|Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2016-04-16 21:47:00
|Entry tags:||!closed, maryanne walker (oe), ~clint barton (comic)|
It was getting late. She knew it. She almost hated giving up the search, even if she'd been in places that she hadSn't seen in a few years. But she also knew that FRIDAY had been thorough. Before all the kids, she would have spent days searching. Bloody paws or no.
But now she did have babies. She couldn't spend another night away from them, or Clint.
Climbing in the window, well aware of how raw and pained her paws were, she simply flopped on the floor. Leaving as little mess as she could. Vowing to clean it up when she'd lain down for a little bit.
Blood matted the fur around each pad. Some pads missing an entire layer of skin. It hurt to walk. It hurt to climb. Maryanne just lay where she flopped.