Who: Clint and open to whoever's staying in the Banner's Warehouse! What: Clint gets a mini freakout Where: Banner's/Avenger's/whatever it's called warehouse When: Night of the 15th Status/Rating: Complete/On the low side
Ever since meeting with Dark the night before Clint felt like he couldn't get clean. Nor could he get the images of a potential happy future with Natasha out of his mind. True it wouldn't be anywhere near a traditional wedding with them but he really didn't give a damn. It was a dream he had and maybe one day it'd get fulfilled. Rubbing his eyes, he decided to take a nice hot shower to relax himself with and hopefully get tired enough for bed. Grabbing a change of clothes for the night, he headed into the bathroom and got the water to the temperature he liked before stripping and stepping in.
A groan escaped his throat as the hot spray washed over him. He pressed his hands against the wall the showerhead was on and just stood there for several minutes, letting the water hit his back and shoulders. He turned eventually and began getting himself cleaned up. Shutting the water off, he stepped out of the shower and began drying off before he pulled on his boxers and a pair of loose pants. Draping the towel over his head, he rubbed his short locks vigorously to get them mostly dry before bringing the towel down to pat his face dry. He glanced in the mirror and he froze, a pit of dread rising in his stomach. His eyes...
He leaned forward and checked them to make sure before he looked at the bathroom door. Then he looked back at the mirror, suppressing his fear when he noted they were their normal blue. Calming his pulse down, he hung the towel up before double checking his eyes again. Not seeing any trace of the Tesseract blue in them, he left the bathroom and went to the kitchen to pour himself a double shot of vodka. Those that knew him could tell he was shaken, though he was chalking it up to some PTSD. He really needed to find someone now to talk to. Work through his issues.