[ he can't help the small smile that crosses his mouth at those words, thankful his back's turned to the captain. for all the trouble that happened with loki, for everything still weighing on clint, honest belief from a near stranger is nice to hear. he doesn't speak as he scrolls through his playlist for a good song to dance to, letting the silence settle over the gym for the moment. he finds a song he likes and clicks the play button, letting the beginning notes filter through the speakers as he stands straight, takes a breath in as he moves back to the middle of the floor, closing his eyes as he lets his mind drift elsewhere.
hey, even clint barton can get a case of nerves performing in front of someone like captain america. if it were a show of his archery skill it'd be a different story, but this is... this is dancing, something no one's really seen from him before. a private show. it's a bit different.
but he puts it all aside, letting himself focus on the music, his breathing, body beginning to move. it starts with his feet, hitting the floor in rhythm, but soon enough his whole body's going, feet keeping the time as he paces circles, twists and spins, arms and hands accentuating the movements. it all feels as natural as breathing, as hitting his target with perfect accuracy, when he gets into the right state of mind. forgets everything around him and just moves as the music inspires him to.
soon enough the song ends, and clint comes to a stop back in front of steve, letting out a quiet exhale. he opens his eyes, drops his arms and lets a half-smirk appear. ]
Might've looked better with one of those flowing dresses, but I doubt I'm the kind of man to pull that off.
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hey, even clint barton can get a case of nerves performing in front of someone like captain america. if it were a show of his archery skill it'd be a different story, but this is... this is dancing, something no one's really seen from him before. a private show. it's a bit different.
but he puts it all aside, letting himself focus on the music, his breathing, body beginning to move. it starts with his feet, hitting the floor in rhythm, but soon enough his whole body's going, feet keeping the time as he paces circles, twists and spins, arms and hands accentuating the movements. it all feels as natural as breathing, as hitting his target with perfect accuracy, when he gets into the right state of mind. forgets everything around him and just moves as the music inspires him to.
soon enough the song ends, and clint comes to a stop back in front of steve, letting out a quiet exhale. he opens his eyes, drops his arms and lets a half-smirk appear. ]
Might've looked better with one of those flowing dresses, but I doubt I'm the kind of man to pull that off.