[ This isn't like Loki, fingers in his brain, loyalty overwritten and carved deep into his very marrow. Sometimes, Clint thinks Loki's never left, despite Natasha's best efforts. But its been years since he's felt this unmoored. His mind is a whirlwind, a lash of anxiety and confusion and guilt, steely determination undercutting it all.
Clint can feel them -- distant, echoing, like knuckles rapping at doors, the splash of his unbound emotions lapping at the shore. Curiousity from some, a sort of knowing from all. But dim at best. There are two others though, bright like supernovas, the dying light of a star guiding him in -- ice/pain/allof--/heat/battle/so that they may live/yes -- and Clint shies away. The pain from whatever he'd ripped from his skull has faded, but this place is enough of a pain in and of itself.
Maybe a bit more mapping will help with that? So Clint explores as he's told to, shifting the quiver on his back and scouting ahead like he's used to. It's somewhat calming, easing him down slowly, right up until he turns the corner and spots Sam there. ]
Well, shit. [ Clint agrees, shrugging and forgetting for a moment that he's not quite healed. Thin lines of pain tense at the corners of his mouth, blue eyes dark. ] Guess they wanted a complete set of birds, huh?
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Clint can feel them -- distant, echoing, like knuckles rapping at doors, the splash of his unbound emotions lapping at the shore. Curiousity from some, a sort of knowing from all. But dim at best. There are two others though, bright like supernovas, the dying light of a star guiding him in -- ice/pain/allof--/heat/battle/so that they may live/yes -- and Clint shies away. The pain from whatever he'd ripped from his skull has faded, but this place is enough of a pain in and of itself.
Maybe a bit more mapping will help with that? So Clint explores as he's told to, shifting the quiver on his back and scouting ahead like he's used to. It's somewhat calming, easing him down slowly, right up until he turns the corner and spots Sam there. ]
Well, shit. [ Clint agrees, shrugging and forgetting for a moment that he's not quite healed. Thin lines of pain tense at the corners of his mouth, blue eyes dark. ] Guess they wanted a complete set of birds, huh?