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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 15, 2016 18:15:23 GMT -7
Both Katherine and Teresa looked up when Graeme came into the kitchen. The former gave him a smile and felt that her fangs were out and she slapped her hand to her mouth. Graeme knew about the little group that Teresa had once belonged too. Knew that Edric was the Alpha and that Ali, Jackson, Miranda and Isaac had been his pack. With the added on Katherine, Stiles and Teresa but to see that her fangs were out now wasn't going to make this day better. "Excuse me" she said and then walked towards the bathroom.
Teresa groaned under her breath and hung her head. Fangs out and veins running up her skin wasn't the impression she wanted the group to have for Katherine, hell she wasn't sure what she wanted the impression to be but she really didn't need them to find out that she was a vampire. It was bad enough that she was looking like Lexi but the whole vampire thing wasn't going to go down well. She looked over at Graeme and was tempted to grab herself a drink.
Katherine could smell Bucky no matter where she was and hiding in the bathroom the whole of dinner wasn't going to make it strange or nothing. She wasn't as weird as Lexi and knew how to have a good time. She smiled and was relieved to see that the fangs had slipped back into their hiding places. Katherine was so careful now but Bucky smelt so good and she really did want to ride him much to Teresa displeasure. Hey, she was allowed to have fun. And she was going to start right here. In all that confidence she had when she walked in, she walked back out the bathroom door and over to the living room.
Teresa watched as Katherine moved to the living room and actually sat down on the coffee table. She moved her brown eyes over to her boyfriend. "You really need to kill me, like right now because I'm sure this will be the worse idea I have had. Inviting Katherine"
"I heard that..." the dark haired vampire called over to Teresa but didn't move her eyes from the others. "Hello, I'm Katherine" she said with a grin and then took a drink of her wine.
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Post by Ray on Nov 15, 2016 20:51:04 GMT -7
"It'll all work out fine, Teresa." Graeme replies, grabbing glasses from the cabinet above her. He pauses for just a moment to give her a reassuring kiss on the forehead, hoping to sooth some of the stress already piling up. He's by no means an expert when it comes to this group of friends, or how Katherine is going to behave around them, but considering what these people do for a living and how much alcohol they're stockpiling for situations just like this, it can't end too terribly. Or so he hopes. "They can take care of themselves. Just sit, relax, eat some food, maybe drink some wine, and let the night play out." He tells her with a smile, filling a tumbler with whiskey and a wine glass with Merlot. Just as he is, Katherine proudly and confidently announces her name to the group of people she's made into her adoring crowd, and Graeme has a small moment of doubt in everything he just said. "A-a-and if it all does go to shit, we'll spend Christmas alone this year." Graeme laughs a little around his words, tipping his head towards her almost comically, before departing the kitchen with drinks in tow.
"Wait..." Sam says aloud, sitting forward on the couch with a little more effort than it would have taken if he was sober. "Then who's Lexi."
"Drink your coffee." Nat repeats, pushing the mug into his hands until he actually takes it.
"Here you are." Graeme says, holding the wine glass in one hand and the whiskey in the other and extending them out to their owners.
"Thank you." Steve replies, taking the glass. Bucky says nothing, but takes his drink all the same and downs the whiskey in a single, uninterrupted swallow. Both Graeme and Steve stare, though only Steve's brows have jumped high on his forehead. "You all right there?"
"Swell. Where's the bottle?" Bucky asks, rolling his tongue along his lower lip.
"Kitchen." Graeme replies slowly.
"Thanks." Bucky murmurs, and turns on a heel to head straight in that direction.
Barton laughs a little forcefully, scratching at his cheek. "He uh...he does that. So are you and Lexi like...twins?" He asks, changing the conversation back to the dark-haired woman sitting on the coffee table. "Or have I just been so drunk the last couple of years that I don't actually know what Lexi looks like."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 15, 2016 21:18:55 GMT -7
Teresa knew that she should take Graeme's advice and even when he kissed her on the forehead which by the way always calms her but this time it didn't. She couldn't shake the bad feeling in her stomach that some how this was all going to be one huge mess. Graeme then said about spending Christmas alone this year and then laughed before departing the kitchen. "Forget spending Christmas alone, they were going to have to leave the damn country" she started to wonder if he actually wanted to go to Ireland after all, maybe his mother had family there that he wanted to meet or something. Or they could totally go to Australia. Loads of people went there.
Katherine looked over at Sam and then raised her eyebrow. Lexi was the biggest pain in her ass, that's who Lexi was. But of course she didn't have to answer as the redhead told him to drink his coffee. She had to hand it to her, she definitely was a bossy one and she admired that. It wasn't every day that she admitted that and she definitely wasn't going to admit that to the people in this room either... Then Bucky got up and her eyes followed him as he walked to the kitchen. She leaned on her hand and felt like a schoolgirl with a crush. She would definitely jump him in a heartbeat... Even if hers hadn't even been beating for centuries.
Teresa's thoughts were cut short as she looked up to see Bucky and she took the glass from him and handed over the whiskey bottle "Enjoy" she said with a soft smile before she went back to seeing to dinner. God she was hungry, maybe she would relax while eating dinner. She took over, to the table, the food that was in dishes before putting them on the table and making sure that there was enough for everyone.
Katherine watched Bucky once more and then the blonde haired guy's, even if there was two blonde men, voice actually filtered into her thoughts and she moved her brown eyes over to look at him with a bored expression on her face. Of course this group would know Lexi, is there anything that girl doesn't do? Well clearly not. "No and probably" she said and got up from the table to move back to the kitchen to get some more wine. In honesty, apart from Bucky and the redhead, this team was so boring. How the hell did Teresa actually deal with them?
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Post by Ray on Nov 15, 2016 21:44:09 GMT -7
Bucky takes the whiskey bottle from Teresa's hand gladly, huffing out half a laugh at her coy enjoy. "That's the plan." He twists the top off with single spin of his fingers, and lifts the lip of the bottle to his mouth. He lost the ability to get blissfully drunk a long time ago -- somewhere in between Zola's lab the first time and the years of brainwashing that followed -- but every now and again he can convince himself that he feels something. A slight tingle in his fingers, a numbness at the back of his throat, a nice layer of warmth along the floor of his belly. But it's always short-lived, and always disappointing.
Until Steve, he thought he'd never know what it's like to feel the kind of drunk giddiness he remembers from when they were young and stupid.
He swallows the equivalent of three shots before setting the bottle back down onto the counter, the glass clinking against his metal palm. He looks up just in time to see Katherine approaching, looking both bored and intrigued at the same time, and the thoughts of Steve are replaced with the reminder that he still has the rest of this dinner to endure.
"Do you need help?" Steve asks, abandoning the living room to join Teresa at the table where she's setting up dinner plates and platters of food. "I think everyone else is amusing themselves at the moment." He admits, smiling a little and glancing back towards the group. Sam is struggling to get his tie off the rest of the way, while Nat gulps down the remainder of her wine and Barton hisses out not-so-quiet questions about what else he imagined when he used to drink. Honestly, so far, it's been fairly tame for their usual get-togethers. Nothing has broken yet -- bones or glasses. It's too early to call it a victory, but as long as they make it through dinner in one piece, they might get out of here without horrifying memories.
Or maybe he's just optimistic.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 15, 2016 22:00:30 GMT -7
Teresa looks up when she hears a voice ask her a question and she smiles at the owner, even if there was no doubt in hell she couldn't recognize the voice. She had heard it so many times. Whether it was between questions that she had for him or some of the other times she was at Stark Tower and he was home. She pulled her lip in between her teeth before she nodded. "You can place the knives and forks" she said and then pointed to the end of the table where she had grabbed a few of the cutlery from the drawer and put it on the table without putting them out. She wasn't sure just how many she would need so she grabbed loads of both and in honesty she was actually surprised the amount of things she found in the drawers. Teresa had been meaning to put the knives and forks out but every time she had gone to do it, there was always something else that popped up in her head that she needed to do. "So, dinner with the President, huh?" she asked around a smile and went back to making sure that the table was set. "That is pretty impressive even for Captain America" she gave a soft tease.
Katherine came up to Bucky's side and looked down at the bottle that he had been drinking from and raised an eyebrow. She was pretty impressed that someone like him could drink that much and not even look drunk. Maybe he was one of those super friends that Teresa apparently had. But it didn't really matter either way because she moved her eyes from the bottle to Bucky's back and down before biting down on her lip. "Do you come here often?" she asked in a tease before setting her brown eyes on him. Katherine was starting to wonder if she really did have a type. Tall, dark and brooding seemed to be the most common man that she ended up liking. But of course there was one that definitely wasn't like that. She poured some more wine into her glass and took a sip before putting her brown eyes on Bucky once more with her eyebrow raised. Katherine couldn't say that she was an expert at flirting but even she could hold her own when it came to guys. God, Bucky smelt so good. So.... bloody.
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Post by Ray on Nov 15, 2016 22:27:34 GMT -7
"I can do that." Steve replies with a nod and a small smile. He walks to the end of the table where the cutlery lie in haphazard piles, and starts counting out a set for each person. The last time he set a table for a meal bigger than Chinese take-out, he'd been fifteen years old. Their meal hadn't been nearly this impressive -- hell, by today's standards it wasn't much of a meal to begin with -- but his mother had always tried her best to make Christmas special. They never celebrated Thanksgiving, not then. But she'd get a nice loaf of bread, a few chicken breasts still dripping from the butcher, and potatoes and onions for flavor. Steve would borrow a suit jacket and tie from Bucky, always too big for him, and he and his mom would eat quietly together. They never had presents to exchange. The meal was always enough.
He smiles up at Teresa when she speaks, breaking his train of thought and bringing him back to the present. He chuckles quietly, and starts working his way around the table, setting down knives and forks at each place setting. "It was nice. I've been to the White House a couple times before for various SHIELD reasons, but this was Sam's first. Cue the drinking." He smirks, nudging his head towards Sam who'd also gotten himself out of his suit jacket in the last few minutes in between chugging coffee.
Bucky watches Katherine through the corners of his eyes as she comes to a halt beside him at the kitchen counter, not blind to the way her gaze travels down to the curve of his ass. He reaches for the bottle once more with metal fingers, half amused by her impending disappointment and half dreading the remainder of this conversation. She's attractive, and she knows that clearly by the way she holds herself and wastes no time in putting herself right in his field of vision, but of all the available variety, she chose the one who's least likely to be swayed. The corner of his mouth curls up in a sly, crooked smile as she delivers her line of choice. "Not really." He replies, shaking his head once before lifting the bottle of whiskey to his mouth and downing another long swallow.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 15, 2016 22:53:12 GMT -7
Teresa smiled and listened to Steve telling her about the fact that it wasn't his first time at the White House and that he was sent there by SHIELD and in that moment she wanted to go to the White House but she knew that her little group that seemed to be growing by the day wouldn't ever get asked to dine with the President so she was going to have to live through Steve. "Just pray that he doesn't remember that you stole an ashtray" she teased before looking over at him once more.
People would probably have thought it was odd how these two had struck up a friendship and ended up being so close. He was older than her, hell everyone in this room was older than her. But of course Katherine was the eldest of everyone here. Not that she would actually tell anyone that she was over 700 years old. She would probably put that on Lexi. "Well I hope you had fun either way" Teresa said with a soft smile. She had decided to get in early with her invites because she knew that they would probably be snapped up quick for something or other so it was nice to actually have them in her apartment. This being the first time that Barton had been here. He didn't come, and because he wasn't invited, to the Christmas party that she had a couple years ago now. Her eyes actually drifted towards Barton and she found herself looking at the back of his head.
It had been too long since they had had been face to face properly, the party on independence Day really didn't count because everyone else was there. It had been too long since they had competitions together, cracked open beer and ate pizza while Lucky looked on. Teresa missed him, there was no denying that but things were so complicated now. Even more complicated than she could ever really explain. Teresa dropped her eyes to her hands and prayed that nothing would happen, that the room wouldn't shake because there was no way she would be able to explain that without telling everyone what had happened. Teresa cleared her throat and looked up at Steve. "Well I'm glad that you were able to make it" she said planting a smile on her lips. Damn she was so tired.
Katherine raised her eyebrow at Bucky when he replied. He was a tough nut to crack and she liked it when they were like that because it meant they were more challenging, more fun. "And yet you seem oddly at ease around the youngest Atwood" she said and nudged her head towards Teresa who was deep in conversation with one of Bucky's male, boring, friends. He seemed like a pretty boy and that's why Teresa seemed so close to him. Katherine liked Teresa, hell she cared about the girl but she really did have too many attractive friends. Between Graeme and Stiles, it wasn't hard to see why people liked Teresa. She was easy too like. There was just something so human about her. Not flawless because no one was ever that, not even Katherine herself, but Teresa did have this strength about her that didn't seem to come from Graeme or even her dad. No, she was completely her own person and that's what made her so amazing to be around. "And you seem like a tough cookie to crack, I do like a challenge" she said and took a sip of her wine once more and put her eyes back on Bucky.
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Post by Ray on Nov 16, 2016 19:05:40 GMT -7
Steve laughs quietly, but his shoulders still shake at the reminder of Sam's inevitable wrath. Perhaps, by morning, Sam will forgive the transgression and claim the ashtray as his own -- even if Bucky is the only one of them who actually smokes -- on the grounds of it being a Presidential souvenir, but seeing the utter shock on his face was enough to keep Steve amused for the next month. Hopefully, the same kind of shock isn't running rampant through the White House. Steve certainly doesn't have a squeaky clean record, but the media hasn't realized that yet. "I'm sure I'll have hell to pay," he admits, setting down the last fork, "And I wasn't going to miss this. It's been a while since we've been able to talk. Let alone see each other."
With the election and plenty of tension rising across the world because of it, Steve has been kept on his feet for weeks at a time with little to no break. Between diplomatic missions, political conferences, and actual work putting the super soldier serum to use, he's shaken the hands of governors and ambassadors with blood still on his knuckles. Taking a break and enjoying a meal with friends is more of a relief than she realizes.
Bucky pulls the lip of the bottle from his mouth after one final swallow, letting the whiskey slide smoothly down his throat like it didn't burn in the slightest. At the mention of Teresa, he glances her way, watching the quiet conversation between her and Steve for only a moment. Their ease with each other, as Katherine puts it, wasn't something intentional. He remembers a time when Teresa's only interactions with him were unsure glances across the room or quiet hellos in between hanging onto Steve's every word. In many ways, it had been simpler. Cleaner. Putting people behind a wall of unease and mistrust keeps them at a safe enough distance that they're less likely to get hurt by him. There's a reason why he's still never told Steve the whole truth about his time with Hydra, a reason why even Nat has wrapped some of his past in red unbreakable tape. Bucky might have broken free from the restraints of the Winter Soldier, but there's still a lot of pain that can be dealt by his hand. A lot of pain that can be dealt by uttering a single number.
Teresa was never supposed to know what that number was. But somehow, in a way he doubts he'll ever fully understand, his mistakes bonded them.
"Trust me sweetheart," Bucky says, sliding his gaze back to Katherine, who looks plenty eager to dig under that very wall and bathe in his wells of collected blood. "Cracking me open wouldn't do you any good."
A timer dings behind him, but Bucky doesn't so much as blink at the intruding noise. From the living room, Graeme bounces to his feet and claps his hands together, drawing everyone's attention. "And that's the turkey!"
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 16, 2016 19:30:50 GMT -7
Teresa still was in two on the whole thing. She couldn't believe that Steve would actually take something from the White House but at the same time she wasn't that surprised. Whereas Teresa probably won't get asked to see the President, it seems like Steve is there all the time or at least some of the time he wasn't there that much. She laughed about Sam because she wondered if he would actually forgive him or even let him live it down that he had taken something from Obama. She doubted the guy would know, he probably had loads of stuff. At the mention of the fact that it had been a while since they were able to talk, Teresa looked up at him and gave him a soft smile. It was true, she was sure the last time she came face to face with Steve was in Stark Tower on his birthday. In between the fireworks and Barton nearly attempting to kill them, there hadn't been much time to sit down and have a good chat.
She couldn't deny that she didn't miss the guy when they couldn't chat. He was busy and while Steve tried to make time for her, he was still busy and they didn't have much time to have lunch. But the days that they did have time, they enjoyed it but what he said was true it had been a while since they spoke or even saw each other. "It's understandable, you're a busy guy" she said with the same smile. While Teresa wasn't anywhere near as busy as Steve, she still had her own missions she ended up going on and oh god she hoped that one of them wouldn't be today.
Katherine raised an eyebrow at him and was pretty sure that she had heard those words before but she couldn't really decide who it was that actually said them. She looked in the direction of Teresa who actually seemed very tensed up but her face didn't show any of it as she spoke to the other blonde male in the room. They definitely were more friendlier, more relaxed around each other. She moved her brown eyes back to Bucky before raising her eyebrow. "The only good I'm interested in is a wild night in the sheets" she said with an innocent shrug. In honesty she wasn't worried about Bucky opening up to her. He was a tough cookie to crack because of the fact that he didn't seem to be interested in her flirting. She would have to work harder then.
Teresa looked up when the timer dings and Graeme clapping his hands together. She grinned and then looked at Steve. "Well we can talk more over turkey and gravy" she said in a tease before moving towards the kitchen. "Come on Atwood, I need your manliness" she nudged her head towards the kitchen.
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Post by Ray on Nov 16, 2016 20:23:36 GMT -7
Bucky huffs out a slight laugh and tips his chin upwards, looking up to the ceiling as if there's still a God to have pity on him. He drops his chin back down, and a smile cracks its way across his mouth for a fraction of a second. He darts his tongue out to wet his lips before he turns his attention back to Katherine, a woman who doesn't seem likely to give up any time soon. He'd admire that, if she wasn't trying to get into his pants with Steve less than fifty feet away. Turning his body towards her, and knowing he only has five seconds before Graeme and Teresa join them in the kitchen, Bucky takes half a step towards her and places his metal palm face-down upon the counter-top. The lighting makes the silver glisten.
His eyes set right upon hers, still and focused. "I'm sure you're not used to hearing no, or even having to ask, but the thing is..." He clucks his tongue and shakes his head a little, causing a strand of his dark hair to fall from the bun down along the left side of his face. "We'd probably kill each other before we even got to the good part. So I suggest finding tamer meat."
He's already finished talking by the time Graeme enters the kitchen, sliding on oven mitts and heading straight for the kitchen. The others are slowly moving to the dining room table, Barton having to haul Sam upwards to his feet like a rag-doll. As the oven door opens, Bucky lifts up the bottle of whiskey, holds it between him and Katherine, and tips it upwards in a halfhearted toast.
"Nasdarovje." He says, taking a step back before turning on a heel and leaving the kitchen to the cooks.
Graeme pulls the turkey out of the oven, glistening and brown and steaming, and sets the large pot onto the counter. With careful hands, he transports the bird onto a serving platter, and carries it out to the table and waiting guests. Bucky takes his seat next to Steve, giving him a warm smile as he settles down.
"Getting some attention, huh?" Steve asks quietly with a slightly smug smirk, as Graeme starts carving.
"I can handle it." Bucky replies, pouring whiskey into a tumbler already set at his place.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 16, 2016 21:08:09 GMT -7
It was true what Bucky said, Katherine really didn't hear no very often and it actually drove her wild when she did hear it. Most of the time, unless they had vervain in their veins like a few of her friends did, she could persuade them. But deep down she knew that Bucky couldn't be persuaded like that and it really sucked. Her eyes slowly moved towards Graeme and Teresa and for the first time in a long while she let out a quiet growl because of the fact they had interrupted a moment between herself and Bucky and some people would probably call her deluded.
Then he spoke another language and it was like she had heart eyes for him. Katherine hadn't spoken her own native language for a very long time and wasn't even sure that she would be able to actually say any of the words but she could definitely give it a try at one time or another. A smile pulled at her lips and he watched as he moved away and over to the table. She pulled her lip in between her teeth and cleared her throat. Unlike most vampires, who never ate anything other than the blood that they drank, Katherine was old enough to actually eat food. It wasn't the same as blood, really it wasn't any close to the stuff but she enjoyed it all the same. She guessed it was down the fact that she really liked her food when she was in Westeros. So eating now wasn't any bother to her.
In fact she really rather liked turkey. She would like Bucky more but that was a work in progress. Katherine grabbed three bottles of wine, one of which was open and the others closed before moving towards the table. Graeme was at the head of the table and Teresa was sat on his left hand side. Katherine took a seat in one of the empty seats and found that she was sat opposite the redhead, while sitting next to the idiot blonde guy who asked if she was Lexi's twin. This really was going to be so interesting.
Teresa seemed to be happy in place.
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Post by Ray on Nov 16, 2016 21:38:11 GMT -7
Platters of food passed down the line from hand to hand, until the only sound was the clinking of glasses and forks and plates. With three current members of SHIELD, one former, and an ex-Hydra assassin sitting at the table, plates filled quickly with heaping portions to fill large stomachs. Even Steve and Sam, already one meal deep, didn't spare any offered morsel. Of all of them, Nat gave herself the least -- instead filling her wine glass nearly to the brim. Barton snorts as he scoops mashed potatoes onto his plate, and she just looks at him with a vaguely amused expression. He has to admit, even with Bucky here, Nat looks the most out of her element. They've had Thanksgiving dinners before, but never this formal or with this many people. It's usually beer, burgers the size of a softball, and reruns of M*A*S*H in between mission debriefings. Wine is probably the only thing keeping her sane.
The exchange of food settles after a minute or two and they skip the prayer, much to Barton's relief. With a warm smile Graeme simply says, "Cheers!" And the feast begins.
"Vy uvereny, chto vy ne khotite chego-nibud' pokrepche?" Bucky murmurs to Natalia, a small smirk filling his lips as he chews.
"Vy vzyali ves' viski." Nat replies with an innocent shrug, already lifting her glass of wine. Bucky picks his own glass up, and they clink them together in their own quiet amusement.
Barton rolls the sleeves of his black wool sweater to his elbows, not willing to dip the one article of clothing that doesn't smell like blood or soot into gravy. His skin is tanner than usual, the toned muscles in his forearms jumping with even the simple motion of picking up his fork, but the white bandage wrapped around his bicep and peeking out from beneath his sleeve that catches Graeme's attention.
"What happened there?" He asks, trying to spark up a conversation. Barton glances up, but it takes him a second to realize that Graeme is looking and talking to him.
"Pardon?" He asks, after swallowing a bite of food.
"The bandage. Happen on the job?" Graeme continues. Barton looks down, his hands stilling with the knife and fork, and spots the bandage in question. His mind goes blank.
"Oh. No. Uh."
"He's retired." Sam fills in helpfully, sounding a little more sober but with a glass of wine in front of him, that wasn't going to last long. "But accident prone." Barton turns his gaze on him, an unamused brow cocked upwards. Sam gives him a finger-gun.
"Thanks for that."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 16, 2016 21:56:53 GMT -7
Teresa handed the food down the line, Katherine piled the food on but it looked like she was going to be staring at Bucky for the remainder of the meal. Even if every so often Katherine would lift her fork up to her mouth and chew on some food. If Teresa was being honest, this was the type of Thanksgiving she wished that she had had growing up. People that she cared about sitting around the table, drinking and eating and making the smallest of talks ever. She looked around the table at everyone and it made her heart fill with so much love for these people.
She put her knife and fork down and quickly grabbed her cell before sending a couple of Thanksgiving messages. One to her dad, he might be the biggest dick in the whole world but he was still her dad and the other to Stiles before sliding the phone back into her back pocket. Teresa was about to put the fork to her mouth once more when she pushed her eyebrows together when Graeme started talking and to her surprise he was talking to Barton. It didn't go amiss to her that maybe he didn't hold Barton with much high regard as Teresa has done but the last thing she actually expected was for Graeme to be looking directly at Barton and asking about a bandage.
Teresa moved her eyes down towards Barton and saw the bandage and then rolled her eyes slightly. She had to admit that adding accident prone to Barton's list of characteristics was really putting it lightly. But of course that wasn't her place to say. She took a bit of turkey and was midway through grabbing another piece when a thought came to her mind. She swallowed what she was eating before putting her cutlery down and grabbing her glass of water. As much as she wanted to drink, she would rather go through this dinner sober.
"Barton, did you do those arrows I asked? Because I really will be needing them ASAP" she said and took a drink of her water before looking back down at Barton. He had said to give him a week and a half but she really did need them. Her father had taught her to make silver arrowheads but nothing about making ones that blew shit up and while she was on missions she really wanted to blow shit up and impress the pants off of the others on the team.
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Post by Ray on Nov 16, 2016 22:30:48 GMT -7
"Oh...shit." Barton breathes out at Teresa's sudden reminder. He breathes out heavily through his nostrils, and sets his fork down to pinch the bridge of his nose. He'd had arrows ready days ago, but between helping Stiles with his problems in Midtown and taking care of his own business, he'd skimmed from the pile and left the rest in a neat stack on his kitchen counter -- three in total. Right next to the bowl of mashed potatoes he never brought with him.
"See? Accident prone." Sam pipes up, giving Graeme a bob of his head and a knowing shrug.
"Still making arrows? I thought you quit working at Stark's lab." Steve comments, refilling his own glass of wine. Barton has to bite back the sudden spark of annoyance at himself for being friends with spies who always ask questions.
"I...did. T asked for these specially." He says, answering Cap's question first before he turns his gaze to Teresa on the other side of Lexi-he means Katherine. "I'll get them to you as soon as I can. I was in a rush and left them in New York."
"Or all across Jersey." Nat says, in a low, nonchalant voice. Barton looks at her, pulling a deep breath into his lungs and trying his best not to roll his eyes and let loose a string of swears.
"I have no idea what you mean." He finally says, releasing the held breath of air and putting all of his attention back onto his plate.
"No?" Nat says, swirling her wine around in her glass and arching her brows with the same practice of a spider ready to catch her prey in a web of lies. Barton knows that look, knows that tone, and his grip becomes white-knuckled on the knife, not ready for the fallout. "Interesting how a prominent IRA gun trafficker was delivered to the Newark police department with an arrow still stuck in his shoulder. X-tip. Purple fletchings." She sips her wine, but doesn't break eye contact with him. Out of the corner of his eye, Barton sees Sam cover his mouth with a hand.
"That's weird." Barton replies slowly, his tone just as challenging as Nat's stare.
"It is." Nat nods, setting her glass down. "Since those are your trademark."
"Jesus." Steve sighs, hanging his head a little. "Can we have this conversation later?"
"No." Nat says immediately.
Bucky shrugs and raises his glass of whiskey. "At least it's not me for once."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 16, 2016 22:46:47 GMT -7
Teresa sighed under her breath and then shook her head. Of course he would forget to bring them with him. She really did need them though but she guessed she would have to wait or she could just grab them on the way home from HQ one day in the week. She wasn't sure this actually came under accident prone but if drunk Sam said it then it really must be true. A smile pulled at her lips slightly when he said about it and she had to clear her throat before looking down into the glass of water as if it held all of her problems. Her eyes then moved from the glass and then up when Barton spoke to her. She nodded and gave him a soft smile. "I can just come in one day in the week and grab them if you want me too?"
Then came Nat's voice and she moved her eyes over to the redhead and even felt Katherine sit up next to her as if things were starting to get good. Like she had been waiting for a moment like this to happen and now that it had she was fully awake. She raised an eyebrow when Nat said about and IRA gun trafficker and then went onto say about the arrows and she knew the ones that Nat was on about because she had used those arrows many times before while at Barton's house in Corpus Christi or the apartment in Bed-Stuy. Hell she had nearly shot him through with one when she found out that he had a girlfriend and not told her but why he had too was something she didn't understand.
Teresa turned her eyes back on Barton and scoffed. "Seriously?" she asked and kept her eyes on him. "You don't work for SHIELD anymore, Clint. I'm sure what you're doing is something you can get arrested for and if so why the hell are you even taking the risk?" the last thing she wanted was for Barton to end up getting arrested.
"Now this is interesting" Katherine piped up and looked between Teresa and Barton.
"Shut up, Katherine" she huffed out.
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