"Okay, wandering, first thing is first, don't wander into the hospital, or the church, or the woods. The town in general is the wander scope of things unless stated otherwise. It's like a cardinal rule here or something and the hospital is just plan fucking creepy." And if he could avoid that mind fuck of an excursion again, he'd like to. "Second, this is Marrowood, it's not directly linked to anywhere we know of, don't ask me how you got here, because I have no fucking clue, you just did. Accept that fact and move on."
Not that Clint expected a hell of a lot of questions out of tall, dark and stoic. Whatever personality Bucky had once had it was evidently not part of the Winter Soldier's programming in any form or fashion. Flipping through a post on the network, Clint finally found the name, "Jefferson! I knew it was something weird. Okay, he's important, you'll see for yourself." And Clint really hoped he could get away with this.
"Where was I? Oh, right, the town. It's creepy as shit, and weird ass shit happens, but there's a point to it and that's evidently why we're here. People communicate on the device thing, most of it is bullshit and doesn't really matter but there's the occasional gem about random shit going on. Useful sometimes." Clint took a breath and shook his head, dismissing something before a thought even really formed.
Reaching the tailors shop, Clint peered in the window, glad to see that Bucky's double was there. "Okay, um... don't like freak or anything when you see this guy, it's totally legit and things, just ... go with it, eh?" With another shrug, Clint mentally said fuck it and opened up the door to the tailors for what might be the most chaotic meeting of his adult life.