Who: Hawkeye (Comic) and Thor Where: Edge of the woods What: Clint's Bored=Target Practice When: Thursday Afternoon Warings: Some language Open: Yes
Clint knew that everyone seemed to be worried about the power and the loss of their own powers but there was only so much he could do. He'd been patrolling at least a few hours every day but he'd gone slack on his practice, so when he got bored he decided it would probably be a good idea to get some training in. So he put on his sweats and a t-shirt and made his way to the edge of the city. When he spotted a treeline he decided it'd be better than nothing and made his way toward them. Once he got to the trees he pulled off his bow and quiver, digging a small target out of a pocket in the bottom of his quiver and set it up on one of the trees, picking up his things again and going back away from the trees in to the space between the city and the woods, starting about a hundred feet back.
After a while he moved further back and when he'd been at it for almost an hour undisturbed he decided to take a bit of a risk and reached up to take out his hearing aids, tucking them away in his pocket. He liked to practice without them, just in case something ever happened that left him without, but he usually preferred to be in a room a room he could shut up and lock. It left him at a disadvantage, which he never liked to do.
But at the same time, he liked it, being able to shut out that part of the world and just focus on himself and his bow. It was centering and as long as he didn't think too much about the fact someone could probably get the jump on him, it helped him relax.
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Thor had found the power outage to be somewhat of a minor irritant. While he certainly did not need the electricity to lead his daily life, he had come to enjoy his daily cup of coffee immensely, and while he had tried to reproduce it by shaking together cold water and coffee grounds, it had not been nearly as satisfying.
Alas, he would have to wait until the power returned. Tony Stark had said that he would repair it, and he doubted not that he would.
For the moment, he was simply wandering the island, seeking what amusement he might. He was still displeased about being so ripped from Asgard. He had duties and responsibilities there that far outweighed any purpose he could find for being on this island, and he wished very much to return to them, post haste.
It was also galling that he could not leave - he, the King of Asgard, trapped like a mouse in a cage.
He approached the forest, and suddenly realized that he was not alone. He tensed for a moment before recognizing a familiar face, and broke out in a friendly smile.
"Clint Barton," he cried, closing the distance between them. "But...you, I think, are not the one to whom I have already spoken. This is a strange place indeed, that copies may be made of people!"
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Clint didn't notice Thor coming, too tuned in to himself and his small target, shooting off arrows in to it one after another, occasionally using one of his trick arrows to net a small bush nearby or wrap a bola around a high branch. Sure he'd have to go back and collect and reset them all later but he wanted the practice and it was something familiar, something that didn't seem to be affected by this strange place. And for once he was at an advantage, still strong and capable because he was a normal human and not in spite of it.
It was only when Thor was almost next to him that he paused long enough to feel his steps, hear the faint noise that meant someone was talking nearby and he swung around, his bow still in hand with an arrow notched and ready. When he realized quickly that whoever this was, he wasn't a threat he lowered the weapon and quickly tucked the arrow back in his quiver. "Hold on." He told him, probably a little too loudly. He reached in to his pocket and quickly put his hearing aids back in, wincing when one of them whistled for a moment before he could adjust it. "Sorry, what were you saying?" he asked, looking back to the other man. There was a definitely familiarity to him but he couldn't quite place it yet.
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Thor raised an eyebrow, rather confused by the fact that Clint Barton did not seem in any way to recognize him. This island was full of strange sorcery; perhaps it was not he at all, but rather a lookalike who knew him not.
He shifted his weight, crossing his arms for a moment before speaking.
"Ah, you do not know me then? This place is strange beyond reason, for I know you well."
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Clint was still messing with one of the little devices in his ear, slinging his bow across his chest and staring at the bigger man. "Thor?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in his direction. He sounded like him and had a definite similar look but things were different too.
"Yeah uh, nope. I'm from a different place than other me, but uh, good to meet you? I know another you." he shrugged, finally getting his hearing aid set right and leaving it be. "Sorry bout that."