002 ➳ Video ➳ Day 70 ➳ Clint Barton

[greatatboats]

[ The last time Clint felt this bad was because of very strange mission in Russia. It consisted of a shit ton of booze, food poisoning and several head traumas. This actually felt about ten million times worse than that morning. Yet he was standing and walking on his own. That didn't mean shit though. The power to carry on could grow to be very strong in a person if the situation called for it.

He felt like a tank ran him over and then decided to back over him once more for good measure. The shirt he was wearing was torn and tattered. Through the torn material you could see evidence of bruised skin and on the other side of his chest near his ribs was a gash. He looked like a more bruised and mashed version of Clint when it came to his face. He had bruises on his face along with some dried up blood. Mostly superficial, but still nasty. Whatever happened to him had not been pleasant. He was free though right? He was away from wherever and back in this town. He never would have thought he'd be this happy to see this place in his life.

The woods were behind him and he could see houses in the distance. He was fairly certain that his was actually on the other side of the town. He was trying his hard to remember the layout, but with each step came more pain. He checked the communicator once more and finally it sprang to life. That was a good sign. He could at least broadcast something and maybe get a hand back to his godforsaken attic.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He finally cleared his throat and found his voice. Out came a shaky breath to whoever was seeing this. ] I don't--know what happened, but I could use a hand. [ Clint hit his knees finally and his wrist dropped to his side. ]

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[afallenstar]

[ Hey, remember this voice? It's that person you shot with an arrow on sight because that's how friendly introductions occur, obviously. Despite the rocky start, she doesn't just ignore injuries - especially when displayed so publicly over the network, so despite the slight terse edge to her voice, the offer still comes. ]

You're wounded. [ obvious statement is obvious. She's going to be helpful though, after a brief pause where she weighs up whether or not it's actually a good idea. In the end she decides it is, apparently, because she continues on. ] I can help with that, if you need it.

[greatatboats]

[ Right. The woman who he shot with his arrows. He's familiar with that voice. It's pretty much burned into his mind lately. The girl who appears and then goes missing again. She's a special one and certainly someone he's not happy with. But he'll put it aside because he's in pain and he could use a person to talk to. It helps keep his mind off the pain and it's pretty damn important right now.

If she keeps making obvious statements like that then he's not going to talk to her at all. Because he's far too pissy for his own good right now. ] You gonna pull that Houdini shit on me again?

[afallenstar]

[ Distracting is great but fixing things is better, so he can just deal with those obvious statements for now. It's not like she can out herself any more, after all, and whether or not he likes her she's probably the only one who will offer to actually help.

So she just pauses for a moment or two, long enough to let him get that out and for her to remind herself that he's in a pretty justifiable position for being abrasive, and then continues with a light clearing of her throat. ]

At least there's some warning this time? [ Look, funny joke. Haha. Except no one is actually laughing. ] ...If you tell me where you are, I can heal those.

[ ... He doesn't actually have to tell her, but that's polite, right? ]

[greatatboats]

[ He really does not trust her to come near him in this condition. She's not exactly someone he knows too much about and he's aware that secrets can sometimes mean bad news. Secrets are how he makes a living, but they also hide all his sins and dirty deeds. He does not trust Anna at all so he's a little hesitant about letting her in on where he is exactly.

The pause that comes after her joke is a clue that Clint is not laughing at this supposed joke. Pot calling kettle black for him being this distrusting over her using secrets, but it's not his fault. It's his training. ] I'd rather it happen the old fashion way. They don't bother me. What bothers me is your weird poofing power.