Suit up (Literally!) It's a Birthday Bash! (For Verity and Clint)

[smartass_captain]

Guess who's back in the Nexus. Well, mostly back in the Nexus. Jim is standing outside his world's door and calling Verity's phone.

What? Genius level repeat offender remember? He bought a phone in the Nexus and got her Number from Clint's phone a while ago.

It's the morning of October first. The Nexus' resident lie detector is getting a call from an unknown Nexus number. Does he have to leave a voice mail message?

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[aw_hawkguy]

No more for Jim? Mousse time!

"Yebeg what?"

[smartass_captain]

"Lamb stew." Jim replies absently, having set his coffee down to drink in the scenery above them instead.

He's pretty sure anyway.

Aww, Verity he and Clint both ate so much of those pastries Katsuya made the one time. They had headaches and tummy aches from all the sugar after. it was so worth it. Jim will do baked goods! Just not candy.

"What about you, Clint?"

[brave_heart_verity]

"Lamb stew," she confirms, giving Jim a curious look. "I wouldn't have expected Ethiopian to be popular in Iowa."

She doesn't want to encourage them making themselves sick, either. Maybe she'll have to look into some healthier options for them. Don't worry, it'll still be delicious.

Yes, Clint, Verity needs to know! What foods do you like best so she can properly spoil you both?

[aw_hawkguy]

"Huh. Gotta try that sometime," he muses. "I'm pretty easy to please, though. Barbecued anything'll do it for me. A rack o' short ribs, goin' slow over woodchips, molasses in the sauce, turns your hands and face into a big, sticky mess. Aw, yeah."

[smartass_captain]

"Learned about it from Uhura. She likes to try all kinds of things when we go out, keeps nagging me to be all cultural and the like. I haven't had it, myself, yet."

Somehow, it's really not at all surprising to know that Clint likes a good barbecue. It makes Jim grin slightly. "Verity likes fancy and comforting, and you like smoky and messy. Who woulda thought."

Jim takes another sip from his mug. Coffee is almost all gone. Sad. But the night is starting to wind down too, so it's for the best.

[brave_heart_verity]

Ah, it would have to be barbeque. Not something she's equipped to make. Sads.

"Well, I'm not real good at making it yet, but maybe Clint can bring us some when I'm feeling homesick. But what's fancy about lamb stew? It's stew." No, she doesn't get it.

Her appetite is definitely winding down. There's a good quarter of her dessert left, but she's sooo full. "Either of you want to finish this for me?"

[aw_hawkguy]

"I will totally bring you lamb stew or barbecue--or lamb stew and barbecue--whenever you want," Clint promises, his mousse now a happy memory. "And hey, the smoky and messy's probably better for me than carny food, which is great."

He lives a high-calorie lifestyle, and Verity's offer prompts him to put out a hand. "I can give it a good home. Unless you want some, Jim?"

[smartass_captain]

Jim is so jealous of Clint right now. He eats like a freight train and he's super buff and Jim has met his future self and knows he will never ever be built like that no matter how hard he tries. Also, pudgy.

"I'm good." Jim lets Clint dig in and finishes off his coffee. "Make sure you invite me over for Stew & 'Que nights."

[brave_heart_verity]

The plate is pushed over to Clint with her blessings.

Don't worry, Jim, some women like a man who's soft and cuddly.

"Yebeg wot and barbeque sounds kind of awesome actually. We need to do this." She'll sip her coffee before adding, "If there are circus waffles for dessert I might never leave."

[aw_hawkguy]

If you worked out as much as Clint, Jim, then you could eat just as much and still be trim, but your crew would probably ask you to stop shooting arrows at the main viewscreen through your entire shift. (The Klingons might like it, though.)

That remaining baked Alaska is about to get annexed by Iowa. "There will totally be circus waffles. Anytime, every time."

[smartass_captain]

He spends a lot of time in the gym. Usually when he can't sleep. Which is usually. Unfortunately, his crew has a problem with him not sleeping and passing out on the bridge.

One time. (Twice, so far). And they never let him live it down.

"What's a circus waffle?"

[brave_heart_verity]

Is it ironic that she's the one in the family who isn't worrying about her figure?

"He's never made you circus waffles? That's a crime. I'll let him explain because they're his thing, but I will say this: they are amazing. It's like magic, I swear."

[aw_hawkguy]

Clint's not worrying about his figure, having the figure he does is just a side effect of constant exercise--really, constant. When Spider-Man complains that you can't seem to sit still, you know there's a problem.

He grins as Verity hands the subject off to him, though. "They're waffles with bacon inside 'em."

[smartass_captain]

That is a problem. Jim's work shift consists of a lot less constant arrow firing and jumping off buildings and more sitting in the captain's chair until things go wrong. Verity doesn't need to worry about her figure because she looks amazing and her trainer is from deeper space than Jim.


"...That sounds like something someone from Pig Farms Everywhere Iowa would come up with." Jim can't help his grin. "I'd try that."

[brave_heart_verity]

Maybe Jim needs to get up and pace more. It'll stop making everyone nervous eventually.

"I'm not even mad you're more excited about his cooking than mine, because those really are good. But don't think you won't be answering your own question, Jim."

[aw_hawkguy]

Even Bones would tell you to be more active, Jim.

"Better: a carny in Pig Farms Everywhere, Iowa, came up with it." He grins, before joining Verity in the questioning look. "Hey, yeah, your turn."

[smartass_captain]

Jim needs to Space Jump and fight Klingons more often. Got it. (No, he doesn't do anything halfway, why do you ask?)

"Me? It's really boring compared to you guys." He gives a tiny chuckle. "Plain cheeseburger and fries. Seriously my favorite food on the planet. Put that and a whiskey coke in front of me and I am all over that. Haven't had one since..." Oh. Beat.

"Since I woke up. Old Spock brought me fast food while I was in the hospital." Jim smiles and he doesn't seem all that troubled. He laughs, suddenly. "Thought Bones was going to lose his mind, a Vulcan helping me break the rules by bringing me junk food. Ha. My Spock about shat a brick too. Good times."

[brave_heart_verity]

He could always come running with Verity. She's working on high-altitude endurance running right now. Fun times.

"Nothing wrong with a classic." Although... "You still have fast food in the future? So disappointing." She is definitely not going to be in on sneaking that shit to him anytime soon. Doesn't mean he won't get burgers, they'll just be better ones. "So, burgers and barbeque. I will keep that in mind."

[aw_hawkguy]

Clint nods appreciatively at Jim's preference, grinning. "We're gonna hafta get a grill--or build one."

[smartass_captain]

He really should get introduced and then slapped/punched/shot by Samus one of these days. And then join Verity for her workouts. He'd like the activity. Not the beatings. Those are a necessary lesson in opening his mouth around the bounty hunter carelessly.

"Course we do. Replicators were originally made for convenience food. Tailoring them to dietary needs came later. The ones on the ship are so nutritionally calibrated they have to go through like six checks before we can reprogram one for treats--like Christmas cookies or the like."

Clint gets a raised eyebrow.

"When you say build a grill, do you mean like a grill or like a robot you beat up and is roasting in a pit giving off so much heat it'd be a waste not to use it."

[brave_heart_verity]

Verity will arrange this. If it makes him feel better, she'll get knocked around just as much, although for friendlier reasons.

"At least it won't be hard to impress you with my cooking." Not that that would have been difficult in the first place. "They really don't even want to let you have Christmas cookies?"

Don't make her laugh when she's drinking coffee, hot coffee up the nose is no fun.

[aw_hawkguy]

Clint laughs. "Man, you never wanna grill over a busted robot. Knowing my luck, Ultron'd find some way to hack the burgers and turn 'em into mind-control cyber-food, or somethin'."

[smartass_captain]

"He can do that?" That's not cool. The burgers are already Skrulls he doesn't want to have to worry about eating robots too.

"What is wrong with your world, seriously."

[brave_heart_verity]

"Clint." He's getting a sharp-toed kick under the table and one hell of a disappointed-sister glare.

"No, Jim, it's okay. It's okay, I'd be able to tell. Remember? We wouldn't let anything like that happen to you." In other words: yes, he could probably do that.

[aw_hawkguy]

"Ow!" Clint exclaims, cringing under that glare. "That's why I said we don't."