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Duran trips over nothing and has to struggle to keep from faceplanting in the dirt. “What did you just-”
Hawkeye just grins at him, a spark of playfulness and… Something else in his eyes. Duran swallows thickly.
“What did you just say?” It comes out softer than he meant. A little more hesitant, a lot less accusatory.
“Hm? Oh, nothing.”
Duran frowns, but Hawkeye’s already leaving. “Come on, we can’t let Angela leave us behind.”
Duran watches his retreating back and sighs. He must just be hearing things.
After all, there’s no way Hawkeye would actually call him cute, right?