003 ➳ Video ➳ Day 99 ➳ Clint Barton

[greatatboats]

[ 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.

Comments

[greatatboats]

Well, for starters the way you say human's kinda sounds like you hate us. It's not a great feeling. Look, I'm not trying to piss you off, but I'm also not gonna coddle some silly notions of religion. It's just what I believe. God wasn't around during the war. Why am I supposed to treat his home with respect when people die left and right? Don't give me that crap like it's all in God's plan.

[ Can you tell religion frustrates, Clint? God didn't help him when Loki took him over and sent him around the helicarrier killing people. God didn't intervene when Loki killed Coulson. Fuck God and fuck his stupid angels too. ] I'm sorry if I pissed you off, but I can't help how I feel.

[bostonhowler]

I'm human too. I can assure you, I don't hate myself.

[She's not lying. Mostly.]

I'm not here to debate religion. Merely pointed out that if the bar cannot be used because someone is living there, why does the church not deserve the same respect?

Whatever you believe is on you. Most of the bible boils down to "be kind to others" anyway.

[greatatboats]

[ Clint doesn't know much about angels to be honest. He doesn't know what they need to survive or if they need anything. Is whoever is living there constantly on the grounds? Do they ever go to another place? Do they even care that a bunch of guys want to play cards in there? He doesn't know and to be quite honest he doesn't care. It's not like he's going to play cards anytime soon. He's content to just ignore it.

She was right about the be kind to others crap. Still that wasn't the rule that they seemed to always remember. ] I guess some religions missed that rule huh? [ He smiles because he's not trying to piss her off now. He's just pointing it out. ]

[bostonhowler]

[She snorts.]

No, again, that's man twisting religion to suit his own purposes.