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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 8, 2016 14:41:37 GMT -7
Teresa had to agree with stiles. No one wanted to know about the hell that had happened in Mystic, half the time she tried to pretend none of it happened, but there was only so many times she could do that. It had been quiet for a while now, no killings, no supernatural beings wanting to make it their home. Just the ones it already had. Those were her friends but the warning from her father was still standing, they hurt anyone and they would be put down like the animals that they were.
Sometimes it was overwhelming for Teresa do know that her father hunted, to know that at one point he had wanted to put a gun on her thigh and take her on hunts. But that had stopped once she got her own life outside of the house. She never had a good relationship with Scott so it really wouldn't surprise her if he didn't come home one day. In fact it would probably lift some of the weight off her shoulders that came with being associated to the Atwood name. She really would have to ask Graeme how he done it sometime.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Barton speaking and she had to snort after Steve had spoken to him. "This is going to be interesting" she mutters to herself and then reached down to get her beer bottle. "Please try not to set yourself a light with anything, we all know how you can be" she said and then took a drink from her bottle and then smirked at Barton before setting her eyes on stiles.
"He's always practically blowing himself up with something, sometimes it's a wonder he makes it out alive"
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Post by Ray on Jul 8, 2016 15:54:09 GMT -7
Barton drops one of the fireworks back into the pile in favor of the other, and digs a hand into the pocket of his jeans for a lighter. But he pauses mid-search when Teresa openly teases him about his bad luck with explosives, causing him to lift his gaze as well as his eyebrows. Stiles laughs a little hesitantly when he and Barton meet each others gaze, Barton's expression falling from mild surprise into annoyance.
Over the past two months, he and Barton have worked together a couple times here and there on some of the more dramatic incidents around the city. And so far, honestly, Barton has been the one keeping him out of the fire. Despite all of his experience with monsters and werewolves and hunters, there's something a little different about big city crooks. More specifically, they carry bigger guns and don't care who they hit. And with Stiles still new to the vigilante game and still figuring out all that his new and improved self can do, he's kind of grateful for Hawkeye keeping a close eye on him. He's been nothing but reliable and, well, the actual definition of badass. "I'll uh...I'll take your word for it." Stiles replies to Teresa's tease and decides to drop his gaze to the ground.
"Anyway, round one." Barton continues from where he left off, sticking the firework in the ground and crouching to a knee to light the fuse. Sam and Bucky both take purposeful big steps backwards.
With a hiss, the firework launches into the air above Stark Tower, causing Barton to stumble back in surprise. They all watch as it beelines straight upwards over their heads, high into the starless sky, and bursts in a fury of color and light.
"You have to be kidding me." Nat mutters, as the explosives form a very clear, very large arc reactor in the sky.
"Should have figured." Barton sighs.
Stiles can't help but snort out a small laugh, watching the blue sparkling lights slowly evaporate in the night sky. But the distant sound of a police siren catches his attention and draws his gaze away to the side. It's hard to hear over the pops of fireworks all over the city, but a small tingle up his spine knows he's not imagining things. He only gets that feeling when something is wrong. Very, very wrong.
"Um." He murmurs, and his fingers automatically wrap around the strap of his backpack. "I'm gonna run to the bathroom really quick." Stiles says quietly to Teresa as he slowly rises from his seat.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 8, 2016 16:16:36 GMT -7
Teresa smiles to herself when she sees Barton's expression and then bites down on her lip. He knows she's teasing him but in honesty there is times where she wonders just how the hell he makes it out when things explode around him, maybe she should ask him one day but she was pretty sure that she would get something like ''luck' or something other than that.
She watches as Barton lights the firework and grimaced to herself, she half expected something to happen to Barton like something catching fire by him. But then the firework went up in the air and Barton was surprised by it that he ended up moving backwards, she shook her head and looked up at the sky just as it went up in the air and what happened after that really should've shocked her but she wasn't actually surprised that it would end up like that.
"Talk about putting your brand on everything" she mutters to herself and took another drink from her beer and found that it was empty. Now she was definitely going to need another one.
Teresa was about to get up when stiles said that he needed the bathroom quickly and she looked over at him. "You want me to show you where they are?" She asked and raised her eyebrow at him but then she realised that that sounded like she was four years old showing another student where everything was in school. Teresa knew he would be alright. "Just hurry back, you'll miss Barton blowing himself up" she teased before getting up from the seat, grabbing her empty bottle as she did.
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Post by Ray on Jul 8, 2016 16:45:16 GMT -7
"I'm sure I can figure it out." Stiles replies with a crooked smile. "Be back in a minute." He tells her, and gives her a light pat on the shoulder as he slides his way between the chairs and towards the elevator doors. He's about to press the down button, doubting there's a convenient bathroom anywhere on the roof (though this is Tony Stark we're talking about), when his brown eyes catch on another side door, marked with the familiar sign for a stairwell. Stiles takes a quick glance over his shoulder at the rest of the group, who are all distracted by Barton's second firework, this time lighting up the sky in red and gold, to notice him. He slings his backpack over his shoulder, quietly opens the door to the stairwell, and disappears inside.
"Okay are any of these actual Fourth of July fireworks?" Barton says in a loud grumble, digging through the pile for something that doesn't look like Stark Industries propaganda.
"I think you found Tony's stash for the tech convention." Nat replies matter-of-factly, a slight smile tugging at just one corner of her mouth.
"Jesus." Barton huffs, and stands up straight with the only normal looking firework he can find. His eyes just happen to catch on the door to the stairwell swinging silently closed on the other side of the roof, and the empty chair sitting between Teresa and Nat. A small furrow forms between his brows.
"Light 'em if you got 'em." Sam chimes up, his smile wide and easily entertained and a little tipsy. Barton blinks and nods, looking back down to the fuse. He swipes his thumb across the flint of the lighter distractedly, and the sparks catch the back of his thumb as the fuse catches.
"Agh, goddammit, shit." He swears under his breath, releasing the firework quickly. The firework hits the ground at the same moment that Barton lifts his thumb to his mouth to suck on the mild burn, a grimace on his face. He realizes too late that the explosive isn't pointing skyward, and instead pointed straight at the group sitting there watching him. Dumbly, Barton lowers his thumb slightly from his mouth. "Oh. Fu-"
The firework bursts, an explosion of color zipping straight for the chairs. Steve clambers out of his seat quickly with a couple swears of his own as the sparks fly passed, spitting red, white, and blue all over the rooftop. It crashes, finally, into the pool with a spit and hiss, the sparks gurgling as they die into nothing.
All eyes turn on Barton, who stands there with one eye closed to the shit-show and his fingers laced against the back of his head.
"Well," Nat comments, having not even blinked during the whole ordeal and looking entirely calm. "At least you found a patriotic one."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 8, 2016 17:00:23 GMT -7
Teresa's attention is on the second firework, it being red and gold this time and again it got her thinking about how self-obsessed Tony Stark actually was but then again she did use the bow that she had made. In fact she had been tempted to put it in her bag and take it home but she didn't want to wake up the next morning to Stark standing over her bed in her Iron Man suit. So in the end she had reluctantly left it behind.
Of course using that bow had got her the job at SHIELD. She did end up taking her bow to work and actually found that her aim was starting to get better. She could actually hit something and as for her shoulder, it had stopped shaking so that was a big up for her. Some more practice and she might actually be able to get back into proper archery.
Before Stiles had left for the toilet she had gotten up to get herself another drink but her attention had been pulled up to the sky when the firework had gone up. This time however she was about to move again when the other firework had shot towards him. She ended up swearing as she moved out the way and then put her dark eyes on Barton. "Getting tired of attempting to blow yourself up?" she huffed at him before quickly standing up. Some how she had amazingly been able to keep hold of the bottle without smashing it. That really was a big up for her.
Teresa dusted herself off and made her way over to the cooler, putting the empty bottle on the table, she reached in and grabbed herself another bottle and this time some food. She was starving. She hadn't really managed to get any food and was now starting to regret it because her stomach was grumbling. But hey, they had food here so that was definitely good.
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Post by Ray on Jul 8, 2016 17:23:52 GMT -7
"It was an accident, I swear." Barton huffs out, holding his hands in the air like a surrender. Though after Teresa's very vocal teases about his apparent inability to handle fire and explosives well, it was a pretty damn poorly timed accident. "But it sure as hell could have been worse." He admits. Luckily, no one was actually hit or, thank Christ, he didn't blow his thumb off entirely. But the burn throbs and stings anyway. And, of course, Lucky is looking at him like he just dropped an entire pizza on the ground.
"Yeah, what's the Fourth of July without a little PTSD." Bucky mutters before swallowing down some beer.
"Hilarious." Barton replies, and massages the back of his thumb with his other hand. "I'm going to take care of this." He says, though he doubts anyone is listening at this point. Sam has already claimed the lighter for himself and is making a big deal out of taking care of the fireworks now. But Nat watches him all the way to the stairwell with a slightly inquisitive look.
She's always been able to see through his bullshit.
He closes the door behind to the stairwell behind him and shakes out his hand, the burn already forgotten. Considering that the last time he was close to an explosion, he lost half of his hearing, a small burn is really nothing to him anymore. He has more scrapes and scars from worse injuries. The stairwell is empty, as he expected. He begins the descent down, his eyes looking out for any sign of movement. He's just passing a utility closet two sets of stairs down from the roof, when he hears a quiet clatter and an even quieter shit!
Barton halts in his tracks, pulls a deep breath into his lungs, and lets it rush out with all the rest of his annoyance.
The door swings open easily, and Stiles is momentarily stunned by the sudden flood of light into the cramped space. He has the Spiderman mask pulled halfway over his face, just his nose and mouth and chin sticking out from underneath all of that red, and one leg in his jeans and the other halfway in the suit. He stares, dumbfounded, as Barton crosses his arms slowly over his chest and cocks his head to the side.
"Nice pajamas." Barton comments.
"Listen," Stiles begins immediately, shoving the mask high up his face so that his brown eyes peek out, "This isn't what it looks like, I swear."
"So you're not half naked in a broom closet?"
Stiles falters for a second, before looking down at his bare chest and his very visible underwear. His eyes snap back up to meet Barton's. "Okay, maybe it is what it looks like but-"
"Did you honestly expect to be able to sneak out halfway through a party with five super spies to go fight crime?" Barton interrupts him, raising his brows incredulously. Stiles is quiet for another beat, before his nose scrunches up.
"Yes?"
"Jesus, you're going to be a lot of work."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 8, 2016 17:43:56 GMT -7
Teresa looks over at Barton when he said that it was an accident and raised her eyebrow. For it to have been an accident, it was definitely bad timing but she didn't say anything, especially when accidents do actually happen. She scoffed at Bucky when he commented before she bit down on her lip again. Moving away from the firework, rather jumping out of the way, had made her adrenaline kick in and she felt a little bit high.
It was a good feeling and she hadn't felt it in a while, it got the blood pumping around her body but the only thing she could thing was 'Stiles had missed that' she wasn't sure just how he would've actually reacted to having a firework coming his way. But she did have an image and it made her want to laugh out. Maybe that wasn't the best thing to do but either way nothing bad really happened, no one was hurt their end and that was all that mattered.
Her eyes watched as Barton walked away from them and then disappeared, she sighed under her breath before moving her eyes back and seeing that Sam had taken over firework duty. It might sound weird but she absolutely loved fireworks, they were so pretty and lit the sky up in different colours. That's why she loved Independence Day and really wanted any excuse to let off some fireworks.
While Sam was looking like he was trying to decide what one to use next she looked away and out over the city. This was definitely high and she was glad she didn't get vertigo because that would make this experience even more traumatic but if she had known what the view was like from up here but she definitely would've asked to come up here that much sooner because it definitely looked pretty. Just as she thought that a firework lit up the sky in red, white and blue and she smiled to herself. If every party was up here with fireworks then she could get used to it.
Teresa took a drink from her beer and grabbed a chip before making her way back towards the chairs.
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Post by Ray on Jul 8, 2016 18:34:10 GMT -7
"Maybe we should just take a break from the fireworks right now. Let someone else in the city set them off." Steve comments while Sam continues to root through the pile, trying to find one that didn't seem lethal. "Cause you have to admit, the view is nice." Sam laughs a little and bobs his head in agreement.
"I can get behind that." He admits, and sets down the one he'd been holding in his hand. He reclaims his beer and a chair, and steals a bag of chips for himself. And after a few seconds, the rooftop gets nice and quiet. Steve takes a seat upon the concrete floor, his back resting in between Bucky's knees and his blue eyes looking out across the city. In the distance, near Central Park, a flurry of fireworks cascade across the sky. He never saw anything like this until he was melted from the ice. Never saw a fourth of July so colorful and vibrant. When they were kids, everyone just had a big dinner if they could afford it. They invited the neighbors, cracked open the bottle of liqueur they'd been hoarding since Christmas, and toasted being an America. Being the kids of immigrants, he and Bucky always held the holiday in a special place. Made them feel valid, like real citizens. Not the sons of Irishmen and gypsies.
Almost on instinct, Bucky's warm fingers curl through Steve's hair, bringing him back to the present.
"Happy Birthday, Stevie." The man murmurs above him, and Steve smiles a little to himself and watches the light show.
"First bit of advice?" Barton says when Stiles finally climbs out of the closet, pulling the mask completely over his face. "Ditch the backpack. You look like a high schooler."
"I need it to carry my stuff." Stiles retorts quickly, voice a little muffled by the fabric. Somehow, even with the mask, Barton can tell he looks disappointed.
"Well maybe if you stopped changing in closets and started picking your battles more carefully, you wouldn't have to carry your stuff around."
"That's no fun." Stiles mutters, fixing his web shooters revamped by Barton onto his wrists.
"Second bit of advice," Barton sighs, "Stop thinking of this like some fun past time. That's how you get caught. Or killed."
"Can we save the lecture, there's an escaped convict on the loose."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 8, 2016 18:49:04 GMT -7
Teresa watched as Steve sat down on the concrete floor and smiled to herself, before she moved her eyes back over to the view. When she stayed at the Plaza, she would often look down on the city and sometimes wonder just what everyone was doing, where they were going and she was sit in the window of the living room for hours and watched as it got dark but still her eyes would be on the people outside. She liked her peace and quiet. Maybe that was why she went running through the woods because there she could get quiet, there she found that she could just have some time to herself without her father breathing down her neck over every stupid little thing.
So when everything went silent on the roof she actually found it peaceful. Nice. But the view from this tower actually trumped the view from the Plaza, mostly because of the fact that she saw Central Park across from her and the buildings surrounding it but this view... This view was amazing and with it being lit by fireworks it just made it that much more amazing.
With her thoughts on the view, she had completely forgotten that Stiles was here, that he had disappeared to the toilet. That she was no doubt expected at HQ tomorrow. All there was right now was her friends, she might as well call them that because they were exactly that, the view, fireworks and drinks. That was pretty much all she could need for a night like this. At that thought she looked over at Sam and raised her eyebrow before leaning across and stealing a couple of chips before giving him a big 'ole grin and shoving one into her mouth. Her eyes back on the view.
They were all in each other's company and yet no one had to say anything and that was just how amazing this was. She could get used to nights like this. After finishing one chip she took a drink of beer.
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