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Amongst The Stars
for @iHaroldStyles
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"Steve are you for real?" Clint groaned.
"Quite," Steve nodded, handing Clint a pedometer. "It's great that Tony treated us with shwarma, but we need to work it off since it wasn't in the diet plans I created for everyone,"
"Please," Clint scoffed. "Donuts, shwarma, and Nutella is what keeps me warm at night," Clint smiles cheekily patting his stomach. "At least I can look down and see my feet! You can't because of your stupid leg muscles bulging out everywhere!"
"That's not how it works! God help you Barton, because there are somethings I just can't do on my own." Steve paused. "This is one of them," He waved his hand over Clint's head.
"I'll star spangle beat the shit out of you and have you on the ground before you can even say Uncle Sam," Clint sneered.
"You do that, you bird,"
"Fuck you,"
"Already been told to, and it didn't work out," Steve shrugs. "50 laps around the park. Have fun!" And with that Steve sped off, beginning his run.
"Diet plans! I'm so strong I can't see my toes! God help you Barton! Have fun!" Clint mocked in a high pitched squeal. "Fuck you. Again,"
"You're still here?" Steve pants as he passes Clint.
"You're still here?" Clint mimicked again, starting to jog slowly. "I make everyone run because it's fun to see them fail! I'm so good at everything I do! I'm the star spangles man with a plan!"
"I don't sound like that!" Steve calls out over his shoulder has he passes Clint again.
"Leave me alone you patriotic asshat!" Clint called out after him. "I don't sound like that!"
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Clint was halfway done with his first lap around Central Park, when he spotted a young girl in a hoodie, laying down on the grass with a small dog on her stomach. From his point of view, she was stunning. Beautiful. He slowed down and stood at the edge of the grass looking at the girl who was staring at the stars. She was talking to the dog, stroking the top of the puppy's head. Clint smiled at the interaction.
"Barton! Get a move on!" He heard Steve yell. Steve was easily 10 yards away, and to him, it looked like Clint was staring out into the city, and not at a girl.
Clint's head snapped towards Steve, then back at the girl, whose eyes were wide. She grasped the puppy in her arms as she began to run.
"W-" He began to call her, telling her to wait, but it was too late. She was already too far.
