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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
Hello, Tall Blonde... (Kara)
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Feb 18, 2013 1:46:12 GMT -5
The events of the night before still took Clint's brain over as he grabbed a caramel frappe from Starbuck's. It had been such a precise, deadly attack that no one could have planned it on their own, or have been executed by chance. The villains had ripped apart the diner, nearly ripped apart the heroes trying to save the civilians, and somehow Clint had gotten away with his life, a simple hero well and good despite his weak human state and lack of superpower. he seemed to have made it out without a scratch, but SHIELD hadn't been so lucky. As of now, the agency was disbanded, gathering strength. Clint was stuck here in Los Angeles with nothing but a pager, his bow and arrows, and some of his clothes and belongings. Sighing, he strolled into an alley and climbed a tall fire escape to the top of a five-story apartment building. There, he sat on the edge, his feet dangling into space, as he sipped his frappe and wondered about what it was like back home. Fury was probably hidden away somewhere safe, spouting orders like mad, trying to get his operatives back in a job and on the road; Gerard was probably wondering where his upstairs neighbor was. Clint hadn't spent enough time there in the last few months. He should have been but he wasn't. And now that he was doing nothing, he felt really guilty that he wasn't back at his loft, listening ti his old landlord blast The Knicks' My Sharona. All he needed was a little company.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2013 3:14:54 GMT -5
Kara was upset; no one would listen to her because she was a child. Deep down Kara knew better, she was older then superman but being that she was frozen in time she was younger and the ways of the planet earth made her upset. She wasn’t allowed to do anything without a parental approval. Kara sighed as she flew through the air. She began to become lost in the thought of what had happen earlier. Being the super blonde she was, she wasn’t paying attention to her flying and splat she had hit something. Sending her and whatever she hit flying. Kara stood up from the building and looked over to see what she had hit. It was a guy, but he didn’t look like the normal guy she would see walking around. Kara walked over and looked at the guy. “I am soo sorry Mr. are you ok? Did I break you?”
Kara began to worry; she had hit many things in her life, a wall, a door, even a bird but never a man on a building. She thought about how odd it was for him to be on the building. “Why are you on a building, don’t you know it’s dangerous with a Supergirl flying about?” Kara giggled and helped the man up. “I’m Supergirl and you are?” like most days Kara was wearing her white shirt uniform which consisted of a white shirt with the s on it, a red cape and her blue mini skirt and her red boots. Her blonde hair was pulled back and her baby blue eyes looked at him with the most strange curiosity.
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Feb 18, 2013 14:33:48 GMT -5
He should have moved the moment he saw the blonde barrelling toward him, but had been a bit too much in disbelief to do so. She had been hovering above the rooftops, obviously lost in thoughts of her own. At first it seemed as if was going to miss him, but somehow she hit Clint, the one person who had the will to sit up here today. There was probably some statistical factor that said how much of a chance they had that this would happen, but he wasn't that inclined to spout facts. The impact sent him backwards, luckily onto the roof and not into open space. The frappe, luckily, had the cap on so nothing spilled onto his clothes except a little bit of coffee that had been in his mouth. He did a somersalt and ended up back on his knees. His head hurt from the impact. Wiping the liquid from his blue jeans and nice, collared black shirt, he looked up just in time to hear a nice, feminine voice ask, "I am soo sorry mister. Are you ok? Did I break you?” "I'm fine. Nothing broken. Are you alright?" Clint met her baby blue eyes with his. "It's not your fault; I'm the one that should have moved."
At least she was nice enough to help him up. Once again, to his chagrin, he found himself to probably be a good half foot shorter than this woman. “Why are you on a building, don’t you know it’s dangerous with a Supergirl flying about?" She chuckled, and Clint couldn't help but smile. "You don't seem so dangerous to me. Just perhaps a bit, lost in space." His statement was so ironic though he didn't realize it. She introduced herself as Supergirl, and Clint couldn't help but think of the SHIELD files on the whole Superman clan. It made him homesick a little more. "I'm Clinton Barton. You can call me Clint, though." he stuck a hand out for her to shake.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2013 16:53:45 GMT -5
Kara was glad he was ok. She smiled at the man whose name was Clint. It was a new name and one she hadn’t heard before. Kara shook his hand lightly so she wouldn’t break his bones, this hand shaking she had learned a week ago, it was some type of strange greeting Kara didn’t understand, she would rather hug. Kara could tell there was something that he was sad about. “So why are you on the roof, not Meany people like sitting up so high?” Clint amused Kara’s will to learn. She began to float around him taking in his look and the way he acted. She wondered about where he was from and why he was on a roof. Out of all the places on earth this man named Clint was on this roof. There must be some reason he was on the roof. Maybe he had a bad break up with his girlfriend and didn’t have anywhere to go, or maybe he was a secret assassin stalking the next building, whatever the purpose, Kara wanted to know why. Kara sat in the air looked at her hopefully new friend. “It’s ok, I don’t bite. You can tell me why you were on the roof.” Kara was always the type to care about others. And seeing as her new friend needed a friend she was there to be a friend. The young blonde pulled out her handy dandy gummy bag and offered clit one. “want a gummy their good.”
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Feb 23, 2013 18:28:10 GMT -5
She scanned him, analyzing, searching for answers to her pressing questions. Clint found himself clenching up as he felt her do so. He guarded himself carefully; even though SHIELD was no longer official as of now, he was still a government agent, and that meant that he was better off keeping his true intentions and feelings secret. He may still call himself Clinton Barton, but no way in heck he was going to introduce himself as Hawkeye. He studied her, too, as she made her way around him. She seemed frail at first sight, but upon closer inspection it became clear that she was as strong as heck. Instantly it was made up in his head that he better not cross her. Sure, the sharpshooter's arrows could probably get her off his back, but this was going to be a better friend than enemy at this point. “It’s ok, I don’t bite. You can tell me why you were on the roof.” "Oh, it was just a warm day, and I wanted to be up here. It's quiet, and I like heights." That was a lie, actually, heights were among one of his worst fears. But he had for the most part gotten over that some time ago. It was part of the job description, SHIELD agent, must be able to snipe from tall places. So, when he had affiliated with the semi-secret government organization, the first thing on his to-do-list was to get rid of his habitual fear of heights. He was calm around it now, but still, if it got too extreme, or if he was forced to look down for too long, he would start to have a panic attack. "Sure. Thanks." He accepted the gummy gratefully, and popped it in his mouth, moving it around, letting it dissolve.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2013 20:48:42 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width:400; height:175; padding-top:325px; background:url(http://i1342.photobucket.com/albums/o761/maddgirl78/289d9337-039f-431f-932e-3deddc421568_zpscf4a81e6.jpg); border-radius:20px][style=width:380; height:150; background-color:xxxxxx;color:#000000; opacity:.50; padding-left:10px; padding-right:10px; ADD:FONT-SPECIFICS HERE; overflow:auto]Kara looked at the multi colored candies and smiled. “So there’s something strange about you? You seem kind of tense like quake was when I first met her, do you work with her, it seems like you would seeing that you are all tense, she works with um what was that place called…hmm um something with an S but I guess that’s not important.” Kara knew there was something he was hiding but she wasn’t going to pry it, she wasn’t that force full type. “I didn’t break your coffee did I? I saw you were drinking some when I was flying. Do you like flying?” Kara loved taking people flying. It was nice hobby of hers, she enjoyed taking people who never went flying before, pulse it was a different thing to fly with Kara then flying on a plane.
Kara watched as Clint took his time to think about each question and she noticed how beautiful his eyes were. They were a beautiful blue like hers. “Your eye balls are soooo pretty.” Kara couldn’t help but tell him. She nommed on her gummies and listened to Clint speak, Kara thought about how she didn’t tell him her real name, was it something that she should do or shouldn’t do, no one ever told her what to do when she met someone. The blonde looked at him “when you’re a superhero do you tell people who you are? Because no one ever told me about it, So I thought that maybe you would know?”
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Mar 11, 2013 20:28:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][style=float:left] [style=width:205px; height:96px; background-color:220077; padding:5px; padding-top:10px; text-align:center; font-family:blairmditc tt; font-size:12px; color:A1A1A1; letter-spacing:2px; line-height:10px; overflow:auto] Tags: Kara/Supergirl :: Madd :: BUDDY! Words: 473 Notes: None other than I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG !!!! [/style][style=width:185px; height:290px; background-color:220077; padding:5px; text-align:justify; font-family:blairmditc tt; font-size:12px; color:A1A1A1; line-height:10px; float:right; overflow:auto][style=width:155px; background-color:A1A1A1; padding:5px; border:10px solid #333333; text-align:center; font-family:blairmditc tt; font-size:15px; color:0C0029; font-style:bold; margin-bottom:5px]Clint "HAWKEYE" Barton Clint, for a moment, was silent. "Daisy Johnson, Quake?" He finally said, quietly. Usually he wouldn't acquiesce this easily, but think about it, this was Supergirl. If she had already met one of the other operatives or perhaps more, there was no use putting on a front for her anymore. And plus, she seemed pretty nice. "SHIELD?" He rolled his shoulders to get rid of the tenseness that he now realized was there. It was pretty hard to, but he relaxed as much as he possibly could. “I didn’t break your coffee did I? I saw you were drinking some when I was flying. Do you like flying?” My, she was the talkative type, wasn't she? Did all Kryptonians tend to talk like this when they were teenagers? Or did Kara perhaps have some Kryptonian form of Asperger's syndrome? Clint glanced back at his coffee, on which the cup had Broken when it hit the tar roof; tan espresso was leaking everywhere. "I don't think you broke the coffee, But at this point it's probably best that I don't lick it up off the roof." At the mention of flying, You'd better clench up, Legolas Ran through his head and he couldn't help but grin. Ah, Tony Stark. Probably just took the Iron Man suit home, knowing the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist. "I don't mind flying. It's not my favorite feeling in the world, but I deal with it when the time comes."
The comment on his eyes was quite unexpected, and Clint glanced up at Kara. "Oh, thanks." After a moment of searching her pupils, he continued cheerfully, "You have pretty eyes, too." He did like her eyes, not as much as Natasha's but still a lot. Not wanting any more attention, he let his gaze drop to his feet. Sure, he may be considered the best shot in the world, but he was modest about it. “when you’re a superhero do you tell people who you are? Because no one ever told me about it, So I thought that maybe you would know?" Again, Clint paused for a moment. "Well, I wouldn't know personally, but I have heard from those I trust that they protect their true identities at all times. Ever since the Loki spiel he didn't really consider himself a true superhero, so he felt that he couldn't answer Kara's question using his own voice. Yet, he found that even in his determination not to he was speaking from experience nonetheless. He, himself, didn't care about people knowing that his real, actual name was Clinton Francis Barton. He would never reveal where he lived to the general public though, or the details of his private life- most notably the status of his and Natasha's relationship. "I don't know though, what they do around people that they trust."[/style][/style][/style] |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2013 23:19:15 GMT -5
[style=color: 969696; font-size: 35px; line-height: 10%; font-family: times new roman; text-shadow: -1px 0 white, 0 1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white] Don’t Leave Me , [style= width: 300px; height: 255px; padding: 15px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify;]Kara liked him, he seemed cool. He was also a bit strange, but who wasn’t. The blonde girl looked down at his spilled broken coffee and glass. She felt bad about breaking his coffee. “I will get you a new one if you like; I could use a break from being all Supergirl anyway.” The young girl hoped he would say yes so she could stop being alone, that was one part of her job she didn’t like, most of the time Kara was alone for her work as a hero, but when the girl was in her street clothes and being herself she had the world.
Kara waited for his answer as she stared at her red shiny boots; they seemed to sparkle in the sun. She couldn’t help but smile at the shininess. They seemed to match her costume perfectly. The blonde girl was thinking about how nice it would to be in her street clothes and not all dolled up to make everyone love her. She looked back up at Clint and smiled. He seemed like a good guy, and she was ok with him knowing who she really was, after all he worked with daisy, so everything would be ok. Kara had just the outfit in mind if he agreed to hang out with her. who knows, the more people you get on your side the more people you have to back you up when you get in a bad fight. Plus Kara loved people, people made Kara feel happy.
[/style] TAG Hawkeye, BRY!!!; OUTFIT HERE; NOTES HERE; ♔ [/style]
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Apr 18, 2013 1:00:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][style=float:left] [style=width:205px; height:96px; background-color:220077; padding:5px; padding-top:10px; text-align:center; font-family:blairmditc tt; font-size:12px; color:A1A1A1; letter-spacing:2px; line-height:10px; overflow:auto] Tags: Kara/Supergirl :: Madd :: BUDDY! Words: 241 Notes: The School year's ALMOST OVER 8D (New Guest Color: 8600B3) [/style][style=width:185px; height:290px; background-color:220077; padding:5px; text-align:justify; font-family:blairmditc tt; font-size:12px; color:A1A1A1; line-height:10px; float:right; overflow:auto][style=width:155px; background-color:A1A1A1; padding:5px; border:10px solid #333333; text-align:center; font-family:blairmditc tt; font-size:15px; color:0C0029; font-style:bold; margin-bottom:5px]Clint "HAWKEYE" Barton Clint considered saying no for a few seconds. Firstly, he was the practically-millionaire here, having earned and scrounged the government's pay for the ten years he had worked for SHIELD. Secondly, he was the gentleman here. And third, he was starting to like Kara, like a friend. Soon he scrapped the thought of not going, though. The look in Kara's eyes said 'I'll cry if you say no.'. "Mmkay. I'll let you treat me this time. But after this It's always me that pays." Clint nodded. Back to Starbucks it was, then. If she absolutely insisted on paying, then he'd have to find a way to sneak it back to her later. Perhaps he'd follow her home and and memorize the address, and soon enough she'd find an arrow pinning money to the door. That would be too much of a "Creeper Status: updated" method though. Walking over to the spilling Java, Clinton picked the cup up and with a careless toss, chucked it over the edge of the building, watching it hit the wall on the other side ad break into a million pieces. "There. At least it won't take as much time to evaporate now." Then he made his way toward the fire escape. "I may be a little late... After all, I can't fly, like you." Starting down, he took three stairs at a time. He may be short legged, but that didn't mean that he wasn't fast.[/style][/style][/style] |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2013 14:44:04 GMT -5
[style=color: 969696; font-size: 35px; line-height: 10%; font-family: times new roman; text-shadow: -1px 0 white, 0 1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white] Don’t Leave Me , [style= width: 300px; height: 255px; padding: 15px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify;]Kara smiled. “The coffee shop down the block from here, and I’m sure you won’t be late, I have to go back to my apartment, and it’s across the country. But in case just look for the tall blonde” With that said the young blonde lifted her fist in the air and took off in to the sky. Making her way back to her apartment in new York, Kara flew throught the open window unseen, well Jamie saw her but Jamie saw everything Supergirl did after all Jamie was a Superpuppy. Kara stepped on the ground and made her way in to her room. she was looking for something to wear on this meeting of a fellow person. Finaly finding an outfit kara changed in to a white tank top and jeans with her white and pink sneakers. Patting Jamie on the head she looked around at her now empty apartment. “Jamie we need to fix this place up or move. But we will discuss this later.” With that the young blonde walked out of the apartment and locked the door. She made her way down the streets of New York. Ducking behind a building where no one could see the young girl, Kara zoomed off back in to the air flying back to the cafe’ where she was going to meet up with Clint. Soon the young blonde was behind the building, making her way back to the front on foot. Sitting at a table outside Kara waited for the nice man to return. She was sure he would know who she was; after all she was blonde and tall. Well minus an inch from the last time he saw her due to she was in her sneakers and not her high heeled boots. [/style] TAG HERE; OUTFIT HERE; NOTES HERE; ♔ [/style]
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Apr 22, 2013 21:11:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][style=float:left] [style=width:165px; height:126px; background-color:220077; padding:5px; padding-top:10px; text-align:center; font-family:blairmditc tt; font-size:12px; color:A1A1A1; letter-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; overflow:auto; margin-top:5px] Tags: Kara/Supergirl :: Madd :: BUDDY! Words: 328 Notes: (New Guest Color: 8600B3) [/style][style=width:225px; height:290px; background-color:220077; padding:5px; text-align:justify; font-family:blairmditc tt; font-size:12px; color:A1A1A1; letter-spacing:-1px; float:right; overflow:auto][style=width:185px; background-color:A1A1A1; padding:5px; border:10px solid #333333; text-align:center; font-family:blairmditc tt; font-size:15px; color:0C0029; font-style:bold; letter-spacing:0px; margin-bottom:5px]Clint "HAWKEYE" Barton He watched her fly off, and hopped the banister to the last set of stairs, bending his legs to absorb the shock as he hit the ground. He winced a little as a bad leg acted up, but the pain went away in a couple of seconds. ”Remind yourself not to do that anymore.” He muttered. Then he headed toward the opposite end of the alley. When he had mentioned earlier that he was stuck here with mostly nothing he had been partially lying. Other than the clothes on his back, his arrows and bow, and his pager, his Ducati Superbike was here. It had been hidden from view behind a dumpster. Now he went to it and dragged it out, pulling the keys from out of his pocket and hopping on. He could leave it here and walk to the coffee shop, but he knew that he would be afraid that someone would steal it. With his job gone, and being this far from home, he was paranoid about everything. Revving it up, he burst out of the alley and made a sharp right turn. Though the ride would be fast, he probably wouldn't beat Kara there. She could fly at the speed of sound- and though she had to go back to New York, it would be no problem for someone that could go that fast.
A couple minutes later, he brought the motorcycle to the curb, and sure enough, immediately spotted the blonde, who was just sitting down at a table. ”I was pretty much right. Couldn’t beat you here even with my fastest ride. No one can beat the speeds at which I’ve heard that you and Superman can fly...” He said as he came up. Smiling at her and leaning on the table, palms face down, Clint took a deep breath. ”Whenever you’re ready to go get the coffee. I know you just sat down, so take your time.”[/style][/style][/style] |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2013 21:11:33 GMT -5
[style=color: 969696; font-size: 35px; line-height: 10%; font-family: times new roman; text-shadow: -1px 0 white, 0 1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white] Don’t Leave Me , [style= width: 300px; height: 255px; padding: 15px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify;]Kara smiled and stood from the table, and smiled at him. She felt way better being in her street clothes. The young girl led him in to the shop and smiled at the lady behind the counter, she wasn’t sure what she was going to get but coffee was not her thing, so she was going to get something cooler. Looking over the menu, Kara thought about having a strawberry kiwi smoothie. Even if the girl didn’t know what a smoothie was strawberries were her all time fav fruit and kiwi’s were her second. But then there was also hot chocolate, and Kara liked the kind Eve made. This was a hard choice, but the smoothie did taste better with her candies. “I’ll take a Strawberry Kiwi smoothie please.” The lady smiled and put the order in, then the lady looked at Clint to take his order.
Kara smiled and paid for the drinks and stood by the counter for the waiting of the drinks to be made. She was excited about having more friends. “My names Kara, Kara Kent.” The young blonde was glad to have yet another person who knew both of her identities so she didn’t have to hide her powers around Clint. There was so much about him she was curious about, taking her drink once it was set down the young girl looked at him. “what do we do next?” Kara took a drink and her eyes widen, the drink was amazing and it made her taste buds feel like they were in haven.
[/style] TAG HERE; OUTFIT HERE; NOTES HERE; ♔ [/style]
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Apr 30, 2013 22:39:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][style=float:left] [style=width:165px; height:126px; background-color:220077; padding:5px; padding-top:10px; text-align:center; font-family:blairmditc tt; font-size:12px; color:A1A1A1; letter-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; overflow:auto; margin-top:5px] Tags: Kara/Supergirl :: Madd :: BUDDY! Words: 338 Notes: (New Guest Color: 8600B3) [/style][style=width:225px; height:290px; background-color:220077; padding:5px; text-align:justify; font-family:blairmditc tt; font-size:12px; color:A1A1A1; letter-spacing:-1px; float:right; overflow:auto][style=width:185px; background-color:A1A1A1; padding:5px; border:10px solid #333333; text-align:center; font-family:blairmditc tt; font-size:15px; color:0C0029; font-style:bold; letter-spacing:0px; margin-bottom:5px]Clint "HAWKEYE" Barton Following her in, he glanced over the menu quickly. Before he had been yearning for something hot, but now he was looking at the cold drinks with lust. Kara ordered the Strawberry Kiwi Smoothie, which made Clint nod slightly in interested approval. He would have expected her to get some hot coffee drink from the way she was looking at his spilled stuff earlier. He was just a little glad though that she didn't get java, a hyper Supergirl would be perhaps a little hard to handle. Clint could imagine her flying above the city with him in her grasp, and getting motionsick from how fast they were going (he had to fight down a bit of acid that leached into his stomach at that thought). On the other hand, she could have ADHD though and the coffee would put her right to sleep... eh, that would be a challenge to handle, too. He seriously doubted that he could carry her, and it would look so odd, a five-foot eight, forty-something man carrying a blonde that was about half a foot taller than himself and no older than twenty. Some might call the Police to report a case of kidnapping. He suddenly noticed that he was being waited on, and snapped back to attention. "I'll have a caramel pecan frappe, please." Another nod, this time to the barista.
"Kara. Nice to meet ya. I'm still Clint Barton." as he turned to her and stuck a hand out to shake, his famous lopsided grin appeared. "Most of the papers and the SHIELD files know me as Hawkeye, though." It was always good to get to know a fellow hero personally. It formed friendships and comraderie bonds, for future times when one needed all the help they could get, or when one was trapped in a hard spot and their abilities weren't enough. Sipping his Drink, Clint relished the sweet syrupy caramel and was dying in anticipation of the pecans the barista had sprinkled on top of the whipped cream.[/style][/style][/style] |
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2013 18:40:08 GMT -5
[style=color: 969696; font-size: 35px; line-height: 10%; font-family: times new roman; text-shadow: -1px 0 white, 0 1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white] Don’t Leave Me , [style= width: 300px; height: 255px; padding: 15px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify;]Kara looked at him and smiled, Hawkeye. That was his superhero name, right? She couldn’t help but wonder about where he got it, but she wasn’t sure if asking him about it was ok. So here was the next question for him. “Oooo that’s a nice name, how did you get it? Is it like a nickname or a hero name?” She was just as bubbly as she always was. She wondered about how she got her name. Supergirl, here she kind of just got stuck with it. Being she was the female superman Supergirl seemed to fit and that’s what everyone called her so that’s who she was. She listened to Clint talk and she sipped on her smoothie. It was good, the fruity taste made her smile and their was nothing better then a smile from Kara. Her smile always seemed to make everyone around her smile. She was just that contiguous. Soon a song came on to the radio and it played softly. But the young kryptonian could hear the music as if it was on normal. “I like this song, it’s a good song.”
Kara began to hum along to the song. It was one about a girl who was trying to save the world with her magic piano. That song made Kara smile every time she heard it. It was by a girl name Kyrstal Harris. Soon Kara could hear the yelling out side of two people, she couldn’t concentrate on what they were saying due to the fact she was listening to Clint and the music.
[/style] TAG BRY; OUTFIT HERE; NOTES THE SONG IS I'M SUPERGIRL! xD; ♔ [/style]
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on May 13, 2013 1:14:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][style=float:left] [style=width:165px; height:126px; background-color:220077; padding:5px; padding-top:10px; text-align:center; font-family:blairmditc tt; font-size:12px; color:DDDDDD; letter-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; overflow:auto; margin-top:5px] Tags: Kara/Supergirl :: Madd :: BUDDY! Words: 413 Notes: N/A~ [/style][style=width:225px; height:290px; background-color:220077; padding:5px; text-align:justify; font-family:blairmditc tt; font-size:12px; color:DDDDDD; letter-spacing:-1px; float:right; overflow:auto][style=width:185px; background-color:A1A1A1; padding:5px; border:10px solid #333333; text-align:center; font-family:blairmditc tt; font-size:15px; color:0C0029; font-style:bold; letter-spacing:0px; margin-bottom:5px]Clint "HAWKEYE" Barton Just like him, Kara turned out to be a better listener than what she appeared to be at first. Actually to put it better than that, she became concentratingly distracted by the voice of the person who was talking. Clint knew only one other person that seemed to be that way, and that was a girl he had known at the orphanage. Looking back on it now, he was pretty sure that she had Aspbergers'. Boy, could she talk your ear off! However, when you talked, she listened so intently you wondered sometimes if she was awake or asleep. Whatever happened to all of the childhood friends in the oprhanage? He wondered sometimes, it would be interesting to know what they all grew up to be.
“Oooo that’s a nice name, how did you get it? Is it like a nickname or a hero name?” "Thanks. I like it too. Obviously I do or I wouldn't run around calling myself that." He grinned. Well, he probably actually would still be Hawkeye even if he didn't like it, but he genuinely did, so oh well. "I got it because of my sharp eyes and my skill with a bow and a gun. I'm one of the best sharpshots in the world, I am told." His mind did a bit of a scatterbrained tangent when he though of the one from the other world that was supposed to be able to outmatch him- Green Arrow. Perhaps Kara knew him. Clint made a mental note to ask later. "Superhero name or Nickname? Well, kinda both. I am part of the team The Avengers, and am widely considered a superhero. I do go by Hawkeye with them. But, I have no powers, so wether I can be a superhero is up to one's definition."
Paying attention to a bit of the song, Clint bopped along. "Pretty cool." he finally quipped. He had never heard it before, so this was the first time. It had a good beat, though he didn't really like the style, and had a catchy melodic line. "So, I know that all you Supers are from Krypton in one way or another; That's pretty much general knowledge. But how did you get to Earth? Reading through SHIELD files, I learned that Superman was supposed to have been the primary survivor of the planet's destruction. How did you survive too? What's your Kryptonian name?" he took the initiative to ask some questions of his own.[/style][/style][/style] |
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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