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Clint Barton | MCU (clintb) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-03-10 10:27:00

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clint barton (616), clint barton (mcu)

Who: The Clints
Where: Near a tree in the middle of the town
What: Archery & Meeting
Rating: Low
Status: Incomplete

Clint had come to terms with being here though it was still strange. He was glad that Steve and Tony were around though he missed Laura and Natasha, both of whom he loved in his own way.He missed his children a lot too which was to be expected. They were the reason he had decided to retire from the business of being an avenger. He knew he would miss it, SHIELD and then the Avengers had been a part of his life for so long but Laura was correct. He couldn't keep going off to endanger his life when he had his family relying on him. He would miss it, but he knew he would grow used to it.

Except before he could, he had turned up in this strange, nameless village that had no amneties or anything useful.

There was Kate, the person who knew him but didn't know him and so many other people he didn't recognise. Frustrated with the lack of action he had carved a target in the trunk of a tree, grabbed his bow and was firing arrow after arrow at the tree trying to calm himself. It hadn't worked but it was at least distracting him for the time being, which he supposed was alright.

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clintb
2019-03-19 03:19 am UTC (link)

Clint laughed. "Come down and join me and I won't do it again!" he offered to the other man. He wasn't keen on having his arrows ruined either so he understood the guys reaction. "I know but it's harder to get a moving target here at least at the moment. I plan on seeing what I can figure out though at some point."

He'd have to talk to Tony about seeing if they could create something once they had the town up and running. As much as he wanted one it was less of an urgent need compared to some other things.

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today_sucks
2019-03-20 01:46 am UTC (link)

"There are some moving targets," Clint said, scaling down the tree with grace what would have made someone's mother proud. Not his, but whatever. "But they're, you know. Animals. And those only get got for dinner, not fun." Because that'd be weird and creepy. Also, Clint wasn't fantastically happy about shooting them even to eat them.

But needs must, or whatever.

He held his bow loose over his shoulders and made the short distance up to the other guy, offering a crooked smile full of boyish charm. "Nice shooting, man, really."

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	clintb 2019-03-21 10:32 pm UTC (link)
	"That's true but it's odd to have to hunt, kill and then eat? I'll do it when I have to but it's not my preferred way of shooting," he admitted. It would be much easier if they had shops or something to shop at. "Thanks, you're pretty good too. Where did you learn?" he asked curiously. "I'm clint by the way." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

today_sucks
2019-03-23 08:25 pm UTC (link)

"Oh yeah, I'm not into that," Clint agreed, because it was kinda weird. He wasn't a fan, and felt bad every time he did it, even if he got the necessity of it. "I'm a pizzatarian when I can be, so it's rough."

He paused then, because, oh shit introductions. And this wasn't like, just making a new pal, apparently. It was more like the Peter, Peter and Peter situation. Probably. Because the chances were too outlandish to be anything else. "Really," he said, awkward. "I'm Clint, too."

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