[ This place is fast showing itself to be a haunt for all the people he'd never consider seeing. Clint Barton is not a man he's spent any real amount of time with outside of the vast scope of a battlefield or the much smaller surrounds of a wake. So many of the people who live their lives on and give their lives for Earth are kept well outside of his social sphere, no matter how close to home they might live or occasionally stray.
His relationship with Avengers past, present and possibly future is almost exclusively business. And now here they are, living in close quarters, and he's going to have to reassess that approach.
Easy enough with the new Captain America. His primary loss within their wider circle lived a full and happy life and made a reappearance to pass on a legacy. But somewhere on this station is Natasha Romanoff. And here, leaning on the piano as he really draws out the last few bars of Solitude, is a man who watched her give her life to the benefit of Stephen's bet against fate.
Solitude ends - and transitions almost seamlessly into a chord that then drags him into a few seconds of the opening strains of Freebird. But he only goes on long enough to secure the bit before his hands still and he finally looks up to acknowledge Barton, smirk a little tight for how easy it was designed to be. ]
Sorry. They're not paying me enough to take requests. [ A beat. If he were anyone else it might be called a hesitation. ] Barton.
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His relationship with Avengers past, present and possibly future is almost exclusively business. And now here they are, living in close quarters, and he's going to have to reassess that approach.
Easy enough with the new Captain America. His primary loss within their wider circle lived a full and happy life and made a reappearance to pass on a legacy. But somewhere on this station is Natasha Romanoff. And here, leaning on the piano as he really draws out the last few bars of Solitude, is a man who watched her give her life to the benefit of Stephen's bet against fate.
Solitude ends - and transitions almost seamlessly into a chord that then drags him into a few seconds of the opening strains of Freebird. But he only goes on long enough to secure the bit before his hands still and he finally looks up to acknowledge Barton, smirk a little tight for how easy it was designed to be. ]
Sorry. They're not paying me enough to take requests. [ A beat. If he were anyone else it might be called a hesitation. ] Barton.
[ Hello. How's this going to be? ]