i_nevermiss (i_nevermiss) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-05-19 22:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | {clint barton, {natasha romanoff |
Who: Natasha Romanoff (needsaminute) & Clint Barton (i_nevermiss)
What: Reunited and it feels so... good? More like confusing.
Where: Room 106-B
When: May 19, after network chat
Warnings/Ratings: TBD
Status: Closed, Ongoing
Knowing little else to do after the last few days on the train, Clint had chosen to hang out around Bruce or Jo, he even took to shadowing Lucifer if he got really bored. But as he browsed around the network, Clint sat in the far back corner of the Observation Car, watching as prehistoric creatures bounded left and right past the train. It was oddly humbling and more than a little disconcerting, but they were fucking dinosaurs, there was no way in hell Clint was going to miss out on that.
The giants were stupendous, but Clint had never had that great of an attention span, and he grew ever restless in the train. The only place that the archer had stayed in for more than a few days at a time was Avengers Tower, and even then he could come and go as he pleased, just like SHIELD headquarters. Clint liked enclosed, safe places -- he grew claustrophobic when stationed in one place for too long.
So, to counteract the feelings of ‘can’t-breath-too-much’, Clint had settled in the most open car with his little tablet thing and went to the Network.
Not only did he find Tony Fucking Stark (who he had just wished for a few days previous, he kind of felt like a wizard for that one), but also Natasha.
It was like a breath of fresh air. People who, not only did he know, but he knew them as well.
It was weird to find out that he was from farther in the future than they were, apparently, but he’d take what he could damn well get thank you very much.
Clint was up and out of his seat quicker than lightning as Tash set up a rendezvous. He was a few cars away, but he overtook them like a siege in trying to get to the first sleeping car. It took only a few minutes before he was standing outside 106-B. He didn’t bother to knock, just waltzed right in as if he owned the damn place.