Clint had gone apple picking with his kids before both on the farm and in other places, so it was a familiar activity that seemed safer to do with a stranger then running around the property and getting touchy feely or anything like that. He does keep a close eye on the older looking trees though curious about them, but knowing better than to get close. He was the king of getting other people out of trouble not getting into it himself.
He makes sure to keep an eye on his partner too, but given he can't hear as well as most other people he does turn around at one point and realise his partner is walking towards the trees. He starts running in their direction trying to get to them before they grab one of the apples. "Oh COME ON," he calls out, "Can't I have one quiet day?"
Makeover, Makeover
Clint was not a clothes horse by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a beautiful day, nothing had tried to kill him yet and he was enjoying poking his head into various shops and exploring the things on display. He slid into one of the clothing stores and frowned as he watched someone trying to choose an outfit.
He had watched both his wife and daughter wear that expression more than once and had often been roped into helping them choose an outfit when he was home long enough to do so. Walking up to the person and making sure they could see them, he pointed to a colorful looking outfit with a smile.
He also made sure his hearing aides were in and on so he didn't have to fumble with sign language for the conversation. "That one might work," he offers with a slight smile.
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[Interested in something else with Clint, throw up a prompt or suggest something and I'll roll with it.]
Clint Barton | MCU | Familar
Clint had gone apple picking with his kids before both on the farm and in other places, so it was a familiar activity that seemed safer to do with a stranger then running around the property and getting touchy feely or anything like that. He does keep a close eye on the older looking trees though curious about them, but knowing better than to get close. He was the king of getting other people out of trouble not getting into it himself.
He makes sure to keep an eye on his partner too, but given he can't hear as well as most other people he does turn around at one point and realise his partner is walking towards the trees. He starts running in their direction trying to get to them before they grab one of the apples. "Oh COME ON," he calls out, "Can't I have one quiet day?"
Makeover, Makeover
Clint was not a clothes horse by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a beautiful day, nothing had tried to kill him yet and he was enjoying poking his head into various shops and exploring the things on display. He slid into one of the clothing stores and frowned as he watched someone trying to choose an outfit.
He had watched both his wife and daughter wear that expression more than once and had often been roped into helping them choose an outfit when he was home long enough to do so. Walking up to the person and making sure they could see them, he pointed to a colorful looking outfit with a smile.
He also made sure his hearing aides were in and on so he didn't have to fumble with sign language for the conversation. "That one might work," he offers with a slight smile.
Wildcard
[Interested in something else with Clint, throw up a prompt or suggest something and I'll roll with it.]