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ONE: IT WON'T BE LONG NOW... Well, you made a mistake. You spent too long searching around, or you ran outside near the end of the day for just one more thing, and now you've been locked out. You can search around all you want, but the best shelter you can hope for is pressing against the side of a sealed up building. You do still have your tablet, though. Maybe someone on the network can give you some advice, or at least some comfort while you wait for hypothermia to set in.
TWO: CABIN FEVER Maybe you didn't want that mistake of getting caught outside to happen again, but now you've ended up staying too long in one location, and cabin fever has set in. Maybe you're taking to the network to try and ignore the hallucinations. Maybe you want to tell everyone that you've figured out they're all in on your kidnapping. Maybe you ended up wandering off and now you'd really like to know if anyone can check back in the place you were at for your pants.
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THREE: AN UNEXPECTED MEETING You're going about your business searching what seems like it might be an especially promising house--it's fully intact and there's even a working fireplace with some wood! It looks like someone else has the same idea, though, and you've run into them in the middle of your search. Do you share the potential wealth or try to kick them out? On the other hand, maybe you know who this is, or maybe you're just glad to actually see another person for the first time in ages.
FOUR: GOOD MORGUE-NING You've just woken up in a morgue after dying in one unfortunate way or another. You have no idea where you are beyond that, but your tablet is insisting you can't stay here, so you should probably get out of here pretty quickly. Of course, bringing people back from the dead isn't a perfect science, so you're missing something important to you. Maybe you've lost your voice, maybe you can't remember where you're from, maybe you can't remember where you are right now. It looks like someone else is nearby, though. Maybe they can help you out?
He was really starting to hate winter. No matter what the mission or what the circumstance, there always seemed to be snow and frankly, Clint was tired of it. Why couldn't he get trapped on a tropical island? Was that so much to ask?
Apparently it was because he was trudging through the snow rather than sipping a drink with a little umbrella in it, arms wrapped around himself as he tried to keep as much body heat in as possible. It had been over a week since he ended up in this place, a week of confusion and a bit of panic--now that he'd let it show. He hadn't been able to contact any of his teammates or anyone in SHIELD for that matter and he had no idea if Laura and the kids were alright.
That was the part that bothered him the most.
Glancing up, Clint spotted a cabin not too much further ahead and let out a heavy sigh. Finally. Something that wasn't the empty house he'd been using as a base of operations. It took him about twenty minutes fighting against the snow and wind to get to the cabin, the archer grumbling to himself the entire time before he was finally able to shoulder the door open, easing his way inside before slamming it shut again.
Clint rested his forehead against the door for a moment, taking a deep breath and letting it out, already feeling warmer now that he was out of the harsh elements. His shoulders started to slump some, the archer relaxing--
Only for the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up.
He immediately pushed away from the door and drew his bow off his back, an arrow notched as he glared around the room, keeping his back to the door.
She heard the door slam. She was upstairs at the time, taking inventory of house, when she heard it.
She crept towards the top of the stairs, which led down to the front hallway in front of the front door, when she heard the question and the sound of a cord stretching. She doesn't like the sound.
"I'm unarmed." For a given sense of the word. She had nothing in her hands, but she was hiding a knife in her boot. She stays out of sight for now, wanting to force the mystery man to try to climb the stairs to find her. In the time it would take for him to do that, she could more properly gauge how dangerous he might be.
"That would be a lot more convincing if I could see you."
His gaze settled on the stairs, a slight frown on his lips. He knew this game; he knew what this woman was up to and he wasn't falling for it.
"Look, we clearly both had the same idea. Whatever crap place we started in, we wanted something warmer," Clint called out, keeping his bow drawn even as he tried to offer an olive branch. "I'm willing to share if you are. Unless you really do have a weapon and want to shoot me. Then we might have an issue and no one's here to keep me from doing something rash."
"If I intended to kill you, I would have been a lot more sneaky about it."
Maybe not the most reassuring thing to say, but hey, at least she's honest. She frowns in frustration when he doesn't start climbing the stairs, wondering if he has a gun trained on the top at the moment. It would be easier to deal with if he got into range for her to retaliate if he pointed a gun at her.
"I am more than ready to share, but how do I know you don't intend to kill me the moment I step out into the open?"
Whoever she was, she knew the game and knew how to hold her own. Clint turned that over in his head for a moment before he lowered his bow. He needed a safe place to sleep and this was as good as any so he had to try to make peace.
And it wasn't like he couldn't take her out if need be.
So, with that in mind, he knelt down and slid his bow towards the bottom of the stairs.
"Because now I'm down a weapon. And I'm an Avenger, ma'am. I have no intention of hurting anyone I don't need to."
Kate was in the bathroom, where she'd found some musty old towels and a bar of soap. The water was freezing, but after two days of wandering around this dumpy wasteland, she wasn't going to be picky.
The door slammed as she was in the middle of bundling back into her multiple layers after cleaning up. She froze. Her own bow and quiver were laying on the kitchen table, probably right within Clint's view. So there she was, half naked with the chill starting to set in, wanting to just curl up by the fire she'd started in the fire place. This guy could have been a creep, or he might've been somebody just as out of place as she was feeling. He could even be somebody who might actually be competent and helpful. There was only one way to find out.
"I'm naked in here, so you're gonna have to hold on a sec," she called through the partially closed bathroom door.
He did indeed see the bow and quiver, giving it a curious look. There was something vaguely familiar about it but he didn't have much time to consider it when whoever else was here called out.
"...Well, at least your honest," he called back in a semi-amused tone, hesitating a moment before he lowered his bow a bit.
The archer glanced around again, focusing mainly on the kitchen before taking a few steps towards it.
"Look, I'm not here to be a creep. Just looking for someplace warm. Fair deal?"
Clint will find that, in addition to the naked girl in the bathroom, there was also one other occupant in the cabin. As he stepped toward the kitchen, a dog growled as it emerged from the darkened hall. Its suspicion was short lived, though, because as soon as it saw Clint, the one-eyed mutt relaxed. He trotted over to the archer with his tail wagging and dropped a dead rat at his feet. Look, Clint, Lucky got you a present.
"No point in being dishonest. I could probably kick your ass if you turn out to be a creeper, anyways," Kate remarked conversationally as she pulled on the rest of her clothing. "But yeah, have at it. And don't mind Lucky. He only bites liars and scumbags."
"Confident aren't you?" Clint drawled, eyeing the dog for a moment before he knelt down and held a hand out to Lucky. He's going to ignore the rat because while it was a lovely gift, Lucky, he'll pass.
"Hell of a guard dog then in the right situation." Once he was sure he could, he rubbed the dog's ears with a grin. "He likes me. Maybe I'll steal him to help me sniff out HYDRA."
Sure, the Avengers did a good job of it but never hurt to have more.
His unwitting companion turned out to be a blond man wrapped in a worn brown cloak that settled over his broad shoulders, edging his way slowly around the corner of the hallway that contained the bathroom. A crowbar was held at his side, his hand tightening on it reflexively as he saw the readied bow, though he didn't raise it, instead ducking back behind the corner.
"Lower your weapon. I'm not here to fight anyone."
Clint's eyes narrowed but the other hadn't made a move to lift his own weapon, the archer hesitating only a moment before he at least relaxed his grip on the string.
"You know, you could just be saying that," he pointed out, tapping his thumb absently against the end of the arrow he still had notched. There was another moment before Clint let out a breath, lowering his bow completely. "This your place then?"
"No more than it is anyone else's." Another peek to make sure the bow was lowered, and then the next show of faith was his, as he slid the crowbar between his backpack and his back under his cloak and emerged unarmed from around the corner.
"I'm only staying here for the day. It isn't wise for me to travel too long yet, or I'll be unable to move at all."
The sound of his feet on the floor is a light slap, indicative of a thin sole, and if Clint looks down he'll see he's wearing sandals. He can't be too far from where he woke up, given that...
"What do you mean you'll be unable to move? Are you talking about freezing to death out there because yeah, I was kind of aware of that," Clint said with a half shrug, pulling the arrow off his bow and reaching back to tuck it into the quiver once more.
There was something odd about this guy but he couldn't really place it.
"..You haven't been here long have you?" Then again, he wasn't sure if any of them had been around that long at all. This place had been something of a ghost town when he had arrived at least.
There's a gun pointed right at you Clint, but the man doing the pointing doesn't look well, not by a long shot. He's got open sores, red and dripping pus all across his hands and one closing, healing on his cheek. The pus runs down his chin before he wipes it off and it seems - honestly seems to be healing.
"Put down the...bow and arrow... and don't come any closer and you'll be fine. All right?"
The last two words are cut off by a desperate angry sneeze, "...Trust me on this. Do not step any closer."
Aoi had grabbed him, touched him, kissed him and he felt like death warmed over. Now you see what we're capable of.
Now you see what you truly are.
"Please. I don't want to hurt you. I just-" His hands are scabbing over as he pleads, "I just need to heal."
Clint couldn't help but stare at the man before him, use to some pretty weird things but this guy? This guy was creeping towards the top of the list. His whole body seemed to be an angry open sore and it took all the willpower Clint had not to flinch, frowning instead as he kept the arrow aimed at the man.
"Heal? What happened to you?" he asked, having seen the way that one wound seemed to be healing itself and it made him wonder just what this guy was. Could he be another of Strucker's experiments? The twins had been the last ones they'd heard of but that didn't mean there weren't others out there.
"Look I don't know but unless you have real solid aspirations to win over ugliest SOB on the planet and then die in a blood soaked pus-bag filled haze keep back because I..."
His head burned. His body ached. The same way it always happens. Just let it burn out Vic. Just like you used to. Let it burn out, the aches and pains...
The gun fell from his hands but he kept his eyes on the other man as the skin along his cheek closed leaving a faint red mark. His hands were scarred over already, wounds closing up and healing. His body heaved - and then nothing.
Silence.
He pressed his hands to the floor.
"...There's no bullets in that gun if y'know, you wanna take it. At least I think there aren't." The other man's voice is still thick, "...I'd still keep away from it though. At least...for another twenty four hours unless you've got gloves. You...have gloves?"
Clint hesitates for a moment before lowering his weapon, keeping the arrow notched for now but he was at least more relaxed than he had been.
"Seems to be a common trend around here," he said in an attempt at a lighthearted tone but it was a pretty poor excuse for one honestly. "..You know, I was honestly starting to think I was the only person around this godforsaken place."
Moving through the doorway, Natasha raises her hands at her sides, a pacifying gesture of surrender that, to Clint, isn't unfamiliar. The first time he'd seen it, it was an act, a game of possum to drop his guard. The second time, he'd brought her to SHIELD. Now, it's something of a private joke, evidenced by the smirk on her lips.
"Easy, tiger," she inclines her head towards him, slowly lowering her hands and turning to close the door.
Clint can't help the wave of relief that washes over him, lowering the bow as she turns to close the door.
"You're lucky I didn't shoot first," he drawled, unable to help the way a smile pulled at his lips. After a couple days of thinking he was alone here, seeing a friendly face--especially Nat's--was definitely a relief.
"Four days." Locking the door, she moves to peer out the window beside it, into the snowstorm. For a moment, she doesn't budge, watching, high on alert. Then, she turns to look at him, easing up, all the easy demeanor of a friend in the way she approaches him. "Long enough to know this is worse than any winter I've seen, and I've seen some nasty ones. Chances are we're dealing with more than just climate change."
Maria was looking out the window at the desolate snow covered plain. She didn't mind the cold, and frankly she survived on less, but something just didn't feel right about this.
That coupled with the fact that she didn't do well with the unknown, made this situation next to impossible. She was a busy woman, and had things to do.
She spun, her gun drawn, face hard and tight. "You.... what are you doing here?"
Well. He hadn't been expecting that. At least he wasn't the only person that had ended up here, though last he knew she had been with Fury on the helicarrier after the whole Ultron showdown.
"If I had any idea, I'd tell you. I'm assuming you have no idea how we go here either?"
She did lower her gun, but she kept it in her hand. She didn't think he was a hostile, but she'd thought that before, and he'd almost killed them all.
"No, I was with Fury, and Steve and Romanoff were training," She paused, looking out the window again. "And then bam, welcome to hell. How long have you been here?"
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Clint Barton | MCU - Post AoU
Apparently it was because he was trudging through the snow rather than sipping a drink with a little umbrella in it, arms wrapped around himself as he tried to keep as much body heat in as possible. It had been over a week since he ended up in this place, a week of confusion and a bit of panic--now that he'd let it show. He hadn't been able to contact any of his teammates or anyone in SHIELD for that matter and he had no idea if Laura and the kids were alright.
That was the part that bothered him the most.
Glancing up, Clint spotted a cabin not too much further ahead and let out a heavy sigh. Finally. Something that wasn't the empty house he'd been using as a base of operations. It took him about twenty minutes fighting against the snow and wind to get to the cabin, the archer grumbling to himself the entire time before he was finally able to shoulder the door open, easing his way inside before slamming it shut again.
Clint rested his forehead against the door for a moment, taking a deep breath and letting it out, already feeling warmer now that he was out of the harsh elements. His shoulders started to slump some, the archer relaxing--
Only for the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up.
He immediately pushed away from the door and drew his bow off his back, an arrow notched as he glared around the room, keeping his back to the door.
"Who's there?"
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She crept towards the top of the stairs, which led down to the front hallway in front of the front door, when she heard the question and the sound of a cord stretching. She doesn't like the sound.
"I'm unarmed." For a given sense of the word. She had nothing in her hands, but she was hiding a knife in her boot. She stays out of sight for now, wanting to force the mystery man to try to climb the stairs to find her. In the time it would take for him to do that, she could more properly gauge how dangerous he might be.
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His gaze settled on the stairs, a slight frown on his lips. He knew this game; he knew what this woman was up to and he wasn't falling for it.
"Look, we clearly both had the same idea. Whatever crap place we started in, we wanted something warmer," Clint called out, keeping his bow drawn even as he tried to offer an olive branch. "I'm willing to share if you are. Unless you really do have a weapon and want to shoot me. Then we might have an issue and no one's here to keep me from doing something rash."
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Maybe not the most reassuring thing to say, but hey, at least she's honest. She frowns in frustration when he doesn't start climbing the stairs, wondering if he has a gun trained on the top at the moment. It would be easier to deal with if he got into range for her to retaliate if he pointed a gun at her.
"I am more than ready to share, but how do I know you don't intend to kill me the moment I step out into the open?"
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"Fair enough."
Whoever she was, she knew the game and knew how to hold her own. Clint turned that over in his head for a moment before he lowered his bow. He needed a safe place to sleep and this was as good as any so he had to try to make peace.
And it wasn't like he couldn't take her out if need be.
So, with that in mind, he knelt down and slid his bow towards the bottom of the stairs.
"Because now I'm down a weapon. And I'm an Avenger, ma'am. I have no intention of hurting anyone I don't need to."
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The door slammed as she was in the middle of bundling back into her multiple layers after cleaning up. She froze. Her own bow and quiver were laying on the kitchen table, probably right within Clint's view. So there she was, half naked with the chill starting to set in, wanting to just curl up by the fire she'd started in the fire place. This guy could have been a creep, or he might've been somebody just as out of place as she was feeling. He could even be somebody who might actually be competent and helpful. There was only one way to find out.
"I'm naked in here, so you're gonna have to hold on a sec," she called through the partially closed bathroom door.
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"...Well, at least your honest," he called back in a semi-amused tone, hesitating a moment before he lowered his bow a bit.
The archer glanced around again, focusing mainly on the kitchen before taking a few steps towards it.
"Look, I'm not here to be a creep. Just looking for someplace warm. Fair deal?"
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"No point in being dishonest. I could probably kick your ass if you turn out to be a creeper, anyways," Kate remarked conversationally as she pulled on the rest of her clothing. "But yeah, have at it. And don't mind Lucky. He only bites liars and scumbags."
AND LUCKY YESGOOD
"Hell of a guard dog then in the right situation." Once he was sure he could, he rubbed the dog's ears with a grin. "He likes me. Maybe I'll steal him to help me sniff out HYDRA."
Sure, the Avengers did a good job of it but never hurt to have more.
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forget being cold, that there is tragic.
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"Lower your weapon. I'm not here to fight anyone."
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"You know, you could just be saying that," he pointed out, tapping his thumb absently against the end of the arrow he still had notched. There was another moment before Clint let out a breath, lowering his bow completely. "This your place then?"
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"I'm only staying here for the day. It isn't wise for me to travel too long yet, or I'll be unable to move at all."
The sound of his feet on the floor is a light slap, indicative of a thin sole, and if Clint looks down he'll see he's wearing sandals. He can't be too far from where he woke up, given that...
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There was something odd about this guy but he couldn't really place it.
"..You haven't been here long have you?" Then again, he wasn't sure if any of them had been around that long at all. This place had been something of a ghost town when he had arrived at least.
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There's a gun pointed right at you Clint, but the man doing the pointing doesn't look well, not by a long shot. He's got open sores, red and dripping pus all across his hands and one closing, healing on his cheek. The pus runs down his chin before he wipes it off and it seems - honestly seems to be healing.
"Put down the...bow and arrow... and don't come any closer and you'll be fine. All right?"
The last two words are cut off by a desperate angry sneeze, "...Trust me on this. Do not step any closer."
Aoi had grabbed him, touched him, kissed him and he felt like death warmed over. Now you see what we're capable of.
Now you see what you truly are.
"Please. I don't want to hurt you. I just-" His hands are scabbing over as he pleads, "I just need to heal."
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"Heal? What happened to you?" he asked, having seen the way that one wound seemed to be healing itself and it made him wonder just what this guy was. Could he be another of Strucker's experiments? The twins had been the last ones they'd heard of but that didn't mean there weren't others out there.
"What the hell is going on?"
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His head burned. His body ached. The same way it always happens. Just let it burn out Vic. Just like you used to. Let it burn out, the aches and pains...
The gun fell from his hands but he kept his eyes on the other man as the skin along his cheek closed leaving a faint red mark. His hands were scarred over already, wounds closing up and healing. His body heaved - and then nothing.
Silence.
He pressed his hands to the floor.
"...There's no bullets in that gun if y'know, you wanna take it. At least I think there aren't." The other man's voice is still thick, "...I'd still keep away from it though. At least...for another twenty four hours unless you've got gloves. You...have gloves?"
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She'd been looking around the house when she'd heard the door slam. Her hands are up but she's ready to make a run for it if the person seems violent.
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"Seems to be a common trend around here," he said in an attempt at a lighthearted tone but it was a pretty poor excuse for one honestly. "..You know, I was honestly starting to think I was the only person around this godforsaken place."
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"I've been getting that a lot. There's a few people but I think it's hard to collect together with the never ending blizzard."
She shrugs.
"I'm used to travelling by myself in wastelands so I've been exploring instead of staying in one place."
Granted her wasteland was irradiated but not freezing.
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"Easy, tiger," she inclines her head towards him, slowly lowering her hands and turning to close the door.
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"You're lucky I didn't shoot first," he drawled, unable to help the way a smile pulled at his lips. After a couple days of thinking he was alone here, seeing a friendly face--especially Nat's--was definitely a relief.
Though, it could still be a trick.
"How long have you been here?"
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That coupled with the fact that she didn't do well with the unknown, made this situation next to impossible. She was a busy woman, and had things to do.
She spun, her gun drawn, face hard and tight. "You.... what are you doing here?"
Yessss more badass ladies!
Well. He hadn't been expecting that. At least he wasn't the only person that had ended up here, though last he knew she had been with Fury on the helicarrier after the whole Ultron showdown.
"If I had any idea, I'd tell you. I'm assuming you have no idea how we go here either?"
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She did lower her gun, but she kept it in her hand. She didn't think he was a hostile, but she'd thought that before, and he'd almost killed them all.
"No, I was with Fury, and Steve and Romanoff were training," She paused, looking out the window again. "And then bam, welcome to hell. How long have you been here?"