zireaelofcintra (zireaelofcintra) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-08-26 11:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | cirilla fiona elen riannon, clint barton (hawkeye) |
Who: Clint Barton & Ciri
What: Post-dream unwinding, drinking and, uh, other activities.
When: After this [backdated]
Where: Clint's apartment
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Waking up had been rough. He’d honestly just waited a few hours, lying in bed and just processing. At least until the smell of smoke and ash and burning flesh got too much and he had to shower. Not that it helped. Two in and he was still smelling it, which made him worry that it was just going to be what he smelled now.
Maybe dying like that in the dreams meant that was it, that was what he was going to be left with.
It felt a little bit anticlimactic too. Sure, he died saving his friends, fighting invaders, but it felt wrong somehow, so soon after Scott died, he died, and he was sure that something bad was going to happen with Jennifer, the way she’d been reacting.
At least nothing was going to be awkward with Jan. God, she’d taken one hell of a hit too, as a tiny little Wasp too. Fuck, he had no idea how all that was going to turn out either, did he.
Ciri’s suggestion of just drinking until it stopped was all the better now.
He’d at least made a tiny bit of an effort to throw things in places before he’d just stepped into the shower -all the doors were open because why not? She’d find him in there anyway, it was expected and it wasn’t like Clint had anything resembling modesty anymore. He was already a quarter of the way through a bottle of shower gel, still smelling smoke with the water up as hot as he could humanly stand it.
Such a fucking mess.