Who: Clint What: Clint's hiding in a sentry tower thinking Where: Sentry tower When: Night of the 26 Status: Narrative Rating: Low
Clint sat perched up in his sentry tower with his rifle staring out at the darkened landscape surrounding the prison. Ever since the hatred and snide remarks from most of the prison about his being laid up had surfaced, Clint was pissed with all of them. Not a damn one of them ever thought to consider his thoughts and feelings about a supernatural being healing him. He still had nightmares about when Loki had messed with his mind and forced him to kill dozens of his fellow SHIELD agents and innocents in his mad scramble for power. But oh no. That couldn't matter. He had to grow a set and get back to work.
He was ready to leave this dump. Let these damn morons have their prison and get infected. He wanted to take Natasha out of here and just leave. Clearly they weren't wanted at all. No one gave a damn about them in the prison. Viktoria seemed to be the only one not a SHIELD agent or Avenger who cared for them and she lived at the inn. He was sick of it and this place and it's hypocrisy. No one outside of Natasha really had given him condolences about his brother. Or the fact he'd been forced to kill him. But anyone else who lost someone they cared for it was all hugs and encouragement. This place was turning out to be like a giant clique or something and it was grating on Clint's nerves. This place was suppose to be a safe haven where all were welcomed who needed it. But it definitely wasn't coming off like that.
He shifted in his seat and scanned the area through his night scope, popping off a lone zombie before he cleared the chamber and sat back, ignoring the cold. He didn't know what had made the people of this place change but they definitely hadn't changed for the better.