cape_kore | 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. ]

Threaded | Flat

[ 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?

[ 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. ]

Looks like you could use about five.

[ 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.

[ 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.

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.]

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