all about the balls
rating: g
characters: Clint Barton, Maria Hill, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilsonwarnings: none
summary: A night out on the town, Team America style.
author's note: For vesperass-anuna, and the prompt, "Clint and Sam doing something. Anything. :D"
all about the balls
"Are you all talk or are you actually going to do something?" Clint asked, gesturing at the table. Sam laughed.
"Just giving you a chance to surrender, man. Save your pride and all that."
"So you're just full of hot air," the archer said with an unimpressed air. Wilson scoffed and pick up his pool cue, eyebrows lifting.
"You won't be singing that song in a moment, Hawkeye."
"Bird puns, how original. Are you sure you want to get started on those, Falcon?"
Natasha and Maria, leaning against the bar with drinks in hand, watched with amusement.
"I think we get the better end of this deal," Natasha commented, tipping her head towards the former AD as they admired the view.
"What?" Steve asked, sitting down with his beer.
"Nothing," the women replied in unison. Rogers hesitated, looking for a moment as though he was going to ask, and then thought better of it.
Clint won by a hair, but the debate about a rematch was silenced when Maria and Natasha wiped the floor with both of them.
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