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25 Unicorn Street- Sunday after the finale

Once things were settling down, Kitty got Clint away from the carnival, because she didn't want to be there anymore and was pretty sure he wanted to be there even less. So they went back to his place, where he could probably look forward to her attaching herself to him like a cuddly lamprey.

First things first, though. Once they got inside, she asked, "Are you hungry? We could order pizza, if that isn't taunting Lucky."

[For the lamprey victim.]

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"I know," she said. They'd been through this a couple times in the past for her to know that. "But know that when it comes to me, we're good. I love you, I don't blame you for anything, and there is no problem between you and me."

"I know." Clint let out a small sigh and scooted closer, knowing that Kitty probably wanted to hug him again or something. "I still can't believe you hugged me better. That's really weird, right?"

"I want all island-wide problems to be solved with hugging," Kitty said brightly, sliding her arm around him. "All problems in general, even. I'd be the best superhero if that was the case. Or at least in the top five."

"Thor might give you a run for your money. He's surprisingly friendly, all things considered," Clint said. He leaned against Kitty, letting her pull him closer. "I like shooting people in uncomfortable places so much more."

"And you're very good at it," she said. "Please tell me this means you've hugged Thor."

It was such a pretty visual. Just imagine it for a minute.

See?

"Against my will, yes. Stop picturing it " Clint had a good idea of how Kitty's brain worked by now.

"Awww, you can't let me have this?" she mock-pouted. She was going to picture it anyway.

"As long as you don't talk about it on the internet," Clint warned.

"Definitely not," Kitty promised, pulling herself into his lap and positioning herself so that she wasn't blocking him from Lucky. "I learned from last summer that nothing personal goes on the internet ever. It can just stay in my brain."

Okay, having a lapful of Kitty was actually pretty awesome, so maybe this weekend wasn't going to turn out too bad. "As long as that's where it stays, you can think about me getting hugged by anyone."

"Okay, you probably don't want to give me that kind of freedom," Kitty warned.

"Hey, it works both ways, right? I can think about you getting hugged by people too?" Clint suggested.

"I know you're going to do it regardless," Kitty teased.

"I have. And it was more than hugging." Sorry Kitty, but the version of you in his head was really pretty with Natasha. "So I guess I can't say anything."

"You're lucky your dirty mind is one of the things I love about you," she said, like she wasn't just as bad. "Otherwise I might be offended."

She would not be. Definitely not when she'd started it, anyway.

"Oh, and your mind is completely innocent," Clint teased. "I'm such an awful influence on you."

"Yes, you are, I'm glad you're finally admitting it," Kitty nodded, trying to keep a straight face.

"Hey, that was sarcasm. You got corrupted a long time before I got my hands on you Ms. I've Got Leather Pants And I Know How To Use Them," Clint insisted. "I've just, you know, helped more."

"Those were for work!" she protested. The terrifying thing was they actually were. "That was an unofficial uniform."

Including the pair with giant holes cut in the thighs.

"You're the boss, you make your own uniform," Clint pointed out.

"At my first bar it was," Kitty clarified. "And then I carried it over because it was familiar. And badass. And then because your face when you saw me wearing them was fantastic."

"Oh come on, how was I supposed to look? I already had a thing for you and then you were just there all barely dressed and I'm not a superhuman," Clint said.

"All the important parts were covered. I'm pretty sure I had an actual shirt that day, too," Kitty laughed. Given her clothes back then there was about a 25% chance she had been showing sideboob, though. "Most people didn't look twice at what I looked like. I'm just glad you did. And that you already had a thing for me."

"Those people were dumb. Or blind. Or possibly both," Clint said, wrapping his arms tightly around Kitty. "But hey, I got you so I win."

See? See, she was counting that as a hug. Her cuddle plans totally worked. "Yeah, you did. But I think I won too so we could say it's a tie."

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