Love is my legs, and you are my love, so you are my legs my love!

[cazamitad]

Who: Aña Corazon, Clint Barton, Billy Kaplan, Claire Belacqua, and assorted friends. (and assassins)
Where: Various places in LA
When: Throughout the musical plot
What: Due to RL shenanigans, the mun has opted to make a catch-all post for either summaries or threading of any planned musical plot interactions.
Warnings: ...lots of ridiculous romantic singing?

[If we have planned an interaction, you may ask me for a starter or post one yourself. If you'd like to run into someone, feel free to ask.]

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[teamsad]

Jess drops her pen on the desk almost immediately, stares for a moment at the form in front of her (only mostly filled out), and then pushes herself back from the desk with a sigh.

"Yes. I swear if one of these kids starts singing I am going to kill them with a paperclip."

Could she actually do that? Probably not. Would she try? Maybe best not to test her.

[makethatwork]

"Better not think too hard about it, you might burst into song yourself," Clint says with a shit-eating grin. It's hard, not to think about things that might fill him with the urge to sing especially when they're standing right in front of him, but he's managed to avoid it so far.

Hopefully he can keep that up.

"Get any interesting stories to make tedious and boring?"

[teamsad]

"I won't," she says flatly. If she just refuses to let it happen, it won't. She has her dignity... and not that great a singing voice, so it's probably best for everyone if she doesn't start.

She leads the way to the door, walking quickly so no one can grab them and ask them to do just one more thing before they leave.

"And... no, not really. I have learned that many of the residents of LA have truly awful taste in music, but I can't say I'm surprised."

[makethatwork]

"I had a kid who sang about how she'd rather give birth to a pterodactyl than take her math test," Clint offers. "It was a very Bikini Kill number, apparently."

Now is not the time to be thinking of doing anything rash or emotional, which is of course why the thought of asking her out on a... not-quite-date crosses his mind. And he's fully prepared to just open his mouth and just ask if she wants to grab a couple of beers when...

A quiet little guitar intro plays. It's impossible to really properly react to it the way part of his head is, it just turns into singing and it's totally normal. Somehow. Wow, so that's how this feels.

"We work late and I pretend that I don't notice when you're next to me,
But I do.
I might be mistaken, but I sometimes get the feeling that you notice too.
And I know this place that's near here;
Quiet, dark and small.
When we're finished here I think that I may want a beer, how about you?
It'd be nice to go out drinking with you."

He's going to be so mortified when this finishes up.

[teamsad]

Jess stops dead, her hand on the door, as the music starts. God, she'd heard there was actual freaking background music, but she hadn't actually believed it until now, and she turns back toward Clint with a half-panicked expression. They need to leave. They need-

Oh God. He's singing. And he's singing at her.

She flushes bright red, glancing quickly around to check if anyone else is hearing this - and it doesn't seem like they are, all of the other agents going about their business as if nothing is happening - before she looks back to Clint.

"Yeah," she mutters under her breath, thankfully not caught up in the song the way Clint seems to be. "That sounds like a good idea."

Alcohol doesn't affect her, but this is one of those days where she really wishes it would.

[makethatwork]

It's weird how they suddenly seem to be walking down the street, almost immediately after she says that. They can't have ACTUALLY teleported, but it feels like they have, not that Clint's really in a position to notice that yet.

He has another verse to sing, in his slightly rough but not actually that bad voice, hands shoved in his pockets.

"You would think that we've danced around each other long enough to know
Where to stand.
And my heart stops in a panic when I think how it would feel to finally hold your hand.
So we wait for this to happen,
Or make it happen now.
Either way I think that we should start off with a drink, maybe two;
It'd be nice to go out drinking with you."

[teamsad]

Jess feels, distantly, like she should maybe be doing something to stop this. Find a way to interrupt him or shake him out of it or... Instead, she keeps flushing, sneaking glances at him out of the corner of her eye and trying to hide her grins like a teenager who's never been on a date before.

Which... from a certain perspective, maybe, she kind of is. Please no one point that out to Clint. Ever.

A block behind them, maybe a little more, a red-headed woman casually falls in behind them, following their path. A few stray chords slip in under the background noise of Clint's song, a second song not quite at odds with Clint's but no part of it either.