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[ It depends on the kind of porn you watch, Clint. ]

Um. Don't ask. [ Getting in. ] So there's no emergency, right?

[ Clint doesn't watch porn. Of course not. ]

You usually get guys inviting you into small spaces wanting to show you something? [ He's on the verge of laughing as the doors slide open and he steps out. ] Does the need to kill boredom count?

Yeah, I mean there was a cupboard and a lot of blood but I think it helped me grow as a person. [ A bright, goofy smile because he's got to make light of the situation. Especially as he and Derek have gotten over the dismemberment.

Nodding. ] Sure. I mean I could do without listening to the ticking for a while.

You didn't hang out with Tasha, did you? 'Cause I probably should've warned you about that. [ He's curious, but not asking, leaving it open if he wants to expand on it. ]

Yeah, I'm not exactly a fan. [ Stepping into the apartment, the TV on with a Playstation hooked up to it and game boxes littered on the floor. ]

No, I probably would've swallowed my tongue. [ A pause. He's not sure if you guys are in some sort of open and sexy relationship, so he has to apologise. ] I mean, because she is a scary lady and not because she is very sexy. Not that she isn't sexy and --.

[ Oh wait, playstation. ] Oh awesome.

No, she's incredibly sexy. [ He shrugs, because, well, it's hard to miss. ] Scary, but sexy. It's like her warning label. Just, you know, don't say it to her face. [ But he's going to make things worse by wriggling implicating eyebrows at him. ] Want me to put in a good word?

[ Grinning, Clint kicks the door shut, Fury rushing out to greet Stiles while he grabs some cold drinks. ]

No. Oh my god. [ Yes. No. Yes. No. ] I gave my heart to a girl like that in third grade, and look - [ Rolling up his sleeve to show Clint a scar on his elbow. ] Her Barbie.

[ Lifting Fury up so he can lick Stiles face while the boy himself ends up on the floor cross-legged. ] And I missed you Mr. Furious.

She did voodoo on you? [ Examining the scar as he hands over a can of coke. ] What a bitch.

[ Throwing some cushions onto the floor, he joins him down there, legs out in front of him and resting back on his hands, watching the two of them with a stupid smile on his face. ]

She pretty much just tried to stab me with Barbie's pink stilletos, I think. I took her favourite crayon.

[ Stroking Fury's ears because he can. ] So what games have you got?

You're lucky to survive. Those heels are something else. Bet you never stole her crayons again did you?

[ Lazily stretching forward, scooping a handful up. ] Guitar Hero, Lego Batman, Resident Evil. [ Dragging some more closer with a socked foot. ] Anything hitting the spot?

Nope. [ Grinning. ] Well, unless I wanted to get her attention.

[ Contemplative. ] Either Guitar Hero or Lego Batman, because they're two player. If we're doing Batman though I refuse to be Robin. I live a life of Robin.

Women are complex creatures. But if you ever need advice, I might have some to offer.

[ He considers this and then shrugs. ] I'll take one for the team. [ Pulling it out of the box, he slides it in and loads it up. ]

Um. Maybe? I don't know. Probably not. Especially here. Lydia's not going to show up in a place like this. I haven't seen a Mall in a long time.

[ Grinning. It's a small victory, but he just can't help himself. He hates being the sidekick all the time. ]

→ there's just a few things I think that you should know

he's weak, his dad would be so sad.

what he doesn't know is probably for the best

poor papa stilinski

he'd only worry ;;

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