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002 ➳ Video ➳ Day 70 ➳ Clint Barton

[ 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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[ Ned hasn't really spoken to Clint much - the man seems to keep himself to himself, and that's fine - but he can't not respond to this. Not when Clint is in such a bad state, seeming so disoriented. They might not be close friends, but they do share a house together, and maybe it's stupid, but that means something to Ned. ]

Where are you? Are you hurt?

[ Clint's made it a point to stay away from a lot of the members of his house. The less attached he becomes to them the easier it'll be to go back to his home. The only one he's really grown attached to has been Kenzi and it's beyond him how that even happened. These people will just become a liability and he's never been a fan of having things get messy. He prefers it to be tied up in a nice little bow. Detaching is so much simpler when things don't hurt.

He's aware of who Ned is to an extent. A passing nod and a hello sometimes in the morning, but anything deeper than that just doesn't exist between the two of them. He was half surprised to hear the mans voice. ] By the woods. I'm thinkin' across town. [ He paused to look down at his body. ] I think hurt might be an understatement.

Oh.

[ That's not good. That's really not good, particularly with Bruce missing. Ned doesn't really know that much about first aid. He'd been able to take care of himself, all these years - the cuts and burns and bruises, but those were all minor. Kitchen injuries are very little, compared to what it looks like Clint's been through. But he can't just leave him out there, alone. ] I'm on my way.

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[ Jesse hadn't much spoken to the elusive bird in their attic, but seeing him all screwed up like he is - seeing the image of someone cracked out in the woods - rings unpleasantly familiar. He's a little hungover but he feels... better, today, wanting to keep going with that, make himself useful. ]

Fuck - yeah, hey, y'need me to help? Lemme - I'll come find you. [ Just like Ned, really, being part of the same house means something. ]

[ He's seen Jesse a few times, but most of his knowledge comes right from Kenzi's mouth. She's nice enough to give Clint the rundown on everyone even when he doesn't exactly officially ask. He's given up stopping her so sometimes he just lets her go. It's only now starting to sink in how little Clint actually knows about his housemates. He would rectify that, but it might not be such a smart idea.

He let out a small sigh and shifted his weight in an attempt to get back on his feet. He stalled out on one knee and focused on the comm line instead. ] By the woods. Help would be greatly appreciated, man.

[ Jesse makes a protesting noise when Clint tries to stand - he's already up and heading to the woods, ignoring his own reservations. He doesn't really want to go out there, but he will, because while he doesn't know Clint very well, he knows Kenzi does, and that alone is enough to make him go. ]

Yeah, gimme like - five. I'll be there. [ And he will! Maybe more like seven minutes, but he gets to the part of the woods and calls for Clint, pushing past the trees and brush. ]

[ That voice is awfully familiar. Ned makes it to the woods later than Jesse, but he hears him quickly, follows the sound of his voice. He must have gotten the message, too - he's calling Clint's name, after all. Two can search more efficiently than one, and the extra hands might be appreciated. But he knows how jumpy Jesse's been lately, and he imagines surprises in the woods wouldn't be appreciated, so he calls out, while still some distance away ]

Hey, Jesse! It's me, alright, it's Ned. You're looking for Clint, right? I got the message too, I'm gonna search that way. [ He sweeps an arm outward from his body, indicating a section of the forest ] Why don't you go that way, and if either of us find him, we'll shout?

[ Ned knows how to handle him by now and Jesse appreciates the distance, turning around to glance at him. He offers that same sort of tired smile he has anymore and gives Ned a salute. ] Yeah, yeah, sounds good, piemaker. Keep your ears open.

[ He'll look. They'll find Clint faster this way. ]

[ Clint didn't bother responding to Ned when he told him he'd be right there. He was in too much pain and far too tired to really think of words to direct at his housemate. He was just happy that at least two of them were headed out here and that meant he'd get home in one piece. He wanted to crawl in that crappy bed of his and sleep for years.

He didn't even hear Jesse when he arrived. Not until Ned's voice rang out yelling for Jesse. Right. He lifted his head trying to pinpoint which direction the two of them could possibly be in. He wanted to yell, but his throat felt dry. Instead he pushed a hand down into the ground and rose to his feet. He stumbled toward in their last know general direction. ] Jesse.

[ Another deep breath and his hand clutched at his side. ] Ned. [ His name calling wasn't loud enough for a great distance, but if they got close enough they were bound to hear him. ]

[ Ned hears that hoarse rattle, soon enough, spots Clint through the trees. From the way he's standing, he's only just managing to keep on his feet, and Ned doesn't like the look of him. It's not often that Ned raises his voice even a little, but he finds, just then, that he can project to quite good effect. He bellows for Jesse, voice booming through the trees. He's already moving towards Clint, himself, not quite at a run. ]

Oh my god, Clint.

[ There's horror in his voice, at the state of him, concern and outrage and determination all wrapped into one. He moves in close enough that Clint can grab his shoulder or arm or lean on him in whatever way suits, but he doesn't actually touch him. That gash really looks quite worrying, as does all that bruising ] We're going to get you home, alright?

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[ He's honestly never been happier to see Ned's face ever. He's fairly certain that Jesse will be following the taller man shortly. With those two helping that means he doesn't have the make the trip back on his own. That's actually taking some of the edge off if he's being completely honest.

Clint's already started lifting his hand up to grab Ned's shoulder. It takes some weight off his aching legs. He's not even a hundred percent sure how long he was walking until he came to. All he remembered was coming to on his feet. Things started to clear up as he got closer. ] I think home would be the best choice. [ Clint paused after a moment and looked at Ned. ] Have you always been this tall?

[ He hears Clint first, and then Ned right after him, and he makes his way in that direction, pushing his hood down as he goes. Clint is - actually in worse shape than Jesse thought he was, but it doesn't bother him. Just makes him a little more determined to get Clint back safely. No more people need to die. He can start making up for all of what's happened by helping Clint.

He easily slips over to duck under Clint's other shoulder, carefully. ] He's always been a giant, yeah. [ Jesse remarks, smiling a little at Ned to let him know he's teasing. Back to Clint: ] Damn, Africa, what happened? C'mon. Let's get you back.

[ Ned and Clint probably have never even seen Mean Girls, Jesse, that was a reference lost. ]

[ Yes, the Mean Girls quotation is definitely lost on Ned, but he assumes it is some nickname between Clint and Jesse and thinks no more of it. He's too focused on supporting as much of Clint's weight as he'll allow, trying to brace him against the jar of each subsequent step. He has to stoop down to be more effective at it, but he doesn't mind. Together, the three of them begin to make their way out of the woods, back towards town, and the house that the three of them share. ]

I've got some painkillers back at the house. [ He hadn't ended up using all the medicine he had gotten from Bruce, after the incident with the Hulk and his cracked ribs. Thankfully, his healing powers during their week of merry monsters had taken care of that injury, so there are extra pills to spare. ] Are you sure that cut isn't going to need stitches?

[ It's actually a great relief when Jesse moves to the other side of him to support more of his weight. He can't help, but sigh and lean against the younger man. Getting back to his shitty attic actually sounds amazing to Clint right about now. Not that it was any better than his quarters on the Helicarrier, but it wasn't great. But the attic is his home here. It also means no one can fuck with him anymore there. Hopefully.

The Mean Girls quote is actually not that lost on Clint. When Clint is not on the Helicarrier he is at his apartment and in that apartment he had cable. He's not a complete and total shut in old man, Jesse. He does know things.

He laughed and immediately groaned at the pain rocking through his body from that. ] Damned if I know, man. [ He turned to look at Ned as they walked. ] Oh. Happy pills. Honestly? I dunno. I can handle it. I've stitched myself up in the field before. Never pretty, but usually clean.

[ Jesse has no idea! Ned doesn't even know what a cell phone is, so Jesse's never sure of who will get what. In any case, Clint laughs and groans and Jesse wrinkles his nose, shifting so he can hold up as much of Clint as possible. His head still hurts from the drinking the night before, but it's gotten better, so this isn't too much of a strain.

At Clint's waving off the pills, Jesse rolls his eyes. ] You don't gotta, but we got the pills specifically for shit like this. Either way we're gonna help patch you up however we can, right, Ned?

Right.

[ Crisis Ned has taken over, and there's conviction in his voice. Even if he's never dealt with this level of injury on his own, from the sound of it, Clint has. What they should focus on, for the present, is getting back to the House. So he says, a touch abruptly. ]

We'll move faster if we don't talk.

[ It isn't a long ways, but Ned can feel Clint resting more and more of his weight on them, as they are finally approaching House 20. He slips out from under Clint's arm to prop open the door open, then returns to help him through it. Clint might be looking forward to seeing his attic again, but for the present, Ned directs him towards the couch, saying: ] Jesse, can you get a wet washcloth? Clint, do you have, I don't know, field first-aid supplies, or am I gonna have to start looking for a sewing kit?

[ He's not in any position to argue with Ned's logic that they'll get home quicker with no talking. He's fine with keeping quiet for this purpose because he's starting to really hate being out here. He'd rather get home as fast as humanly possible if it means getting some sort of pain relief.

Also that crappy sofa they got is looking mighty fine so Clint has no issues with them directing him to the couch and helping him sit. He's processing Ned's questions, but it takes him a few moments to actually summon up an answer for him. ] Um--no. I only showed up with my bow and arrows, man. Sewing kit will do just fine. Just make sure you poor some alcohol on it and I'll talk you through it?

[ Suits Jesse. He heads off to get a washcloth, and gestures down the hall towards the rooms to the back when he comes back to the couch. ] There's sewing shit back there, nobody's touched it, pretty sure. [ He's already heading to the kitchen. ] I'll get the alcohol.

[ Blood doesn't squick him out normally, but after recent events, he's thinking he's going to need to have a drink on his own to be even remotely useful to either one of them. ]

[ Ned, too, darts from place to place once he's got Clint sitting down. The man's responses are delayed and weak, and that worries him, almost more than the gash and all the bruises. Could he have a concussion? Ned's been there, and it's not a fun place to be. ]

[ He finds the appropriate sewing materials and grabs them, taking a minute to let out a shaky breath. He can do this. It'll be no different than sewing a button back on a coat. He grabs the pain pills from his room on the way, pours out two and presents them to Clint with a glass of water. ]

Take these. And uh, take your shirt off, please.

[ Ned would give anything for a proper first aid kit with gloves, but that looks like it's not going to happen. So instead he goes into the hall bathroom and scrubs his hands vigorously, leaves them red and stinging but as clean as he can manage. He gets the biggest needle from the swing kit, threads it with the sturdiest-looking of the threads, sets it aside. ]

Okay. Tell us what to do. Clint?

[ He suffered worse injuries in the war if he's being honest. He was a POW once in the military and another time working with SHIELD. Though the second instance was part of his cover and less of a mistake. Whatever happened to him in his little "vacation" was nothing compared to that crap. It's what he kept repeating in his head. It was going to keep him sane until he could get the holes patched.

Clint can't help the smile from forming at his face when Ned insisted he take off his shirt. He's got a joke or two lined up for the guy simply because it looks like Ned needs to relax more than him. ] Easy, man. If ya wanted my shirt off you coulda just asked me before I went missing. [ He's already taken the pills and swallowed them with the help of the water.

Seriously though nothing takes the edge off like sexual tension jokes. Jesse is less panicked than Ned, but still just as high strung about the situation. ] First both of you need to chill the fuck out and take a sip of that booze. Cause you're both freaking me the hell out. Then give it to me and it'll be go time. Basically you just wanna pinch my skin together and treat it like sewing a hole in your jeans. Don't think about me because I'll be fine. Just get it done.

Looks like you could use about five.

You got jokes. I'm bleeding and you're making jokes. Glad to see one of us can.

You know what they say, laughter's the best medicine.

[ Charles spoke to Clint maybe once before, but he's quick to respond. ]

Has anyone come to your aid? If not, I can attempt to find you.

[ He's familiar with that voice. He's heard it before. It takes him a moment to look at his communicator and place his face as well. ] Johnny English! [ Because he's probably forgotten his name. He does that sometimes. Sorry, Charles. ] I got two knuckleheads making their way out to find me.

[ He actually laughs at that. ] It's Charles. But if you like. Would you like me to remain with you until they arrive?

[ For concussion or something of the like. ]

Charles? That's no fun. I'm gonna call you Chuck. That's a good name. Makes ya sound tough. [ He's probably a little delirious which is why he's determined to find the right name for him. ] I wouldn't hate it. That squirrel isn't looking like it's gonna make good conversation.

There's actually a Chuck here in the cape. A Charlie too. Well, possibly two Charlie's but luckily of two different genders.

[ He's not helping this delirium, is he? ] It's Mr. Barton, isn't it? Do you know what's happened to you?

[ He's actually very disappointed that he can't get away with calling Charles by those cool names. Though he might actually forget this conversation and later wind up calling him Chuck still. It's really hard to tell sometimes with Clint.

He really doesn't have a clue what happened other than he came to walking in the woods. Beyond that he's fairly confused about everything. There's lots of pain and that is all he knows. ] If I knew they'd be dead. They're not. Least I don't think so.

[ Everyone in this place is so quick to become suddenly murderous. Charles wonders briefly if there's something in the water. ]

How do you feel? What kind of symptoms are you presenting? [ Has he just been roughed up or is it something more? ]

Pain. Is pain a symptom? I think pain would be the primary one. The others? Well, fuck 'em because the pain is the biggest part, man. [ Murder is something that Clint is actually capable of doing. From a distance it seems easier, but with the scope it's just as difficult. You see their face. ] Chuck--you gotta show me how to do that accent. Chicks probably dig it.

[ He's about to talk about the pain before Clint speaks again. Then Charles' expression breaks into something more sunnier. ]

Well, it has been said to be a little groovy yes.

Groovy? You bet your ass it's groovy, man. You're probably pullin' major--[ Clint has to stop though because he's hearing voices in the distance. Oh. That's people. Jesse and Ned shaped people. He should probably make his way towards them. ] I think my escort is here. Come see me in my attic, Chuck and we'll talk women. [ The line goes dead. ]

[ 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.

[ 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?

[ 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? ]

[ 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.

Use it for what? Also severed, or attached to an arm? Clint, we've been over this, you gotta be specific.

[Holy fuck is she relieved to see your dumbass.]

[ Oh. There she is. Wow. She's still the only person who greets him as if it's his fault that he's gone missing. When he showed up the second time she punched him. He really hoped she didn't punch him this time again. He was in too much pain for her to hit him.

His face may be busted up a lot, but you can easily tell that this face is not a pleased one, Kenzi. God. ] I shoulda left you a note before being kidnapped. Sorry.

[No, not the face! Protect the face! Jeeze. She only punched him because he didn't remember her. No punches this time. When he gets home, it's only gonna be hugs. Right now it's just a lot of guilt.]

Don't apologize. Not even sarcastically, you butt. [She bites her lower lip, watching the video closely for a sec.] Is someone coming to get you? I'd volunteer but one of your arms could probs squish me by itself.

[ You butt. Well that sounds about right, but the rest is pretty tame. He's starting to wonder if she'll cry or something like that. She looks worried and that means one thing in Clint's book. Make sure she's not worrying. He doesn't do well when people worry about him. Time to be offensive or just stupid.

He tilted his head to the side. ] Jesse and Ned are coming to my rescue. Not sure if I should be scared or pleased. [ Clint smiled as pushed himself up, but he got nowhere really. It hurt too much to try again. ] You're not gonna cry are you? Cause if so I'm gonna tape it and show the whole house.

[Jesse and Ned. Okay, good. Reliable fucking people right there. Her worry decreases by about 42%. Until he tries to get up and now it's back up in the red. Dammi, Clint!]

What? No! I'm not gonna cry. The hell do you think I am? A girl? Now I hope Jesse drops you a couple times before you get back.

[Still, don't rule out crying as an option. It's definitely still a possibility.]

[ Even Clint can't help the amount of smiling he's doing right at that moment. She can put on her brave face and he's all too happy to pretend that it's real and legit. She's not scared. He'll just have to keep reminding himself of this little factoid. Though he really does hope that Jesse does not drop him at all because that would actually be very fucking painful with the condition he's in. ] I dunno. You walk, talk and act like a girl. You could be a girl, Kenz.

Honey, please. I am not a girl, I am a force of nature and you ... are gonna give me a heart attack one of these days. Looks like I have to clear my schedule, I've got an injured bird-dude to take care of for the next whenever.

[And she will. She totally will. She owes it to Clint for being pretty damn awesome in general and she owes it to Phil.] Any requests, Hawkass?

Did you just "honey please" me, dude? [ Yeah. You are totally a girl, Kenzi. There is no getting around this. You are the most lady like of the ladies. He's going to keep poking fun because sad women are the most awkward thing for him to have to deal with. He's not sure if he has the energy to calm her down so he's just going to keep her mind on other things. Less violent things.

Clint pursed his lips and just smiled when she offered to take care of him. He didn't really want to burden her. She had her own crap to deal with and he required a little too much attention at this particular time. Could he really rely on a person that much? ] You don't gotta take care of me, Kenz. Just bribe Ned or something. [ Though he'd probably prefer Kenzi just because he knows her more and feels a touch more comfortable in her presence alone. He won't say that though because he's Clint and a dummy. ]

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clint i can't stop laughing.

he's delirious and it makes him more ridiculous.

clint, you're my new favourite.

he's the herpiest derpiest favorite.

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