Hey, losers, I'm probably out doing something amazing, so leave a message, and I'll try to get back to you. Or just think really loudly at me. I'll hear it. BEEP.
we don't invite telepaths. didn't even invite spider-man for the longest time cause none of us were sure if that spidey sense of his would, you know, let him know when someone was trying to fuck him over.
( (and also he never has money, which is a little rich coming from clint, but—.)
so, yeah, that's a no. )
you can make your own little poker game.
and no, I wouldn't know, but you and I both know there's a chance you're gonna have to do something without your powers at some point in your life. relying on one thing and one thing alone's just setting yourself up for failure, and I don't for a second believe you're not a guy that doesn't like to have some surprises in his back pocket.
( WHY are you like this— )
yeah, well, that's because I'm a divorced man in his thirties. explore away, kiddo, just don't say I didn't warn you.
I had to deal with going blind once. "I'd make you forget how to aim" isn't the threat you think it is.
but for the rest of it: nah. that's really not my style. most every time, there's a better way.
tbh it's not that hard to pull one over on a telepath if you know what you're doing. most stealthy mind-reading is misdirection. don't think about pink elephants, etc. once you figure out what to look for we can't do much more than skim surface thoughts without it being noticeable, and controlling your surface thoughts is just discipline. not that complicated.
uh, excuse you, i can manage perfectly fine without my powers. i've done... stuff. before. hacking, building, cool shit. i'm a little rusty is all! give me a break, there wasn't exactly a ton of normie crap on krakoa.
[No comment on how the fact that Krakoa fell literally proves Clint's point. Quentin's going to just move right along to... whatever shit Barton is rambling about in those last three lines. That's it? He just... doesn't give a fuck? Just says "yeah, go rifle through my brain, turn evil, fuck me up bro" and then sits back all nonchalant with his arbitrary moral rules and misguided optimism like an omega level telepath is the same as some basic bitch street-level psychic? Who does that?
... Well. A guy with no powers, probably. Magnitudes of power don't mean as much when you've got nothing, do they? Maybe for Barton the omega level mutant and the street level enhanced thug are the same. Because ultimately they're all infinitely more powered than he is. It's multiplying by zero.
given my skill set vs the avengers vs avengers level threats... you wanna try telling me something I don't know? there isn't a smart person who does what I do.
strictly speaking, you've gone up against more "avengers level threats" than i have. mostly because you're approximately 110 years old, but still. probably counts for something i guess.
also doesn't she hate when you call her katie?
[Was that?? A compliment???
Look, something about that epiphany deflated some of the piss-and-vinegar attitude Quentin carries around more often than not, and he very much does not intend to dissect why. It'd probably have to do with feeling normal for once or there being an adult in his life who doesn't treat him like he's the world's biggest disappointment or some sentimental bullcrap like that and... no. Nope. Not unpacking that trauma. Not today, maybe not ever, and definitely not because of Clint Barton.]
ugh my humor is wasted on you. i just thought it would be funny if you had a really useless power.
look the point i was trying to make is being a dumbass clearly works for you considering you've miraculously managed to survive to the ripe old status of "divorced man in his thirties" despite all of the numerous obvious reasons you shouldn't. if you want to take that as a compliment be my guest. or don't. i'm not your boss.
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( (and also he never has money, which is a little rich coming from clint, but—.)
so, yeah, that's a no. )
you can make your own little poker game.
and no, I wouldn't know, but you and I both know there's a chance you're gonna have to do something without your powers at some point in your life. relying on one thing and one thing alone's just setting yourself up for failure, and I don't for a second believe you're not a guy that doesn't like to have some surprises in his back pocket.
( WHY are you like this— )
yeah, well, that's because I'm a divorced man in his thirties. explore away, kiddo, just don't say I didn't warn you.
I had to deal with going blind once. "I'd make you forget how to aim" isn't the threat you think it is.
but for the rest of it: nah. that's really not my style. most every time, there's a better way.
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uh, excuse you, i can manage perfectly fine without my powers. i've done... stuff. before. hacking, building, cool shit. i'm a little rusty is all! give me a break, there wasn't exactly a ton of normie crap on krakoa.
[No comment on how the fact that Krakoa fell literally proves Clint's point. Quentin's going to just move right along to... whatever shit Barton is rambling about in those last three lines. That's it? He just... doesn't give a fuck? Just says "yeah, go rifle through my brain, turn evil, fuck me up bro" and then sits back all nonchalant with his arbitrary moral rules and misguided optimism like an omega level telepath is the same as some basic bitch street-level psychic? Who does that?
... Well. A guy with no powers, probably. Magnitudes of power don't mean as much when you've got nothing, do they? Maybe for Barton the omega level mutant and the street level enhanced thug are the same. Because ultimately they're all infinitely more powered than he is. It's multiplying by zero.
Hmm.]
you're a dumbass, barton.
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except katie.
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also doesn't she hate when you call her katie?
[Was that?? A compliment???
Look, something about that epiphany deflated some of the piss-and-vinegar attitude Quentin carries around more often than not, and he very much does not intend to dissect why. It'd probably have to do with feeling normal for once or there being an adult in his life who doesn't treat him like he's the world's biggest disappointment or some sentimental bullcrap like that and... no. Nope. Not unpacking that trauma. Not today, maybe not ever, and definitely not because of Clint Barton.]
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( ignoring the fact that there's every chance, every likelihood that he won't live to old age. probably won't even get to retire.
(would he want to—?) )
yes, she does.
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look the point i was trying to make is being a dumbass clearly works for you considering you've miraculously managed to survive to the ripe old status of "divorced man in his thirties" despite all of the numerous obvious reasons you shouldn't. if you want to take that as a compliment be my guest. or don't. i'm not your boss.
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try being funny next time.
( although 'survive' is completely debatable given he's died a few times — sure, he's been brought back, but. )
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wow you really got me with that one. how will i ever recover.
you know what? compliment rescinded. eat shit and die.