Who: Clint Barton and Beverly Marsh What: Shopping, meeting Where: Through the doors When: Dec 9th
It was always a gamble, going through the doors — sure, most of the time it was at least possible to see a little bit of what they’d be walking into, but not always. Sometimes things got really weird when they’d looked normal to begin with. And sometimes they looked weird from the start, but Clint was sort of a glutton for action and went through anyway and either regretted it or had some fun.
In this instance though, he’d made sure to open and close about a hundred door opportunities (some that looked fun, some that did not) in order to get something relatively normal. Beverly was new, and had never been through before and it didn’t really matter if Clint had a bow with him or not: a bad time was a bad time. He didn’t want anyone to have to deal with that on the first go.
So here they were, standing in some kind of big-ass mall in — well. Clint looked around curiously, spotting out stores that looked familiar but only in a nostalgic kind of way. The late 90’s, maybe? “What do you think?” He asked his new pal — not that they really knew each other, but Beverly seemed nice enough, and he’d always had a soft spot for red-heads so he figured they’d probably get there. “Good enough, or should we try for someplace else?” If this place had a Suncoast DVD store, they could go for absolutely broke, filling up the library with watchable options.