[ Clint never thought of himself as a savior either, really. Maybe from the shadows, taking out threats from up on high, silent, unknown kills that kept the world turning. Until he joined a superhero team. Until SHIELD turned out to be HYDRA, and Clint got used to the fact that some of his missions might not have been what he'd thought.
Still, that was years ago, and right now he's on the edges of a rally with his mind stitched haphazardly together. Petre doesn't escape notice, but he really does just look like any other kid out there. Thin faced and mousy, he probably wouldn't have pinged Clint's awareness. But he does, somehow -- and maybe it's the hive, pointing them out with little sparking threads.
Clint's gaze flicks over, head tilted, brow furrowed briefly. ]
Barton. [ Easily, though he shifts to better face this newcomer. Jokes, because that's easy too, a fallback if anything. ] Guessing you're part of the welcoming committee?
no subject
Still, that was years ago, and right now he's on the edges of a rally with his mind stitched haphazardly together. Petre doesn't escape notice, but he really does just look like any other kid out there. Thin faced and mousy, he probably wouldn't have pinged Clint's awareness. But he does, somehow -- and maybe it's the hive, pointing them out with little sparking threads.
Clint's gaze flicks over, head tilted, brow furrowed briefly. ]
Barton. [ Easily, though he shifts to better face this newcomer. Jokes, because that's easy too, a fallback if anything. ] Guessing you're part of the welcoming committee?