Chapter 11-Flock
By: MysticFantasy
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Promt provided by kitskat.
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"I do belive you and Bucky invented mud wrestling." Tony mused. "Too bad bikini's were around then. Could manage to talk some ladies into it."
"Well, Bucky learned not to mess with my boxers again." Steve said.
"I won't ever mess with you." Clint declared.
"Tell us something that has happened to you." Thor said.
"Yeah Clint. Tell us something." Natasha said before taking a sip of her wine.
"Did I ever mention my good looks got me cornered in a very unusual place?"
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Clint felt that he was having a very good day.
An earlier mission had gone perfectly without anyone being hurt or killed, Fury had given him plenty of praise for it, he got a much needed week off to relax and now he was heading back to the tower for some rest.
But his sweet tooth decided to slow his journey.
An ice cream shop was offering cones at half price.
"They know my one weakness." he mused as he headed to the shop. He walked inside, the small bell ringing on the door as he entered. The shop had mostly women and young children. He assumed they were mother's treating their children to some sweets that would later give them cavities.
He tried to hide his amusement when he noticed that some of the women gave him a head to toe glance.
The archer made his way to the server and gave his order. As he waited, from the corner of his eye, he noticed one of the women slide up to him.
"Hey there handsome." she greeted.
"Ma'am." Clint greeted and return and mentally slapped himself.
I'm turning into Steve. he thought.
"Come here often?" she asked.
"Only when I need a fix of the good stuff." Clint answered with a smirk.
"I have a little weakness for mint chocolate chip myself." she said. "You look too good in shape to let your build go."
"I try to stay in shape. Not always easy when I have a bad sweet tooth."
"I have a bad sweet tooth myself." she said with a lustful tone.
"Irene, don't keep him to yourself." a blond woman said as she slid up on the other side of the archer.
Clint was starting to wonder if the server was taking his sweet time with his ice cream on purpose because two more women walked up to him from behind.
Oh boy. Clint thought when he saw a fifth woman walk over while the server was barely dipping the scoop into Clint's favorite ice cream.
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"Sounds like they were serving you at half price." Natasha remarked.
"Took the guy ten minutes to give me my d**n ice cream." Clint stated. "I did get five phone numbers but I am never going back to that shop agian. Made me give up my favorite ice cream."