Jordan & Elliot & JD | Scrubs 4x10

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do you hear that ? that sweet , succinct sound of silence that signals NATASHA WAS RIGHT ON THE MONEY. ( i know clint , jessica , carol and bobbi. i'm FORCED to watch this stuff on the regular. ) brows rise , rise , rise and fall as lips curve into a smirk. point : romanova.

❛ you mean that AIRY YELP that the both do. i've LONG noticed it , elliot. ❜ a breathy snort of her own slips out , head shaking a bit. ❛ he fell once and knocked himself out, and i had to lay on the ground with him so no one would question it. ❜

Chuckling some more, Jess twists to glance over her shoulder at Nat. ❝ That's the sound ! Airy yelp, ha ! That's ⸺ ❞ Cue the instantaneous squinty eyes at this new nickname. ❝ I can't believe you just called me that. ❞ Frick. ❝ If I don't hear you calling Clint something like Mary Beth or Betty Lou next time you see him, I'm gonna ⸺⸺ I'm gonna LOSE it. ❞

It's infuriating to know that she isn't helping her case, but can't stop herself from barrelling forward on this COLLISION COURSE Tasha set her on regardless. That's also very Elliot Reid of her.

DOUBLE FRICK.

My Bed Banter & Beyond, 1.15

❛ i've seen enough SCRUBS to reliably say that you two are just ELLIOT and JD with swapped hair colors. like two gremlins attempting to OUT GREMLIN the other one. still waiting for the wedding invitation though. ❜

Jessica opens and closes her mouth several times as she attempts to conjure up some sort of REBUTTAL. She can't. That was an annoyingly accurate comparison. Her nostrils flare as she huffs out them, folding her arms and turning away from Natasha.

After several seconds of silence, Jess starts chuckling to herself. ❝ . . . Ya ever notice how sometimes Clint even sounds likes JD when he falls ? ❞

❛ you , obviously. you made annoying me a sport. so i'm betting on the winning team here. ❜ he gives her the same squinted look back before rolling shoulders into a shrug. plus , its the safest bet. hands manage to end up in pockets ; one coming back out shortly after to tug at own shirt a bit as he stares down at it. ( its a good shirt ---- ) ❛ yeah , but you're always judging me. look , it wasn't the ENTIRE wall. it was some bits by some piping. and barney said they were all out of " regular paint " so we improvised .... yeah , well , my tenants like me at least. ❜ frame now swaying with the bump as a hand yet again rubs at his neck.

CLINT BARTON : HAWKEYE. AVENGER. AGENT. LANDLORD. ( good futzin` grief. )

❛ well that's two votes for pissin` off stark then ... i'm open to suggestions. ❜ she's GIGGLING. he's staring again and she's GIGGLING ( ..... this is good. this is a good thing. we're doing something good for once. ) the staring between duo going on in silent tandem for a lot longer than HE thought it would ever happen again. that cough most likely helping in him saving face from foot entering his mouth moments later.

❛ you're not making me do anything. i'm doin` it out of my own accord. ❜ NOPE. STOPPING HER FROM PAYING. ❛ i'm gonna stop you from paying ... will you let me pay for it. i can pay for it. ❜ scrambling up stairs and back down with hand now fumbling around his wallet. a beat , two ... free hand now reaching for the phone in her hand.

❛ ------ you'renotpayingforitgimmethat. ❜

❝ That's so mean ! ❞ Feigned offense this time, laughing as she says it. ❝ I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult. ❞ You're always judging me. . . After Jess bumps against him, and Clint sways back to her, she leans into the reciprocated touch ⸺⸺ momentarily pushing his statement to the side.

❝ Hm, depends again ⸺⸺ how bad you lookin' to piss Tony off ? Do ya want us to ever have a chance at being on a team with him again ? We could always, I dunno, spray paint a bikini on his Iron Man suit. ❞ In the giggles and subsequent silent gazing that follows, Jessica can't help but mull Clint's comment over in her brain.

You're always judging me.

It surprised her to hear it.

Perhaps she's a tad guarded ⸺⸺ somewhat defensive, rooted partially in how Clint specifically acted after the Skrull Invasion. Didn't trust her, discounted her, ignored her for months. Was one of the last to forgive her for crimes she didn't commit. To some extent, she gets it, can't blame him for the way he felt. But then, there's also partially how when she finally, somehow, managed to win him over ⸺⸺ he thought their relationship was just a bit of messing around.

And even now, worried that after EVERYTHING, something will suddenly waltz in and send all they've rebuilt crashing back down to GROUND ZERO.

So maybe. . . she could see where Clint is coming from ⸺⸺ already primed to judge him and how their conversation might go before the poor guy even opens his mouth.

And that's pretty damn unfair, frankly. What makes it just that much worse is that, especially lately, things have been. . . pretty smooth. PLEASANT. Between them, anyway. The superhero life itself remains as rocky as ever.

Add being too judgemental to the list of reasons she needs to get him that apology pizza.

Speaking of ⸺⸺ that damn circus boy is up and back down the stairs with his wallet before Jess can even process it. She's got the contact open, but didn't have time to hit call, now gripping her phone with both hands for dear life. She might have super strength covered, but she knows how stupidly cunning he can be when he wants. ❝ And they say chivalry is dead. ❞ A snarky quip, but she's got to admit, Clint's insistence that he pay is making her heart FLUTTER a little. . . ❝ Why won't you let me buy you dinner ?!? Let me TREAT YOU to something nice, dammit ! ❞

If there were still any doubts, or Hulks ready to take over lingering in the back of his mind, they're immediately silenced the second his lips meets Jessica's, relaxing against them. And just like that Jessica succeeded where so many others had failed, she had gotten Banner to drop his carefully crafted guard.

Hadn't meant to, but it was be impossible to keep Jessica at arm's length with their foreheads pressed against one another as she tickle his five o'clock shadow. It was a level of intimacy Banner wasn't entirely familiar with, he reciprocates by bringing a hand of his own to her chin as they take their breather. The laugh prompts him to ask.

❝ This better than a sandwich? ❞

Doesn't give Jessica much of a chance to answer before he kisses her again, this time with greater force, pushing the Spider-Woman on her back. Aggressively kissing her on the way down his hands slides all the way up to Jessica's waist, pulling on Jessica's pants, eager to get them off of her.

Oh ⸺⸺ it might simple, but something in the way he takes and holds her chin is so sweet, and so unexpectedly ELECTRIFYING. She can smell a faint, distant cigarette on his breath, especially as he asks his question ⸺⸺ it's addicting in its own right. All she has time for is a soft ❝ heh heh ❞ before his lips are back on her. And she certainly has zero complaints about that.

Jessica responds with equal enthusiasm, a noise of surprised ELATION gasped into his mouth as her back hits floor. Arms fling themselves around Bruce ⸺⸺ one hand threading itself into his hair, the other exploring parts of him that only her eyes had previously been able to touch.

She's so caught up in everything, it takes a couple seconds to realise what Bruce is doing. She's more than happy to help ⸺⸺ arching her back and removing her wandering hand from him to undo the button and zipper of her jeans. There's an odd sensation, an emptiness, to her palm until it's on him once more.

The sound of their kiss is now louder than the hums and buzzing of the particle accelerator, the feeling of Bruce drowns out the rest of the room. Fuck, the rest of the WORLD right now.

Please don't let some cosmic disaster strike, please don't let some cosmic disaster strike ⸺⸺

Jess begins pulling at his shirt, tugging whatever way she can to let him know get this damn thing off. The hand buried within in his locks does something similar, albeit much more GENTLE. For now.

#FIFTHIMPACT. private. selective. medium activity. multi - muse blog assembled by CUDI. featuring HAWKEYE &. BLACK WIDOW. viewer discretion is advised.

girls who say “one more” after you kiss them multiple times are wifey material

❛ it wouldn't surprise me if tasha WAS keeping tally of all your inside betting against me .... DEPENDS. HOW MUCH WE TALKING ? ❜ he doesn't need the money , but it still works wonders as an incentive ; especially when its reliant on HIMSELF. ( .... i might want in on this bet. ) ❛ paint is paint ---- ❜ reiterated as the pot is taken from him , shooting her a look before staring down at his own shirt. LISTEN. everyone else has a " uniform " that's not s.h.i.e.l.d issued. sue him for buying a shirt or three. ❛ ...... okay , a few of them were custom jobs. no one bats an eye when stark does it ---- they're cheap , okay. ❜

a look is shot back at him and he knows it really means. she WANTS to know more about the spray paint but is doing her best , " but i don't really care " act to draw it out of him. how does he know ? ( its our thing. ) ❛ ------- i'm still a LANDLORD , you know. i had to fix something in one of the apartments ... it got worse and i needed to paint the walls. i just ... i got the wrong color at first. and barney futzing ordered TOO MUCH. ❜ tends to happen when you're not the one PAYING for it all.

❛ so now i'm stuck with a mountain of the stuff. might use it on an arrow , or to piss off STARK. haven't decided yet [...] you say that , but you don't know how picky he can be. if it ain't good pizza , HE'LL LET YOU KNOW. ❜ thumb pointing over his shoulder towards on pizza dog ; still half asleep even with barton continously tripping over his toys. FUTZIN` LAZY DOG. ❛ its the BILLS that add flavor , everyone knows that ------ ❜

a beat ; catching himself merely just staring at jess for a bit before shaking his head. he can't help but just STARE. ( she's just ... its jess. ) a small , forced cough breaking the silence. ❛ ------- c`mon , you know me. i trust whatever the hell you end up ordering. i'll pay. i have money. ❜

❝ That also depends ⸺⸺ who d'ya think is gonna annoy you the most ? ❞ Jess squints playfully, first at his face, and then to his shirt as he talks about it. Maybe she'll steal he'll misplace one of those said shirts. Her gaze relaxes and. . . LINGERS on him for several moments too long, blinking herself back brain function. ❝ And I got a personalised motorcycle jacket, I'm not judging ya here. At least, not for the shirts. However, spray painting your tenants' walls instead of using actual paint ?? Tsk ⸺⸺ you really are a landlord. ❞ A teasing bump against Clint's arm with her own.

She laughs, snapping then pointing his direction. ❝ I vote Piss Off Stark ⸺⸺ as long as I can join whatever it is that your brain's cooking up. Actually, you know what ? Even if I can't join in on the fun, do it anyway. ❞ Clint then has her GIGGLING, and totally unaware of his own lingering blues on her. At first, that is ⸺⸺ but the moment her giggles end, Jessica's eyes lock with his, and suddenly the silence is saying too much.

He's just. . . LIP READING. Surely.

His tiny cough almost startles her.

❝ Wait, no ⸺⸺ I offered to order it, I'm not gonna make you pay for something I brought up. ❞ This was meant to be an apology pizza ! She's quick to pull out her phone, the number for a pizza place nearby already saved in the contacts. ❝ Pepperoni it is ⸺⸺ donottryandstopmefrompaying ⸺ ❞

SPIDER-WOMAN ⸺ ham, bacon, melted swiss or cheddar cheese, lettuce, tomato, spicy mayonnaise, and pickled daikon & carrots served on an extra crispy, crusty baguette. [ a menu from the 80's for inspo . ]

❛ that's because you're never around when i say it. he is a brat. but he's like , my brat or something like that. mine some weeks at least. ❜ he glances over at the dog in question ; mouth wide open caught in a half yawn that nearly gets clint to do the exact same. ❛ between you , katie , and lucky ? i dunno who bullies me more. though i'm starting to think you three got a competition going or something. ❜ shoulders rolling into a shrug before he'd lean against the wall. PIZZA MUTT ( good one. )

❛ YEAH , SPRAYPAINT. paint is paint , ain't it ? a few sprays and y`know. bullseye on the hoodie. ❜ he says instinctively reaching for the coffee pot on the stove after pushing himself off the wall and nearly stepping on ANOTHER one of lucky's toys. a swig. nose scrunching up as that cold bitter taste wakes him up a bit.

❛ eugh. cold ---------- well i don't have fabric paint. got a lot of spray paint though. don't ask ----- you hungry too huh ? ❜

❛ pizza ? ❜ A JESS DREW PEACE OFFERING ? ❛ ------------ that'll work. but if you order some weird SQUID or something on it , you're the one that's gonna have to deal with pizza mutt. ❜

❝ Maybe we do. Maybe Tasha is the one that keeps track of all our scores as our impartial umpire. You wanna join in on this month's betting pool ? ❞ Her feet stop swinging, eyebrows raised with an amused scoff. ❝ No, paint is not paint. Or ⸺⸺ y'know what I mean, spray paint is not fabric paint. Y'mean to tell me you didn't DIY those HAWKEYE SHIRTS you have ? Where'd ya get them from ? Did'ja custom order them ? ❞

Eyes never leave Clint as he stumbles over a toy for the second time, giggling at both that and his revulsion to the tepid coffee. Jess hops down from her perch, wordlessly taking the carafe from him, and toward the sink for a rinse. Admittedly, she's rather curious about the HORDE of spray paint, but does her best to seem disinterested as she shoots him a don't-worry-not-gonna glance and shrugs her shoulders.

❝ Ha ! Except you better get ready to get ganged up on ⸺⸺ I don't think your little pizza connoisseur would mind squid considering he's used to far worse toppings. ❞ Loading the coffee maker and flipping it on, Jess looks back to Clint, a coy, small smile growing. ❝ Mm, yum ⸺⸺ pizza topped with rotting banana peels, shreds of the neighbours' bills, and a SURPRISE. ❞

But now, sarcastic mode ? Off. Hands tossed up as a surrender to honesty. ❝ No squid, I promise. Whatever you're in the mood for ⸺⸺ EXTRA LARGE. ❞