O'Mallley' at the local stripclub?"

Like messing with Clint. That was something Tony would enjoy with any version of the man.

[so_hawkward]

Clint looked down at himself and shrugged. "It could be worse. I work hard to look this good," he said, flexing a little for good measure. "I've got to keep up with guys like you, after all."

[imafuturist]

"Guys like me," Tony repeated with a laugh. "You're thinking of people taller and blonder."

[so_hawkward]

"I don't know, you're pretty fast too. Not a god though, for which many people probably give thanks," Clint said.

[imafuturist]

"Forgetting about Steve and Carol there." Why didn't you have a Carol yet, Clint? She was so awesome.

[so_hawkward]

"I'll trust you on the Carol part," Clint said. He really needed a Carol, for real. "Steve... he could secretly be a god, it wouldn't surprise me."

[imafuturist]

Everyone needed a Carol. And a non-dead Jan.

Tony tilted his head thoughtfully at that. Maybe before meeting either of them in person he might have agreed with that one. "Super-soldiers, gods, and mutates, oh my."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante walked into the Perk with a box of take-out in one hand and beelined for the counter, where he ordered a large coffee that was, by all accounts, more of a sugary, syrupy mess than actual coffee.

He glanced over his shoulder for a second, and-- "Huh."

[so_hawkward]

Clint glanced up at the sound and tried not to snicker. "This place loves seeing us without our clothes," he said. "Or are you already used to that?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Can't say I've wound up shirtless in a coffee shop before," Dante said, blinking. "The fuck happened, man?"

[so_hawkward]

"The wind is being dirty," Clint said. "Or you forgot to get dressed fully without caffeine to guide you, one of the two."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante had to give that one a head-nod of yeah, that's possible. "Dirty wind on Fandom," he said. "That's gonna make class a breeze."

[so_hawkward]

"Ha, good one," Clint said. "Hopefully no one will have awkwardly lost pants, or things would be more awkward than they even usually are."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Or it'd get interesting," Dante mused, as the barista put his coffee down next to him.