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cape_kore2013-08-07 12:05 am
greatatboats) wrote in cape_kore2013-08-07 12:05 am
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003 ➳ Video ➳ Day 99 ➳ Clint Barton
[ He was having trouble sorting things out when the dream stuff happened. Sexy dreams with a redhead were the least of his concerns. Everything was all muddled up and Clint didn't know how to deal. He wasn't doing so well since his kidnapping. He felt more and more like he couldn't defend himself. His bow was gathering dust and he was starting to get comfortable. Clint didn't get comfortable. He had spent most of his life moving and staying ahead of things. He settled into that house with those people and suddenly he was attached. To all of them. His housemates were sneaking past his walls and he didn't like it. Ned and Kenzi especially. Mainly because when Clint was healing Ned took care of him the most other than Kenzi and her mothering crap. He needed to take a breather so he took a few things and left.
Clint stayed in the forest. The outskirts were easiest to navigate. Staying low was easy. His last convo with Kenzi was about her being in charge of the food and stuff like that. He gave her some shit and left it at that. He didn't think he'd come back from the forest to find that she was just gone. Not there. She wasn't the only housemate missing either, but her being gone hit him the hardest. He felt sick to his stomach knowing that once again he wasn't here. Maybe those assholes had taken her like they had taken him. That just made him angry.
There was a moment where he just stood in her room trying to absorb whatever had happened. After a few moments had passed he left her room immediately and retreated up his attic. He dropped his shit by the door and stalked over to his bed to sit. He lifted the communicator up and flipped it on. ] Where the hell is Kenzi? If someone took her--I will cut your hands off and feed them to you. I swear.
Clint stayed in the forest. The outskirts were easiest to navigate. Staying low was easy. His last convo with Kenzi was about her being in charge of the food and stuff like that. He gave her some shit and left it at that. He didn't think he'd come back from the forest to find that she was just gone. Not there. She wasn't the only housemate missing either, but her being gone hit him the hardest. He felt sick to his stomach knowing that once again he wasn't here. Maybe those assholes had taken her like they had taken him. That just made him angry.
There was a moment where he just stood in her room trying to absorb whatever had happened. After a few moments had passed he left her room immediately and retreated up his attic. He dropped his shit by the door and stalked over to his bed to sit. He lifted the communicator up and flipped it on. ] Where the hell is Kenzi? If someone took her--I will cut your hands off and feed them to you. I swear.
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I don't think the vantage point gives anyone an actual advantage. People are still getting plucked out of here and dropped back in without anyone noticing anything at the time.
[She looked down at her glass glumly, not liking the fact that no matter how alert she could be, it wouldn't help if their captors decided to snag her or someone she cared about.]
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He's starting to think they need an alert system or some sort of buddy sleep system. Because this being snatched in your sleep crap is bullshit. Especially since it happened to him before and left him worked over. ] Sorry I haven't exactly been around for you. I haven't lived with people in a long time.
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I don't exactly need a babysitter. Besides, if you're not used to company all the time, it probably doesn't help to have someone trying to butt in where they're not wanted. I mean, I don't mean that in a 'you're a snob' kind of way or anything. I just...
I get a sort of huge 'personal space' thing from you. It's not a bad thing, it just... explains a lot.
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[ He did have personal space issues. They got worse by about a million after the incident with Loki. He spent most of his youth trying to impress father figures that were never really worth his time. He spent years trying to impress Barney and it got him nothing, but berated as a boy. ] Yeah. I'm not a group guy. I can operate in them if I have to, but this whole situation makes it worse.
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Military sort of clarifies why, though. I mean, unless you're in what, a garrison? Squad? Sorry, I don't know the names. But unless you're around a bunch of people with the same training, I guess it's hard to trust anyone. Especially in a place like that. [She looked down at her cup, plying over the rim of it.] Not like landing here suddenly breeds the desire to be all chummy chummy, right?