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Hawkeye was in the gym, doing weights in order to distract himself from how much he missed his wife Bobbi, also known as Mockingbird who was on some secret SHIELD mission he wasn't cleared to know the details of. It wasn't really working, though. And he
decided to throw in the towel.
He got up from the bench...and his eyes bugged out. Leaning against the wall, cool as you pleased were Ms. Marvel and Spider-Woman naked as the day they were born, and appearing not in the least ashamed of it.
Parts of his brain wanted to look away. Parts of his brain instead he keep staring. And other parts insisted that he was seeing things. He blinked several times. Nope, they were still there.
"Uh, Carol? Jessica? Why are...uhm," he paused trying to think of what to say. Carol graciously saved him the trouble.
"I'm naked because some alien god guy took away my sexual inhibitions and is forcing me, and pretty much every other blonde chick with superpowers, to try to be as slutty as possible. Jessica's naked because she's helping me. Would you mind helping me also?"
Hawkeye was horrified. "My god! Are you alright?"
Carol shrugged, which made her impressive bounce around in a rather intriguing way. "I'm actually strangely okay with it. So, how about you get naked yourself, and slip your arrow in my quiver?"
"Wow," was all Hawkeye could say. "Uhm, I'd love to. Really I would. But I'm married, remember?"
And at that point his commlink chimed. He picked it up and was astonished to find that his was Bobbi.
"Clint, baby," she said. "I'm not sure how to say this, but some cosmic pervert is..."
Hawkeye interrupted. "Forcing you to be a slut, right?"
There was a pause. "How did you know?"
"There's a naked Ms. Marvel here demanding I sleep with her."
Another pause. "Oh, god...that's so hot! Quick, put the comm on speaker and fuck her silly!"
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