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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.

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[Oh, hey. Look. It was the kind of angry quiet guy. That made the house a little less lonely. Maybe. Or maybe not. She could hear him stomping through the house as he looked for Kenzi, then listened to him move back upstairs, trying to be quiet. Well, until she answered.]

Um, sorry, Clint? It was Clint, right? She's gone. Same with Galen and Jesse and a whole bunch of others. I'm sorry. I know she was your friend.

[Riley does seem genuinely sorry, knowing how upset she'd been when Balthazar had been missing for a few days.]

[ Knowing that three of his housemates were on the list for the missing kind of pissed him off. He still wasn't sure if he was going to just take the fact that she was gone at face value. What if someone had taken her though? Anyone of these people could be some sort of homicidal maniac. Clint was right up there in terms of not typical or functional in any normal fashion. Why shouldn't he suspect these folks might be just as bad?

His jaw has set and he's looking more mad than ever. He's not mad at Riley though. She lives here too. He has no reason to be hostile with her. He's mad at himself mainly. Something happened and he wasn't here. ] When did she go missing?

[Yeah, he looks mad. She just hopes it isn't at her. She has nothing to do with people going missing, and frankly, after hearing the stories of where some people go, she's bordering on terrified of winding up there herself.]

Just over.. um, two weeks ago, I think. Yeah, about that. You were gone a while too.

[She's pretty sure he knows that already, but she thought she'd point out that a lot of people were popping in and out lately.]

[ Well hi there handsome guy Donna had dream sex with. But right, that's not the important part of all of this. ]

Kenzi's gone. She's not the only one either. A whole bunch of people seemingly vanished overnight. I just hope they've gone home and not... y'know, to the crazy mad scientists...

A lot of people have gone missing lately. Kenzi, both Charlies, a few other people. I'm sorry.

[She looks it too.]

Yeah. I needed some time. I didn't think someone would take her while I was gone. [ Just another thing for Clint to pile onto his back. He's very good at taking blame when it's not even remotely close to being his fault. This didn't look like his fault from the outside, but he was rationalizing it to be his fault. He was really good at that.

Clint sighed heavily and hung his head. He hated to think of what might have been going through his housemates heads when they were taken or something. The idea made his stomach turn. ] Ned's okay right? What about the redheaded guy? [ He didn't have much interaction with him. Ned was the only other consistent face besides Kenzi's and sometimes this girls. ]

Ned's okay. He keeps busy with his baking and he seems to have been doing okay. Daneel? I'm not really sure. I don't see him much unless he's cleaning. Him and Ned have turned this into a germ free zone.

[He looked upset and Riley felt bad for him. He always seemed upset or verging on being pissed off, but maybe that was just his way of dealing with being here.]

I was thinking of making something to eat in a bit. If you don't have a weak stomach for reptile, I could bring something up to you?

Yeah. I've met the crazy mad scientists. I couldn't get out of bed for a long time after I spent time with them. [ He's not had a chance to really study the screen. Finally he zeroes in though and realizes where he's seen her before. Not just from the video call before the dreams started. She was the tea woman, but also the same one from the dream. The very erotic dream. Oh. Damn. This was worse than him sleeping with a rookie agent and then having to see them in a briefing the next day.

Clint clicked his tongue and nodded slowly. He had run out of things to say because all he kept thinking was 'i've seen her naked. i've seen her naked.' on repeat. Fuck. ] We--um--yeah.

How many Charlies we got? [ He just knew about Charles. Good ole Chuck. He liked that guy and his ability to say groovy without batting an eyelash. He was more worried about Kenzi though. He had a personal connection to her. She was one of the first people to help him. She gave him a place to live and practically bossed him around like she owned him. It never bothered him though. ] I'm--I'm sorry if you lost someone too. [ He could see it in her face. He just didn't know who. ]

Luckily managed to avoid the mad scientists myself so far. My best mate wasn't so lucky.

[ Really, Clint? Really? Talking to the ginger he had sex with and he turns to a flailing teenage boy? Sigh.

She arches a brow. ]

Yeah. I guess we did.

He got snatched up huh? Tell him I feel for him. If he ever wants to talk about it I get it. It's a hard thing to deal with. That's why I took off for a little while. Was hoping I could clear my head. Nothing's felt right sense. Haven't felt like myself I guess. [ It's strange that Clint is so willing to talk about this experience with a strange like this man she's referring to. Or even to her. Clint's always run from this type of stuff. Maybe he's making some progress being here with these people.

Whoa. Flailing? Back it up. He is not flailing. If anything he's just a little flustered. He wasn't even certain he'd have contact with her after the dream sex. No making fun. He's trying here. He'll get better. Lighten up more. ] Sorry I didn't call. [ Did you call after something like that? What the hell was the protocol? ] I don't know how to deal with this.

He came back a dribbling mess. Doing better now, but I'll pass on your message, thanks. [ Talking helps. And if talking doesn't then gossiping does! Always. Bitchy gossiping will always make a person feel better!

Donna laughs. ] Good job I'm a tough girl, huh? Else you might've broken my heart. Nah. Never expected a call. Not even sure if dream sex counts as real sex. Does it count? Are we counting it?

It's a hard adjustment. Guess I got off easy. Only thing they did to me was beat the living hell out of me. I looked like pounded meat. I'm sorry they worked him over mentally. It's not easy having people inside your head. [ His experience with Loki taught him how horrible that felt. It was like having someone break into your home. Afterwards you felt violated only this was about a hundred times worse.

She's funny. Got a lot of spunk. That's good. This coulda merged into a whole different awkward situation. He's lucky his sex dream was with her and not with someone else. ] I dunno. Feels wrong to not count it. I know what you look like naked. You know what I look like naked. I kinda think that might be a big thing. It was nice.

[ He paused and leaned forward to get a better look at the screen. ] It feels weird talking about this in this form. Do you wanna come over?

I know first-hand what it's like to have grubby fingers poking at your mind. Never a picnic! [ Some things are probably best left unsaid. ]

Nice is one way of putting it. Hopefully we're not doing scoring, but if we are? Yeah. You're pretty high. Oh I see how it is! Inviting me over for a repeat performance! Cheeky.

[ She laughs. ] I've got some free time. So. 'Come over' would be to where exactly?

That's good. I was starting to get a little worried the little guy got taken. [ Little being sarcastic because Clint was well aware that Ned was a giant. He dwarfed Clint. Then again most of the Avengers dwarfed Clint. He was used to it. What he lacked in height he made up for in experience and the alarming amount of ways he knew how to kill a person. He was good at his job.

He didn't know much about Daneel, but these people were kinda like the only thing he had resembling a family these days. They were important to him. Their health kinda meant something. Even if he did shut himself off from them most of the time. ] I guess I won't be coming downstairs too much. I like my germs.

I ate in the woods. You can come up though if you want? Might have to sit on the floor, but I won't mind the company.

We should form a club. [ He wouldn't mind being in a club with her. Though that was bordering on creepy innuendo so he didn't really need to voice it. He already looked and sounded like a moron. He was never good with the part after sex. That's where he kind of failed. Everything leading up to it was easy as pie. This was brutal though.

He's pretty happy now though. She rated him high and he's an easy guy to please. She doesn't even have to give him a score. Just saying he rates high gets him smiling. Clint's always been easy to please though. ] No--I wasn't-- [ Dammit. Now she's got him scrambling. That was certainly not his intention. He was just trying to lighten the--whatever this was. ] I mean I wouldn't say no, but I was thinking more about talking. If you wanted.

House 20. We're near the lighthouse. I live up in the attic. Doors unlocked.

Two that I know of. Both are missing. One was my roommate, the other was going to run the poker game at the church.

[The germ remark gained a small smirk from Riley, one she tried to hide by looking to the side for a moment.

The offer to come up, however, was unexpected, but welcome. It was lonely in the house without the noise of the others and it would give her a chance to so very subtly look him over to see if he was hurt in any way.]

I think I can handle sitting on a floor without breaking out in hives. Sure you don't want something to drink?

[ Poor guy. She's only winding him up. If she was truly offended he'd know about it. She has quite the right hook and a palm capable of slapping the smuggest grin off the smarmiest jerk. She just laughs, watching him dig his hole deeper. It's kind of sweet. ]

House 20. Be there soon.

[ She cuts the feed, brushes her hair, pops a bit of lipstick on and heads over to house 20. Even though it's unlocked she still feels it right to knock. ]

Hello? Safe to come in?

[ The only time that Clint seems to possess the ability to talk to a woman smoothly after sex is when he's on an operation. Training takes over though. In the real world once sex has been had then it's hard for him to find common ground and relate. It's like all his brain cells sweep their way out of his head. Clint is better in a perch on his own. Human interaction outside of an operation has never come easily.

Clint was in the living room area trying to look at nonchalant and normal as humanly possible. It's harder when you're hyper aware of your own issues. He finally jumped to his feet when he heard her and made his way to the door. He smiled. ] Safe to come in? I wasn't sitting around naked if that's what you were worried about.

[ A beat. ] Well, now you do think I was sitting around naked.

Poker? In a church? That's ballsy. [ He's frowning though as intriguing as poker in a church does sound. She's obviously lost someone too. ] Maybe--maybe they went home? [ The idea sounds wrong to Clint, but he wants to make it easier for this woman. He can't be a complete dick. ]

Nah. I'm okay. Come up though. [ With that he cut the communication. She was coming up and there was no reason for him to stay on the line with her. He probably should have said goodbye or something, but he was never good at that stuff. Proper human interaction etiquette kind of eluded Clint even on his good days. He killed people. Having long conversations with them was difficult. ]

I asked them to use the bar, but apparently someone is living there now. I'm going to try to get them to use the diner, since the Host does have members here. It seems... wrong.

[Faithful.]

I hope they did? But at the same time, Charlie didn't speak fondly of home to me, so it might not be better.

[The feed went dead and she got up from where she'd been sitting. She got herself a glass of water from the kitchen before padding quietly up the stairs to the attic. She'd never been up here before, respecting that Clint needed and obviously wanted his own space. She tapped at his door softly.]

[ She returns his smile. It's hard not to. It's kind of infectious. ] Less worried about the amount of flesh on show and more worried by the fact that you might be an axe wielding maniac and I might get my head cut off. What? Stranger things have happened.

[ She glances around. ] No axe? That's good. And fully clothed - that's good or bad depending on your point of view, really. I mean sitting there with your willy out could be a little bit distracting.

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