that awkward meme;

[santanachamp]

THAT AWKWARD MEME WHEN
Congratulations, your character's shame is now a spectator sport.

RULES:
o1. Post your character ( name | series | any preferences ).
o2. Characters tagging in: Pick roll for a prompt.
o3. The character setting up the scene can be either the cause, or the unfortunate witness to the awkward situation. Have fun!



That awkward moment when...

o1. You're trying to slink away with your partner’s valuables after a one night stand only to wake them up in the process.
o2. You send a message with your confession, raaage, embarrassing questions or compromising pictures to the wrong person.
o3. You forgot about a birthday or anniversary and now have to pitch a cheap gift bought in five minutes off the nearest 7/11 as a symbolic expression of your feelings.
o4. You lost your wallet and have to charm a perfect stranger into paying your tab.
o5. You spill your wine on the event special guest half an hour before they're due giving their speech.
o6. You need to get rid of your date/groupie/coworker to assume your superhero identity and go save the day in the nearby building.
o7. You can’t stop hiccuping during someone's heartfelt confession of undying affection.
o8. You kidnapped the wrong person.
o9. You have to get your very drunk friend out of a public place fast, and they're not exactly cooperating.
10. You blame grave illness to cancel on meeting someone, only to run into them an hour later.
11. You slip on a banana peel in the middle of your amazing performance or even more amazing shounen attack.
12. You get matched on a blind date with someone who dumped you. Twice.
13. You call out the wrong name when things get hot and heavy.
14. You have to prod this person whether they like-like your friend without outright saying it, because said friend is apparently five too shy to ask on their own.
15. You run into someone after choosing your clothing or doing your make up during a blackout.
16. You have to ask a favour of someone you publicly lambasted twenty minutes ago.
17. You wake up to find someone's been watching you sleep.
18. You answer the door in your lingerie to surprise your special other, only to find it’s not them calling.
19. You try the polite greeting your friends taught you in a different language, only to find out it’s actually a grave insult or a hilarious proposal.
20. You accidentally walk into someone showering, singing aloud, enjoying their personal time or anything else you feel like putting together.

Comments

Clint Barton | MCU | OTA

[inevermiss]

8 for bickering and shenanigans, darling

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha was still dressed to the nines in dangerously high heels and a red dress that fit her like a second skin, though she had left the party behind a half hour ago. She was glad to be clear of it and actually looking forward to a more direct bout of interrogating than she normally got to partake in.

Or she had been until Clint had pulled the bag from the man’s head to reveal his face. She narrowed her eyes at their prisoner before turning a very unpleasant glare to her partner.

“That is not him,” she stated flatly, though there was the barest hint of menace in her tone.

Re: 8 for bickering and shenanigans, darling

[inevermiss]

Clint furrowed his brow, not quite processing what it was that Natasha was telling him. "Yes it is," he said, matter of factly, reaching down and pulling the guy's head back.

He regarded the man in front of him who was going through the standard "Who are you and what do you want?" spiel. He ignored him as he looked back up at Tasha. "I grabbed the guy you said. The guy you marked." He reached out and pulled the satin handkerchief out of the man's breast-pocket, waving it around like a red flag.

Then he saw the monogrammed initials. He clenched his jaw, shoving the guy's head forward and crossing his arms. "Shit."

[study_in_scarlet]

Crossing her arms over her chest, Natasha raised an eyebrow when Clint attempted to argue with her. She could have argued back, but instead she waited until he came to the same conclusion all on his own.

This was not the right guy.

“It was a high class party, it wasn’t going to be the only handkerchief in the room, that was why it was a good method of marking someone. Effective yet not terribly conspicuous,” she explained like one would to a child they were annoyed at. It should have been effective.

[inevermiss]

Clint turns towards her, leveling a frustrated look at her in return. "Only effective if it is a distinctive mark."

He realizes that bickering isn't going to get them anywhere. Natasha's already blown her cover and even if she could get back into the party, there's no guarantee that the mark is still there. Not to mention that they have to find someway of getting rid of this guy.

He turns towards their prisoner. "Who are you?"

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “The item itself was not meant to be distinctive, it was the colour you were supposed to be paying attention to.” Snatching the green handkerchief from Clint’s hand, she held it up between them. “Does this look turquoise to you?”

Recrossing her arms, she turned her attention to their hostage as Clint decided to interrogate him anyway. Well, they at least had to know who he was before they could decide how to handle this.

“Who am I?” the man repeated, incredulously. “Who are you? You kidnapped me!”

“We are well aware of that, as you should be well aware that you are hardly in the position to be asking the questions,” Natasha spoke evenly, eyes burrowing into his.

[inevermiss]

"Turquoise is green!" Isn't it? He was pretty sure it was in the green family somewhere and to be fair, in the lighting of the venue the color had looked a little darker. This was what they got for rushing a job that should've had clear surveillance photos. Which he would be the first to tell Coulson, you know, during the inevitable inquisition that would come after a botched mission of this magnitude.

"I'd listen to her," Clint said, leaning against a chair and regarding the man in front of him. "You don't want to make her mad."

"My people will kill you for this."

Clint sighed heavily. "And your people are?"

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha rolled her eyes and decided not to even bother continuing their little argument. They had much more important things to be focusing on.

“My people are rich and powerful,” the man replied snottily. Well, that was an original answer.

“You’re not giving us much reason to let you out of here alive,” Natasha pointed out very matter-of-factly. “You were not our true target and are now just wasting our time.” She turned toward Clint. “I think we should just kill him and be done with it.” Maybe that would loosen his tongue.

[inevermiss]

Clint didn't smile, though his eyes did get a little brighter as he looked back at her. He kind of loved playing bad cop to Natasha's homicidal cop.

"I told you that you didn't want to make her mad," he said, looking back at the not-mark. "She's right though. It would be easy enough to off you and get back to business, unless you've got a really good reason why we shouldn't."

"My people..."

Clint barely appeared to move before the not-mark found an arrow pointed at his head. "No gunshot, means no one comes running." He smiles. "Then again, she's got a silencer." He looked back at Natasha. "Who's turn is it?"

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha was quick but even she had barely seen Clint draw his weapon until he had it pointed at their captive’s head.

“As much as an arrow through his eye might drastically improve his looks, I do believe it’s my turn,” she replied. She didn’t have her weapon on her, she couldn’t have taken it into the party, but she knew Clint had her back.

Adjusting the slit in the skirt of her dress so she could crouch down, she pulled a gun from the bag that sat between their feet, taking her time to check that it was loaded and that the silencer was firmly attached.

“B-but... my people -” the man stammered, showing the first sign of fear.

“Your people,” Natasha scoffed, promptly cutting him off. “I am beginning to doubt that these people even exist.” She had turned her attention to Clint now, clearly playing a role. “Do you think anyone will really miss this sniveling coward who believes he’s so important?”

[inevermiss]

"Nope," Clint said easily, lowering his weapon and relaxing against the chair.

"You kill me and you will have to deal with the wrath of the Ten Rings," the man spat out quickly. "They will not stop until they've torn you apart limb from limb and then they've done the same to your family!"

Clint forced a small laugh, though his eyes said something else completely when they met Natasha's. "What would the Ten Rings want with someone like you?"

"I give them money and they give me protection."

Clint got to his feet. "Yeah, well, it seems like they've fallen asleep on the job."

"Release me and your death will be quick."

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha caught the look Clint threw in her direction, their eyes carrying on a silent conversation that nobody else could ever understand. The Ten Rings. Maybe they had messed up this mission royally, but perhaps it could still be salvaged as something else.

“And if we don’t release you?” she asked, slowly straightening back up, gun in hand. “If all they want is your money I can’t see them looking to avenge you if you’re not around to pay them for it. Try again.”


[inevermiss]

"Yeah, I still don't buy it," Clint said, shaking his head. "Why would they care about you?"

"You think I'm going to tell you? You're already dead."

Clint huffed, rubbing at his eyebrow. "Then you got nothing to lose, do you?" He looked back at Tasha. "I think you've got delusions of grandeur my friend. Ten Rings have been taking your lunch money and telling you they'll protect you, and yet here you are."

"I have something they need." The man was sweating now, looking between the two of them. "They need me."

[captainsosa]

[Would love to tag you in this meme too but, don't know if you just want to stick with the one for now or what. So asking.]

[inevermiss]

[Here is good also! :D]

20

[captainsosa]

[Yay! <3 I'll let Clint walk in on this lol]

Normally, she showers in silence the sound of the running water enough for her. The sound comforting after a rough day on the job not to mention the water helped to sooth the sore muscles that ran up and down her back and shoulders.

Today she was singing not loudly of course but, loud enough it could be heard if somebody stumbled inside. Rinsing the shampoo out of her hair Sosa began to whistle in place of the words to the song, seeing as she only knew the chorus.

[inevermiss]

Clint has a way of letting himself in now. They've worked together long enough that it's not really that much of a surprise when he's on her couch drinking a beer or eating a sandwich while he waits for her. It's part of the test he gives all his new working partners, testing their endurance and patience and figuring out how they'll react to things.

Except today when he lets himself in it's to hear the sound of someone singing in the bathroom. He pauses outside the door, listening for a moment over the sound of the running water before chuckling to himself.

He opens the door. "Can anyone join this karaoke party, or is it invite only?"

His tone is dry and amused, already betting on Agent Sosa's reaction to his joke.

[captainsosa]

She brought her hands back through her hair to make sure all the shampoo was out, the whistling once again changing back to singing as she came to the part of the song she knew. After a while she didn't care about Clint letting himself in, hell she'd give him a damn key if he'd just take it.

As the door opens and his voice carries an echo through the bathroom, she doesn't scream only because she bites down on her tongue but, she does pulls the hand held shower nozzle from the holder and pulls the curtain back slightly.

She needs no words as she just lets the nozzle do the talking for her, a blast of water from the opening in the curtain and going right toward Clint.

[inevermiss]

He had been fairly certain she'd pulled the curtain back just so that her yelling would be better heard. What he wasn't expecting was the blast of warm water.

"Oh!" He yells, a definite challenge in his tone. He grabs the towel hanging up and holds it up, deflecting as much as he can, but he still gets soaked.

"You shouldn't have done that," he says, holding up the towel. "Now you've got nothing to dry yourself with."

[captainsosa]

A triumphant chuckle echos from behind the curtain as she lets it fall back, so the steam that's developed inside wouldn't leak out.

"Cause lord knows I can't just walk out of here and get another from the closet Clint," she points out while placing the shower head back in it's holder.

Though of course she'd wait till he was out of the bathroom before she even did such a thing.

[inevermiss]

"You could do that," he acknowledges. "But the thing you have to ask yourself is whether or not you feel comfortable sharing that much with me."

He grins, crossing his arms by the door. "Don't get me wrong. If you show me yours, I'll definitely show you mine. Fair is fair. But something tells me you're not going to be okay with that."

He shrugs. "So we're kinda at an impasse."

[captainsosa]

Shit. He did have a point, then again she was pretty quick. While she finishes rinsing off her words carried from the shower toward him. "You could always close your eyes."

Even Sosa knew that wouldn't happen. Turning the water off she had a good minute before she started to get cold so she had to think fast. "Why do I get the feeling you planned this?"

[inevermiss]

"I could, but what kind of revenge is that?"

The water shut off and he shifted on his feet, preparing to get something thrown at him. "You give me way too much credit, Sosa. I just wanted to join in on the karaoke party. You're the one that upped the ante."

[captainsosa]

"How did I up the ante?" Though he can't see it because of the curtain her eyes narrow slightly. Then the cold starts to set in on and she's moving her hands over her arms.

"This isn't funny Clint!"

[inevermiss]

"Neither was you getting me wet," he said with a chuckle.

He'd get her a towel in a minute. Right now he was just enjoying making her sweat. "Speaking of which, now I gotta take off these wet clothes. He pulled off his shirt, and tossed it on the ground.

"You wouldn't want company in there, would you?"