<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://thesubclubbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/pic-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Clint Barton<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>(20:03 pm), April 19th 2017<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Josie's Bar, Hells Kitchen,  New York City<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Blue jeans, black shirt, black leather jacket<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Janet<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Elektra<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Clint’s smile broadened a little when he felt the lovely sun-kissed lady bury her face into his neck. He kept an arm about her waist while she got comfortable. She would find his neck to be clean-shaven and smelling of aftershave. It wasn’t like his off-the-job texture--prickly with stubble and neglect. Her interrogation made his muscles clench a little with not exactly disgust at her suspicions, but  a similar emotion. No matter how hot the assassin was her dirty deeds…could he really think that? He had been friends with Widow after all.<br/><br/>“I can assure you that we aren’t dating. She had dirt on Doom and Viper. I couldn’t say no,” he explained. He turned to slightly sit against the window. The vehicle hadn’t at all been his, and he decided that he was going to believe that Elektra was honest and didn’t steal it or acquire it through some sort of dishonest act.<br/><br/>Clint gazed at the restaurant wall, and if Janet had retracted from his neck, he would meet her eyes and ask, "How have you been doin'?"