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_{Skye’s shows for the week were over. They weren’t nearly as popular as The Incredible Hawkeye, and therefore only ran about once or twice in a given town. She didn’t mind too much, nine times out of ten the only people who really came to the gymnastics shows were men looking for entertainment cheaper than a strip club. Of course, that hadn’t meant there wasn’t work to be done. She’d helped some of the hands care for the animals and took a few shifts managing games, if only for something to do. And if she picked a few pockets in between each job, well then that was that.} 

_{Still, she managed to pause just long enough to watch Clint perform through a crack in the tent. It didn’t matter how many times she saw him do it, it still took her breath like the first time he’d shown her. How anyone could be simultaneously so intense and nonchalant at the same time was beyond her, and more often than not, she watched him in lieu of the arrow. She knew it’d hit its mark, it always did.} 

_{As the people started to disperse and the mask came off, a smile broke her face. That was the last one of the night, she knew, which meant the rest of the night was theirs. As he started for the cotton candy booth, she slipped between the tents to their meeting spot, sitting up on the bed of one of the trucks used to move the equipment.} 

_{She heard her name before she saw him, and, if possible, her grin grew wider. True, their life wasn’t perfect, but they got nights like tonight, where it was really just them, and really, she couldn’t imagine anything better. So what if they were all each other had? They were all they needed.}

_{“You did good out there Hawkeye,” She greeted him with a laugh, reaching for a cotton candy and scooting over to make room, “But I think a few of the kids were a little disappointed you didn’t shoot the guy.”}

Clint reached the truck, seeing Skye sitting on top of it, the sun setting behind her. He smiled, his eyes never leaving hers as he climbed onto the bed of the truck, plopping down beside her and handing her the treat before pulling a piece of blue fluffy cotton candy off of his own and put it in his mouth, smiling as it dissolved.

“ Why thank you. ” He smirked, turning to toward Skye with a shrug. “ You know, sometimes you just disappoint kids. Can’t help it. We’re not that kind of circus. ” They apparently had to draw the line somewhere. The could steal and cheat people out of money as much as they wanted, but killing someone in front of other people? No of course not. “ When’s your next show? ” He asked, bringing his gaze up for a moment.

Clint leaned back, looking up at the sky as the pink, blue and purple colors filled it, slowly darkening as the sun fell. He looked to his Skye, and he slowly reached over with his free hand to grab hers, gentle as he grabbed it and looked back up.

Sometimes they didn’t really need words. Sometimes just eating cotton candy and holding hands was enough for them around here. And he liked it. He really, really liked it.

Everything with Skye felt like the closest thing to normalcy he’d ever have in his life. And runaway carnies wasn’t normal.

He could hear a muffled call of his name and he rose his eyebrow, but shrugged, figuring it could wait. If anything, someone wanted him to clean his own damn stuff up. instead he focused on Skye and their cotton candy. “ What do you want to do tonight? ”