Who:Clint Barton & Loki Odinson When: Beginning of apocalypse things Where: Out and around town? What: Randomly bumping into people while randomly out doing things (idk this might change) Warnings: Potential for mild language. Status: In progress.
It had to say something that Clint was getting used to the random carnage that was the OC. He definitely hadn't been banking on this when he'd left San Fran, he'd thought that maybe the OC would be a little quieter actually. Apparently not.
With the weather taking a massive turn for what one would call 'end of days' style monsoon meets volcano meets a plague of your choice, it seemed a little more sensible to maybe not be out wandering the streets. Of course logic wasn't everyone's strong point, was it? Least of all in this place. It seemed like everyone wanted to go out and stare at the masses of dark clouds rolling over the usually sunny and bright bay. Which, really? When a giant spider almost killed people and tried to eat a building, why would you do that?
Clint had only gone out to get enough stuff so that his dog would not cannibalise him (probably not cannibalism if he was not a dog and Lucky was, but the concern was there) and instead he ended up breaking up two fights, helping a woman out of her car that she drove into a building and avoiding one riot -seriously, what the hell were people thinking?
And through it all, there was an open coffee shop. Clint actually stopped on his way to the store to debate going into the coffee shop. Evidently he was as insane as everyone else. Especially since his idiotic thought process almost got him run over by maniacs driving while staring through windows at blankets of blackness.