25 Unicorn Street- Wednesday morning

[throughaphase]

Kitty had been exhausted through work last night, then came home and went right to bed, and she really had no intention of doing anything this morning except sleeping. And when she found herself starting to wake up far earlier than she actually wanted to, she snuggled closer to Clint and stubbornly draped an arm around him like that was going to make the waking up stop.

Was that going to work? No, probably not.


[For the guy. La la la.]

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[so_hawkward]

So, Clint had clearly had some fun last night, since there was someone else curled around him this morning, but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember what he’d done or what this lady’s name was. He flipped back the covers carefully and tried to sloooowly extract himself from the bed. Maybe if he could find his clothes, he’d feel better, but he had to get unspooned first.

[throughaphase]

And that was not working with a wife who wanted to cling, because she tightened her arm around him and said "Noooo."

So good luck with that, Clint.

[so_hawkward]

Clint made a very undignified noise as he was pulled back to the bed, but he also didn’t pull away again right away. It was kind of nice to get cuddled, not that he would ever admit that out loud. After a minute though, he tried to lift her arm off of him slowly, like maybe she wouldn’t notice if he was stealthy enough.

[throughaphase]

"You are not cooperating," Kitty complained, still not opening her eyes. "Everything okay?"

[so_hawkward]

“Uh, yeah?” Clint said uncertainly. “I just... thought you might want some space?”

He was so good with the ladies, oh yes.

[throughaphase]

"Since when?" she asked, and opened her eyes.

"Please be kidding."

[so_hawkward]

Clint rolled over onto his back and brushed his hair out of his face in totally not sexy way. “Sorry, I was trying to let you sleep.” That sounded sincere and polite and not at all like a terrible excuse, right?

[throughaphase]

She sat up, because this was now less time for cuddling and more for weird conversations.

"Okay." It was one thing when this happened when she was eighteen or whatever, it was different when she looked like a felon and had a noticeable bump under her tank top. "How old are you?"

[so_hawkward]

“I’m nineteen,” he said easily. He was only adding three years, that wasn’t a big deal. Then he noticed the baby bump, and his eyes got a little wider. “Uh, is your husband gonna be home soon?”

Sorry Kitty!

[throughaphase]

Kitty sighed, like, for a long time.

"So that'd be you..."

Sorry Clint!

[so_hawkward]

Clint blinked at Kitty, and then looked down at his hand. “Holy sh—“ he started, clamping a hand over his mouth as he stared, again, at Kitty’s stomach. “Did we... I know you probably didn’t drink last night, but did I? I mean, not that I’m complaining or anything, you’re super hot. But I always figured someone would have to be drunk to marry me and that can’t be good for the baby.”

[throughaphase]

"All right, so," she said, looking at him, "this is going to sound completely insane, but you're my aged-down husband. Who I married while we were both sober." Jeez, Clint. "And this would be your daughter."

[so_hawkward]

Clint just blinked at her for a moment before laughing. “You’re right, that does sound crazy. Are you on some kind of drugs, because that’s really not my thing.”

[throughaphase]

"I'm not even on coffee," Kitty said. "There are wedding pictures, if you want. You grow up hot."

There was that, at least.

[so_hawkward]

Clint snickered at that, because it took a moment for the full meaning of that last comment to sink in. “Hey, I’m hot now,” he said. “And you can’t possibly be telling the truth ‘cause... I don’t know, that’s just insane. If you don’t want to be a single mom or whatever, that’s fine but I couldn’t have... I don’t even know your name.”

He usually felt bad about having to admit that, but this was proof that she was crazy this time!

[throughaphase]

"Kitty," she said, and turned to get and unplug her phone from the charger, then pulled up her pictures. "Scroll."

[so_hawkward]

Clint scrolled through the pictures, his eyes getting wider with each one, and he couldn’t hold back the swearing this time, sorry unborn baby. “This is insane. This can’t be real. Maybe I’m dreaming,” he said, pinching himself. “How could this even happen?”

[throughaphase]

"You're currently in a town where weird things happen," she said sympathetically. "It only lasts a few days, and then you'll be back wherever, and not needing to do things like pay child support."

Dear god, let this only last a few days.

[so_hawkward]

Clint just stared at Kitty and her baby bump for another long moment, and handed her phone back to her with a sigh. "I should probably put pants on." This was so, so weird. "Are you sure you're not just messing with me for fun?"

[throughaphase]

"I have nowhere near that much time or energy," Kitty assured (?) him. "Yes, pants. Pants are good."