( #002 ) FAKE MARRIED AU

[chatona]

the 'fake married' meme

be it for a job, in order to get your inheritance or to fool your nosy neighbours, you are pretending to be married. now the question is, do you want it to be real or can you hardly wait for it to be over?

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Clint Barton | Marvel 616

[becauseboomerangs]

[mimidaes]

[ Well, it seems easy enough, considering that they had, at some point in their lives, actually been married. The mannerisms are easy to fall into again, her hand on his shoulder, maybe his on the small of her back. It's blurs the lines between what they are now and what they were not so long ago, and Bobbi tries not to think about that when she and Clint head out to an important West Coast (of course) shindig at the Getty Villa.

It's a celebration for the acquisition of a very important artifact that is said to hold great power. Naturally, security is tight, but Bobbi and Clint are reinforcements, unassuming in their best clothes - Bobbi, in blue of course. She couldn't help herself with their fake names for the evening either, as Fred and Daphne. Pure coincidence, she'll swear up and down.

The party seems to be going well, unassuming, in fact, but she knows better than to relax, eyes slowly scanning the crowd mingling in the open air Roman-inspired court. She holds the champagne glass as if to drink but forgets to do so. ]

[becauseboomerangs]

[Clint isn't sure if having been married to Bobbi makes this whole operation easier or more difficult. A little bit of both, really. It certainly makes it easier to pretend... but then again, he's never been very good at pretending anything.

At least he knows what he should be aiming for, anyways; and he is good at aiming.

Bobbi looks amazing, as always. Blue, red, green, neon pink. Whatever. Fashion has never been Clint's strong suit. Fortunately, he's decided to simply rent a tux in the traditional black and white, and decidedly free of bullet holes.

When it looks as if she's become a bit distracted, Clint taps his own champagne flute against hers, and then raises his eyebrows.] Hey. Dance with me?

[mimidaes]

[ Bobbi likes the undercover stuff. It's fun, pretending to be someone else for a little while. It's different tonight, of course, working alongside her ex-husband and wondering where the boundaries are, if any. He does know how to pull her focus for the better and she smiles when he asks her for a dance. ]

I can do that.

[ She takes another sip before setting her mostly glass on the table. ] You know, it's been a while since I've done this kind of stuff. [ It also reminds her that they, in their haste to actually be married, never had a big ceremony like this, or a first dance in the middle of a ballroom floor. Maybe that wasn't their style before. It doesn't matter now. ]

[becauseboomerangs]

[Clint is wondering something similar, to be honest--about boundaries, and lines that might end up getting blurred. Dancing is innocent enough, though, right? It's just hands on waists and shoulders or wherever. Nowhere inappropriate, he will try so hard not to cross any lines here, okay.]

What kind of stuff? Forging fancy party invitations, or dancing?

[His own champagne is also almost entirely untouched when he sets it down beside her and then offers a hand to lead her onto the dance floor.]

'Cause the last time we crashed a party like this, there was no dancing.