WHO:Clint & Sam WHEN: Friday; mid-dayish WHERE: The Library WHAT: Clint is checking up on Murder-House Bro Sam, MHB-Sam is not chill. RATING/WARNINGS: Low; Sammy has no soul, this shit might have some rudeness (also Clint's an ass) STATUS: In Progress
Tony was alive. Yay, party time. Only not, because hey, Tony was alive but it was a reminder that shit was likely to start going down again soon because no one else had been dead for a while. The fact that the passage of time could be measured in death was a little sad and worrying at times but Clint was almost getting desensitised to it -take that SHIELD torture resistance training.
So, the chance of death rates spiking was possible and the last thing Clint had really gotten to enjoy (and he used that word ironically) was the glass house of death and ghosts. Which of course reminded him that he hadn't heard or seen Sam in a while -Derek he saw, Derek liked to skulk around as much as Clint did, they just did it at different heights (and not because Clint was short and Derek was a fucking giant, no).
So! Checking up on Sam. Since Clint didn't know if Sam actually went home (was the Library home? Did he live there? Were books comfortable to sleep on? All important questions) it just stood to reason that he'd head there first to try and find the hunter. "Yo, Sammy." And rather than wander through the maze of learning and knowledge, he'd break the usual library rule with a casual yell. People got away with that if it was important, right?