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*Clint's POV*
I smiled softly at my phone. This kid was sweet, also troublesome it seemed. I liked texting with her even if I was somewhat sure she had powers. Another one with powers, but oh nobody cares, Clint cause you can shoot a bow and arrow so you're just fine. I thought to myself in annoyance. However, a smile soon returned to my face as I continued texting the potato girl.
Potato
mister nice guyyy
helloooo
are u still alive?
cuz if ur not I know cpr
stupid autocorrect
I'm still here, kid
What are you saying about autocorrect?
Was that sentence not correct?
it made my I uppercaseee
aghhhh it did it again
That's normal
ik but i hate it
ooh yay it's back to normal
Don't make me laugh, I'm in an important meeting
some important meeting it is if ur texting me
also im not trying to make u laugh
im just being meeeee
Would you rather I stop texting with you?
noooo
don't leave mister nice guy
I was joking, Kid
oh oki good
good
good
good
good
Kid, what are you doing?
...
spamming you
cuz I can
don't block mee
pleaseeee
I won't
I have to admit, I like talking with you
:o
im likable
yay
Yes you are kid
YOU ARE READING
ℙ𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕖𝕤 | Avenger's Wrong Number | ɪɴᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ
Fanfiction"Did you just throw a potato at me?!" In which a fourteen year old with unpredictable powers texts the wrong person. Lyra has always had chaotic powers, leading to disasters left and right. When one disaster leads to a rushed text to a friend, she...