this is not so bad || P. MAXIMOFF

[10. decorating]

i'm aware wanda and pietro are jewish. i'm very sorry this is christmas related.

warnings: corny coincidence. written at like 3am to the killers. i had a moment, okay?

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pulling into the parking space outside shield, clint tugged the handbrake and leant back against the seat.

"what are you doing?" you were ready to get out but he turned to you and insinuated to stay in the car a little longer.

"okay then..." releasing your grip on  the door handle, you let your head fall back onto the leather seat.

during the hiatus in conversation your vision lingered over the frosted windows. the ground outside the car had frosted over slightly. you'd also noticed that some holiday lights had been put up sometime during the week, giving the scene a little more brightness-which shield definitely needed. it wasn't like the building was ugly or anything, it was gorgeous! it was just really fucking dull.

"hey, so..." you whispered, sarcastically leaning over so you were shoulder to shoulder with clint, "what are we doing here."

clint sighed, "decorating." his voice was nonchalant, which really made the situation so much more enthusiastic.

"well, you're excited."

"yeah and you're the least annoying person ever. let's go get this over with." the archer snorted before getting out the car with a low grunt.

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inside the hallways, there were poorly hung tinsel along the covings, which someone just gave up on and left hanging around halfway through.

"a lot of effort put in there." clints words were half cut off by his coffee being mindlessly drifted towards his mouth.

that man could not last a minute without caffeine.

"your sarcasm is really getting us all in the christmas cheer, barton." pietro commented sardonically, causing his sister to kick him under the table they were both situated at.

"ar trebui să fii mai drăguță." wanda hissed quietly, but you managed to hear it.

whereas if clint did, you were unsure. he was prone to turning his hearing aid off at random because he was a stubborn little-

"what are we even doing here anyway." pietro slumped back in his chair.

it seemed like a crime to be looking at him. your dream meant nothing, and you were sure of that. it's not like you could control your dreams. it meant nothing. absolutely nothing.

"stark wants us to decorate the place for him. he says fury is 'too much of a scrooge' to organise any of his team to do it. so that leaves us."

you noticed pietros jaw tighten once he heard the billionaire's name fall from clints lips. wanda seemed to look in another direction. you couldn't say you were too fond of the so called 'genius' either.

"why should we be doing anything for that prick? he's such a fucking-"

"i'm going to stop you there before you get too-" clint was cut off while cutting you off