Francis Barton | Hawkeye (nexthawkeye) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2015-09-19 02:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | francis barton |
WHO: Francis Barton and open.
WHEN: Afternoon.
WHERE: The cemetery.
WHAT: Hawkeye's getting impatient.
RATING: TBD.
STATUS: In progress.
With James' voice still ringing in his ears, shouting that ridiculous rallying cry he actually couldn't object against, Francis notched his arrow and drew the string back. Two hours since they'd defeated Ultron. The Scavengers were safe from the most dire threat, but there were about ten thousand robots in Ultra City who needed arrows in their heads. And who knew how many more all over these United States. And at the rate his new friends were going at it, he already knew he wasn't going to get sleep any time soon. He drew in a shallow breath, and released the arrow. It pierced through metal, and Francis looked up, fully expecting it to plummet down onto the broken asphalt.
That never happened. He breathed fresh air, not yet polluted by Ultron's forces. With no layers of rubble to deter, the sun shone down on him. If it weren't for the fact that he very clearly was in a cemetery, he might have even liked it. After all, he'd never seen the sky be this gorgeous shade of blue, seen nature persist like this. His first steps were on grass, lovely green spongy grass, not cement or sand. A brief memory surfaced - playing in park, looking up to his father and a bright blue sky. And then he came up with the only logical explanation.
"Am I dead?"
Fuck, he hoped not. He kicked at a headstone that looked about fifteen times older than he was, angrily swiped his bow through the air. No Avengers. No drones. With adrenaline still ringing through his veins, he needed something to fight, someone to punch. "Come on," he yelled.