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FRIENDSHIP MEME

FRIENDSHIP MEME
( because love takes many forms. )

Friend;
noun
1. a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.
2. a person who gives assistance.
3. a person who is on good terms with another; a person who is not hostile.
4. a member of the same nation, party, etc.

Old Friends

1. Just chillin’. You just enjoy each other’s company, and you’re spending time somewhere that the only thing that matters is both of you, doing your thing.
2. A friend in need is a friend indeed. Hey man, my car broke down. Also, I might have to come stay with you a while because my significant other kicked me out... One of you is in a pickle! Time to test how far this friendship can go.
3. Bros b4 hos, man. Chicks b4 dicks. I’m really happy for your success in finding someone who might be interested in seeing you naked, but you need to remember that your friends need time too. Jealousy and friendly concern regarding relationships go here.
4. We’re gonna paint the town. Inflicting your friendship upon society. Maybe you’re going out for a party, maybe you’re just driving around. DO something together! Try something new!
5. I get by with a little help from my friends. You or your friend is in need of some emotional support during a difficult time. Whether it’s a shit situation or just whining, a friend is obligated to deal and give advice. Or are they?
6. Get in, loser, we’re going shopping. Whirlwind adventure time! Kidnap your a friend from their mundane schedule and play hookey! Run away together!
7. I love you, man. Showing your appreciation and affection for your friend, be it in gifts, gestures, or just an outright thank you.
8. Gurl, hold my poodle. A fight has broken out, and either one or both of you are involved. Do you/the friend break up the fight or jump right in to defend? Or maybe you’re in a situation neither of you could avoid - perhaps it’s war instead. What sort of team are you?
9. Long-lost. You’ve been driven apart by distance or circumstances, but you finally have the chance to see one another again. What’s the reunion like?
10. Misery loves company. Commiserating together. Maybe you’re stuck at a really boring afair, maybe you’re complaining about men/women/work. You’re allowed to be as nasty as you want in front of your best friends!
11. E tu, Brute? Betrayal. Whether intentional or not, one of you has let the other down. They’re not the person you thought they were.
12. I only tell you this because I care. Advice, possibly unsolicited. Your friend has been doing something you don’t like and you’re going to let them know. Yes, that dress does make you look fat.
13. Thinking of you. So I saw this hat on my way through the mall and thought of you! I found this cool/funny video and thought I’d pass it on! I felt like baking cookies and thought you might appreciate some.
14. Why are we friends, again? Argument! Know someone long enough and you’re bound to get in a few! Is someone just in a terrible mood? Or is there an actual issue? Fight it out, big or small! Small to big?
15. Too good of friends. Make-up prompt. You two got into it, and now it’s someone’s turn to step up and be the bigger person to preserve the friendship. How do you show you’re sorry? Is forgiveness possible?
16. Obligatory wildcard. Pick your own!

New Friends
Icebreakers for new interactions!

Reasons (Optional):

1. Convenience. You work together and carpool. You’re neighbors. You have the same classes. It’s just easier to get along than ignore each other.
2. Through an Acquaintance. They’re a friend of a friend, so naturally, you’ve had to deal with them every so often. But maybe you want to see what they’re like when it’s just the two of you?
3. Hardship. They came to help you out when you needed it, despite being a stranger. Comrades in arms.
4. Intrigue. You seem pretty cool. Want to hang out sometime?

Prompts

1. Party. So you should be friends with me, because I can drink a yard of beer and I’ve got the moves like Jagger.
2. Venue. Going to the movies, having lunch together, checking out the fair that came through town. It’s like a date, except getting to know them doesn’t come tied with a relationship.
3. Favor. Hey, I’m going out for a weekend. Would you mind feeding my cat? Can I borrow a little bit of money and pay you back later?
4. TMI. Um. No, I didn’t know you had a foot fetish! And I’m really not sure how I feel about it. I really don’t care how many cats you have. I’m not at liberty to discuss how much money I have.
5. Advice. Hey, do you mind giving a second opinion? Also, you never knew this about me, but I’m actually a ninja as a night job and I can give you some help with that self-defense issue you’ve been having?
6. Philosophy. Friendship’s first deep, serious conversation. What do you think of this current issue? What’s your religious standing?
7. Call me, text me. Hey, what’s up? NM here, just bored at work. Want to play Words with Friends? Casual conversations at a distance.
8. Forced association. Well, I’d better get going... nevermind, it looks like it’s flooding outside. Um. Usually the drive is ten minutes, but usually traffic isn’t a fifty-car pile-up... know any showtunes?
9. Upgrading. Roll from the Old Friends category and see if this friend is able to take the leap!
10. Wildcard Yep.

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Carol liked traditional gentlemanly behavior just fine. She just happened to be closer to the door and was so hungry that she didn't want to wait the extra handful of seconds for Clint to go and open it.

She pulled out the food menu as soon as she sat down and opened it up. "I say you should go for it. But I will pass. Might go crazy and get a strawberry lemonade, though." There were times when Carol really hated being a recovering alcoholic, and this was one them. But as much as she wanted to grab a drink with her teammates, she knew that one drink could undo all of her years of sobriety. And there was no way in hell she was going back to that version of herself.

She gave him a smile to show that she really didn't mind before flipping to the appetizers and looking them over. "Just how hungry are you?"

When Carol turned down the drink it took Clint a second to remember why, and despite her reassuring smile he still felt like a complete heel. Had he really gotten so caught up in his own problems that he would forget something so important about a friend?

He could just say he changed his mind and didn’t want the drink anyway, but Carol would know he was only doing that to make up for his folly and would call him on it and it would only make things worse, as would apologising for it. His best bet, he figured, was to go through with ordering the one drink and keep it at that. “Strawberry lemonade, that’s pretty crazy,” he said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. Needless to say he was glad when she shifted the conversation.

“Well, I mighta forgot to eat lunch... so I could put away some food,” he said as the waiter approached to take their drink orders before leaving them to look over the food menu. “How about you?”

Clint was right; that is exactly how that situation would've progressed. But Carol really didn't mind if a friend had a drink or two in front of her. And it was okay that he had forgotten - they all had a lot of crap to deal with. The important thing was that Carol didn't forget.

But she was more than happy to place their drink order and move to a non-awkward topic. "Then I think that answers the follow up question of 'Did you want to split an appetizer?'. I'm pretty hungry." Patrolling takes a lot out of a person. "Or maybe we should get two and split them."

That was one of the many great things about Carol: she let things roll off pretty easily when she knew there was no harm meant by it. Sure, she could kick pretty much anyone’s ass in one second flat, but she didn’t throw that strength around, at least not seriously. Just like that the awkwardness passed.

“Let’s go for broke,” Clint said, flipping to the appetizers page of the menu. “Variety is the spice of life, right?” He liked the idea of splitting two, it made the decision a little easier than just having to decide on one thing.

Life was too short and their jobs were too serious to let little things get in the way of a friendship. She knew that Clint meant well and that's all these was to it. No need to make him feel bad. Especially since she was really enjoying getting to spend time with him.

Carol nodded as she turned her attention back to the menu. "Well, I'm game for just about any of this. Onion rings, cheese sticks, the wings..." she trailed off as she kept reading. Honestly anything but the Texas cheese fries sounded great because she knew she'd get fries with her burger and eat all of them. "Actually, wings sound really good right now."

Clint rubbed his chin as he considered the menu, nodding slowly as Carol spoke. “Wings are always a good idea,” he said because, come on, who didn’t like a good ol’ plate of chicken wings? “I think I’m gonna go for the jalapeno poppers. Think you can handle ‘em?”

Hiding his smirk behind his menu, Clint peered over the top of it at Carol and raised an eyebrow as the waiter returned with their drinks.

Carol mirrored his actions, hiding her smirk behind her menu but arching her eyebrow that could only be read as "Clint, please." She could handle jalapeno poppers like a champ. Mix that with wings, strawberry lemonade, and a burger and tonight's dinner was getting more delicious by the second.

"Yeah, for appetizers we're going to split an order of wings and an order of the jalapeno poppers," she told the waiter as soon as he pulled out his notepad. Man, she had really forgotten how much she liked hanging out with Clint.

After Carol ordered their appetizers and her own meal, Clint put in his order for a burger and fries before settling back in his seat and taking a sip of his beer. Oh yeah, this was all exactly what he had needed tonight.

“So how goes the cleanup effort?” he asked, setting the glass back on the table. The first few days had been the worse, crime wise, with all the looting that tends to take place in damaged areas, but it had petered off pretty quick. That didn’t mean the dangers were gone with it, though. Clint was out there helping as much as he could, but he wasn’t as prominent nor as trusted as Carol.

Carol took a long sip from her lemonade before relaxing back in her chair and shaking her head. "Mindless, really. I know I'm doing important work to keep the city in order, but I don't know, I also feel like I could be doing more. I should be off chasing AIM soldiers, not just patrolling the streets to make sure the looters stay away."

She did actually see a fair bit of action. There were black market dealers who tried to get their hands on alien tech and not-so-legit scientists trying to scrape out some alien DNA. "I could use a decent partner," she added casually. "You know, someone who can hold their own, but also back me up and tell me what's headed my way."

Clint nodded as Carol spoke. It did seem like a waste of her particular skills and talents to keep her grounded and on cleanup duty. She could be doing so much more, but then couldn’t all of them? Clint sure as hell knew he was sick and tired of desk duty and training recruits and psyche evaluations and... well, there was a lot he was sick and tired of. Some days he was just plain tired.

“Yeah, that’s be nice, huh? Too bad Steve ran off to Washington, he’s probably just the man for the job.” Just the man for a lot of jobs, it seemed. Of course Clint didn’t add the fact that Steve had ran off with his partner, but that was just an unnecessary statement; everyone knew Natasha had gone with him, and rumour had it that they made a pretty great team.

Maybe feeling like most of his coworkers blamed him or were afraid of him wouldn’t be so bad if he wasn’t also feeling replaced by Mr. Perfect in the life of the one person who really understood everything he was going through.

Oh, sorry, Captain Perfect. 

Truth be told, Carol did want to work with Steve at some point. She thought he was a hell of a soldier and thought they would fight well together. So yeah, Steve might have been a good fit. But SHIELD had a super soldier and they wanted to use him to do other things. Other things with Clint's partner. Carol felt like she ought to say something like 'Hey, he'll never replace you!' because, well, she thought it might be rubbing salt in wounds.

She shook her head and took another sip of lemonade. "I mean you, Clint. I grant you it's not much more exciting than training, but it'd be a slight change of scenery and keep your days a little more interesting." Not to use a bird metaphor, but she knew that keeping Clint caged just to stew over Natasha and Loki and the helicarrier was probably driving him up a wall.

Carol was well aware that she could never replace Natasha, but maybe he'd consider a substitute while his usual one was away.

Him; she meant him. He probably should have seen that coming, but he was so caught up in his own bitterness lately that it made him shortsighted, a huge handicap on someone who saw better at a distance.

It was an interesting proposition, and while the job itself might not be the most exciting it would still get him out of headquarters, get him out in the field again. The very idea of it almost made his skin itch in anticipation, and the best part was that Carol didn’t seem to be settling for him; it actually seemed like he was her first choice.

“You think Fury would go for it?” Clint asked, skipping over the jokes entirely and just asking flat out.  

Time to get over the bitterness, Clint. Or, well, at least bury it and focus on something else. Either way, it's time to get you back into the field. And if it can't be with Nat, at least it's with another kick ass lady.

"I think so," Carol replied quickly. "I already ran it by Hill and she thinks it's a good idea. Among the three of us, I can't see why the hell he'd say no. I think you and I would make a hell of a team."

In addition to just wanting Clint as a partner, it was an ideal situation for all parties involved. SHIELD could keep an eye on Clint with him being in the city and Clint could get back in action.

So she had been thinking about this for a while, or at least long enough to ask Agent Hill about it. Really, with that kind of recommendation even Clint couldn’t see how Fury would have a problem with it.

Regarding for a few moments in silence, Clint rubbed his chin in thought before finally extending his hand across the table to Carol.

“Well, in that case... I think you got yourself a partner, partner,” he said, grin returning. This was probably exactly what he needed, someone to give him a chance, an opportunity to prove himself. There was only so much he could do conducting training sessions and running the whole gamut of tests they threw at him; he needed something real, something to help him regain confidence in himself if he was ever going to earn back the trust of his coworkers.

She reached out to firmly shake his hand. It was nice to see Clint grinning again and she returned it just as wide. "Can't wait to start working with you, partner."

On her end, Carol had never lost trust in Clint. The poor guy had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time on the wrong end of a spear. It could've just as easily happened to her or Nat or any of the SHIELD agents. So she was going to do everything that she could to help.

"I'll try and keep it interesting for you," she teased before releasing his hand and going for a chicken wing. Carol didn't want to get ahead of herself, but maybe if they rocked this assignment they could get reassigned somewhere far more exciting.

Carol’s handshake was firm and strong, and it was amazing to think just how much power she was holding back in such a simple task. She could crush his hand before he could blink if she wanted to. It was impressive, and a little intimidating, but nothing to worry about, at least not for Clint.

Retracting his hand, his grin remained as he settled back in his chair again and took another pull off his beer. He hoped Natasha contacted him soon; he couldn’t wait to tell her he’d found his own blonde, Captain powerhouse replacement partner. He knew she would be pleased he was getting out there again.

“I spent most of today on desk duty. Even if we just clean up garbage all day it’ll still be more interesting than that. At least I’d be outside,” Clint replied. Tossing one of the jalapeno poppers into the air he caught it in his mouth. Catching the disapproving look of one of the servers he gave a bit of a sheepish smile and decided not to press his luck.

She was happy that Clint had accepted the offer. After doing the superhero thing by herself for a while, she was ready to work with a partner. Especially since it was Clint. Carol was a jump-right-in-and-start-punching kind of fighter. Always had been. So teaming up with someone who saw better from afar was exactly what she needed to grow.

Carol laughed warmly at the display and clapped once he caught it in his mouth. "Very well done. And no, we're not going to be cleaning up garbage." A pause as she grabbed a popper for herself. "Well, unless your definition of garbage is ruffians, thugs, rogue scientists, and ne'er-do-wells. Then all we will be doing is taking out the garbage."

Growing up in the circus, Clint was still very much a showman at heart, so while he did do much more than smile and nod his head in more of a bowing gesture, he was truly delighted by Carol’s reaction. You can take the boy out of the circus but you can’t take the circus out of the boy.

“Ah, all the worst kinds of garbage,” he replied, snatching a wing of the plate. “Sounds like my kinda gig.”

Clint had no doubt that they would compliment each other well. On missions with Natasha he was usually her eye in the sky, her backup, while she put on her cover and mingled among the marks. It was a dynamic that worked perfectly, and have elevated them to one of SHIELD’s top teams. With Carol it would be different, he would get the chance to do some ground work as well, but their styles would still contrast enough that they would probably pick up each other’s slack and get the job done.

It was an impressive feat. Carol could probably do it as well, but that was more due to her super speed than any kind of natural talent for catching food in her mouth. Plus, well, now they were skating on thin ice with the wait staff. She made a note to leave them a nice tip.

"There's no one better," she replied. Which wasn't just witty banter. Clint and Natasha's achievements as a team were well-known by the other agents of SHIELD. The missions that weren't completely classified, that was. There'd be a little bit of time spent figuring out how the other operated in the field, but Carol was confident that they'd be a great fit.

Despite the fact that they were joking around, Clint could see that Carol actually meant the words, and he couldn’t deny that he was touched. There weren’t a lot of people that wanted to work with him lately, so it was always good to know there was more than just a handful still in his corner.

Pulling the meat off of the chicken wing, he dropped the bones on his plate, eating in silence for a few minutes.

“So what you been up to lately, anyway?” he asked after swallowing the food. They hadn’t actually taken much time lately to just hang out and talk, so besides the business end of things he realised he didn’t really know all that much about Carol Danvers.

She was in the middle of a chicken wing when he asked and she took a bit to chew the rest of the meat. Truth be told, Carol wasn't really interesting. Or at least she didn't think so. Open she took on the Captain Marvel everything resembling a social life or hobbies kind of disappeared. Bad guys and cleanup had her constantly going.

"Not much, really. Trying to make my cat a little more friendly, thinking about writing another book...Captain Marvel kind of takes up all of my time." She shrugged and grabbed the last jalapeno popper. "What about you, Clint?"

It was sad, really, how so many of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s agents were married to their work and seemed to fail in the social life department outside of it. It was difficult to get to know people outside of the agency when they had to always keep such a big part of their lives secret, so they often stuck together. Carol didn’t sound like she was doing well with that part either.

“Oh, you know. Same ol, same ol’,’ he said with a shrug, throwing another bone on the plate. Truth be told, he hadn’t been doing well with the social thing lately either.

No, Carol was not doing particularly well in that department. If she wasn't on assignment for SHIELD, there were other bad guys that needed her attention. But most of the time that didn't really bother her. She was kind of awful with men even when she wasn't a super hero, so at least she had an excuse now.

"Then it sounds like you and I will have to hang out more. And find more friends. Or something. Hey, maybe you can be my wingman," she finished with a laugh. But really, if Clint wanted to be her wingman, she would be okay with that. He could be a good bro, Carol thought, especially since she suspected that he was already happily and romantically matched.

“Your wingman?” Clint repeated. That would certainly be interesting. It wasn’t like he’d never played wingman before, but usually it was to help other guys pick up chicks. He wasn’t even sure how that would work in this case. “I suppose I could give it a shot,” he said, seriously considering it despite her laugh. “I mean, come on. How hard could it be to help you pick up some guy?”

He didn’t believe for one second that Carol didn’t at least attract a lot of attention. Maybe she just wasn’t going to the right places, or maybe when she was alone she put out a definite ‘back off’ vibe to any man who did notice her. Or woman. “Or a woman,” Clint quickly amended when the thought struck him. “Hey, whatever floats your boat.” He held up his hands in a ‘not judging’ gesture.

"Just men, thanks," she replied with another laugh. "Though I appreciate that you wouldn't judge."

Her lack of love life? Probably a good combination from all the things Clint thought. In her defense she was constantly busy with SHIELD so she was usually ripped away from her romantic encounters and dates. And if she was close with the guy, she was terrible at reading when his interactions changed from friendly to romantic.

Their waiter came back to clear out their empty appetizer plates and then replaced them with their burgers. "It shouldn't be too hard. Just convince guys that I'm awesome and that I won't break their arm." With a grin, she picked up her burger and took a bite.

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This whole thread is making me so happy. Thank you for tagging me! :)

I'm glad! It makes me smile. I'm loving their friendship!

Me too!

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