Clint didn't catch all of that, but he didn't have to, he'd seen the weird runes on the guy's phone and was following the man's gaze towards the sign. It was a question in the move and not a direction, and Clint really didn't think either of them wanted to see what they were taking off at Platinum Gentlemen's Club in this weird universe either.
I mean, that might be Loki's thing he guessed but that guy'd have still probably checked in with Hawkeye. I mean Kate thought so.
He kept his bow drawn and his right hand rested in a way that wasn't casual on his shoulder, near the quiver. He scanned the street, and he'd been scanning the street as they'd wandered off campus down an abandoned highway and overgrown construction lots to a strip of developed, if you could call it that now, exurban strip malls, gas stations and oubliettes. It left him uneasy how abandonned the city seemed, even more uneasy than the Evil Dead that'd met them at the off ramp. It always made him feel like he missed the memo when the streets were empty and he and his bow were taking the center of them.
Just like Srebrenica.
Except, this was more like Atlanta(?). On this exit, there were two spas, VIP looking worse for wear and aquamarine maybe intact, or fitted with bulletproof glass. Based on the patina. He thought at least in this lighting based on the sheen. There was a halfway house that might have had squatters but might have had a food pantry at least, hanging open to the elements and abandon. Midtown Urology and Surgical would be a prize in the office park to the left but was likely long picked over. Then a Circle K and a pizza joint. Fuck he wished pizza restaurants were open in the apocalypse. Even "New York Style" ones in what the signs said was Georgia.
Clint gestured with his bow unwilling to move his hand from ready and pointed in order. He kept his voice lower than his usual tone, or at least he felt he did. "Spa. Spa. Bar. Church house. Restaurant. Store. and Doctor."