25 Unicorn Street- early Monday morning

[throughaphase]

It took Kitty a moment after waking up to realize that she was the right age, that she was still sort of mad about Stiles' Cubs comments, and that she was sleeping on Clint's couch. She hadn't known where she was supposed to live when she was six, so he'd been nice enough to let her stay here. She got up and went to check the time since she had a pretty early class to get to, then decided that she had enough time to clean up a little and make sure that at least dirty dishes were put in the sink or whatever. That was when she saw the certificate she'd made Lucky to tell him he was the best dog ever. Then she found some kind of tape to make sure she could put it on the wall where Lucky could see it, even if he couldn't read it.

And since she was in a relatively good mood due to being all twenty again, she got another piece of paper, and a couple minutes later headed upstairs to Clint's room. She tried to be as quiet as possible, even phasing through the door, trying not to wake him up (if he was sleeping) as she attached something to the wall above the bed.

What. It was that kind of weekend.

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[so_hawkward]

It was a sign that being tiny really took a lot out of Clint that he didn't wake up when Kitty came in. A few minutes later, he poked his head out of the covers, hair askew, and sighed. He hadn't embarrassed himself as much this weekend as the last time he'd been a kid, and the fact that Kitty had been little too helped. Still, he felt weird right up until he saw the certificate. It was kind of hard to feel bad at all after that.

"Kitty?" he called loudly. It was that or actually get out of the bed to see if she was still here and... yeah, that wasn't going to happen yet.

[throughaphase]

Kitty had been just about to leave for her own place when she heard him, so she came back upstairs to poke her head through the wall. "Morning," she smiled.

[so_hawkward]

"Morning," he said, smiling at her. "I didn't know boyfriending was a field. How are you doing this morning?"

[throughaphase]

"Surprisingly good," she said, coming all the way through the wall to sit next to him on the bed. "So you saw that, huh?"

[so_hawkward]

"Now that I'm the right age I'm capable of reading," Clint said with a laugh. "I'm sorry you were stuck here for the weekend."

[throughaphase]

"Never be sorry about that," Kitty smiled. "It was way better than hanging out in my apartment by myself. Even if I probably did catch cooties from you."

[so_hawkward]

"Yet again, it's girls who have the cooties, not boys," Clint said solemnly, reaching to put his hand on Kitty's leg. "That's how you manage to catch and ensnare us."

[throughaphase]

"Are you saying I ensnared you with cooties?" she asked, looking amused.

[so_hawkward]

"I think that's a likely explanation," Clint said. "I did fall for you pretty hard. That could be an infection. A good one, but still."

[throughaphase]

"In that case, go cooties. Working in my favor," she laughed. "Too bad there's no cure."

[so_hawkward]

"I'm kind of okay with that," Clint said with a smirk. "Do you want breakfast? Now you know I can cook a mean bowl of cereal." And hey, Lucky probably needed some actual dog food too while he was at it.

[throughaphase]

And then he could see Lucky's certificate all displayed!

"Sure. I've still got some time for you to be all domestic," she teased.

[so_hawkward]

"Pancakes or something that involved actual cooking would be domestic," Clint said, getting out of bed with much less reluctance than he had a few minutes ago. "I bet your students will be sad they couldn't all stay tiny and just color or something in class."

[throughaphase]

"You're cooking my cereal, it counts," she said, getting up herself. "And if I hadn't just shown them a movie last week, I might've made them sit there and color. Mostly because I don't want to go in early enough to program the Danger Shop."

[so_hawkward]

"I feel you. I always worried I was going to turn off the safety features or something and someone was going to lose a limb," Clint said, leading the way downstairs. When he got to the kitchen, he stopped when he saw the certificate for Lucky. "You are such a dork," he said fondly.

[throughaphase]

"No, what makes me a dork is that I'm pretty sure we can train him to know what that means when he looks at it," Kitty explained.

[so_hawkward]

Clint's eyes lit up and he grinned at Kitty. "We could. He's certainly smart enough," he said. "And then he'd know how much he's cared about and all that."

[throughaphase]

"Exactly. It's an automatic 'good boy' even if you're at work or at my place or whatever," she said.

[so_hawkward]

"He does deserve a lot of praise, especially for putting up with us this weekend," Clint said, "and our incessant need to pet him."

[throughaphase]

"I'm sure he hated the attention," Kitty grinned. "So how are you doing this morning, being your rightful age again?"

[so_hawkward]

Clint shrugged as he got out cereal and two bowls this time, and also set the coffee maker to warm up. That was definitely a step he'd missed as a kid. "Okay, I guess. I mean, I didn't do anything terrible or embarrassing this weekend, so it could be a lot worse."

[throughaphase]

"Did you have fun, at least?" she asked, leaning against the counter.

[so_hawkward]

"It was kind of fun being little," Clint said, doling out cereal for the both of them. "It's always a little weird looking back though and remembering. I knew so much less about how the world worked then."

[throughaphase]

Kitty moved to get a couple spoons while he was doing that, nodding. "Yeah, I thought life was a lot simpler back then, but now I think I was just kinda ignorant. Due to being six, I mean, but still."

[so_hawkward]

"Yeah, I guess I do have to forgive myself for being young," Clint said, his eyes going a little wide. "Oh man, I really hope I didn't accidentally call Barney and forget about it."

[throughaphase]

Kitty tried not to think that might be potentially hilarious. "You're not sure?"

[so_hawkward]

"Not completely. I mean, I could ask," Clint said, "but there's no way to explain why the weekend's a little hazy that's good."

[throughaphase]

"It might be on your call history," she said. Might. Hers always seemed to hide from her when she needed it, stupid phone. "And if you have to, you could probably say you were babysitting. Maybe."

[so_hawkward]

"Right, 'cause he's totally going to believe someone trusted me with their kids," Clint said, snorting. "Maybe I'll wait and see if he says anything to me first. That's kind of the Barton way."

[throughaphase]

"I trusted you with Lexi," Kitty pointed out. "And if that's the Barton way I'm gonna have to remember that..."

Like it was news or something.

[so_hawkward]

"Lexi was different, she was half mine," Clint pointed out, before wondering if he'd said something bad. "What do you need to remember?"

[throughaphase]

"That I might have to be the one to bring stuff up," Kitty shrugged. "And now I'm realizing how much I don't have to do that."

[so_hawkward]

"Well, that's because I'm awesome," Clint said with a hopeful smirk. "But, uh, yeah, you probably will be 'cause I'm not going to... it's weird to complain when it could just make things worse, you know?"

[throughaphase]

"Or you could bring it up and see if whatever it is can get solved right away," she said. "Though I tend to blow things out of proportion if I'm stuck thinking about them too long."

[so_hawkward]

"I just don't think about them? But I also don't get bothered by a lot," Clint added quickly, offering Kitty one of the bowls as a distraction.

[throughaphase]

She took the bowl, offering a spoon as a trade. "Maybe this is why we're still getting along so freakishly well after a year."

Because seriously, she still had no idea how they were managing that.

[so_hawkward]

"It is a little weird, but I won't complain if you won't," Clint offered.

[throughaphase]

"Oh, trust me," Kitty grinned, "the last thing I'm gonna do is complain."