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Jan 23 2018, 03:26 AM
Clint hated the cold, it didn't sit well. He had enough of it, especially by now. Reminded him of growing up. Winter's were the worst with the circus. He hated the cold.
Leaning on a bench Clint looked around, a hotdog in one hand, coffee in the other. One thing was good about the cold. The park was almost dead. A few people hurried past but most didn't pay much attention. If they stopped they got cold. Simple as that. Not that anyone would recognize him. Wearing a toque and puffy jacket, he blended in. Barley recognized himself either. At least the coffee was helping to keep warm.
He looked at his phone, where was he. He understood the risk with this. But so far it had turned out fine. With Wanda, Sharon, even Tony. Maybe he was taking more risks, but it worked out. It would be nice to catch up with Sam. He didn't know the guy that well. They worked briefly together. But he was Steve's friend, that worked well with him. Like Bucky, he was someone who Steve trusted greatly. To Clint that was everything. Still from what he'd seen of Sam he was fun, probably one of the only guys who could match him with the witty comments. Was he his replacement? Clint just smirked to himself at the thought.
Taking a sip of the coffee he debated sending out a text. He hoped the guy was just running later, and didn't run into trouble. If he bailed Clint hoped he would have sent a message to say so at least. Either way, this wasn't the best meeting spot either. Right out in the middle of public, in the cold. But it worked better than a diner. He could only pull so many favours.
I'm by the bench if you see me. Wearing the black coat. With the hotdog.
There text sent, now all he had to do was wait.
| let me know if this works as a starter
Jan 16 2018, 05:20 AM
Clint cursed under his breath as he tried to adjust the heat. It was cold, dam cold. Why didn't places like these have fireplaces. He pulled the blanket around him tighter as he moved around the room. Lucky was bundled up in blankets. Clint looked back at Barney, "Futzin cold. I think the power's off. The heat stopped." He leaned on the counter, reaching for the pot of now cold coffee. Taking a sip he leaned back.
"To futzing cold. I hooked up a generator on the roof, for times like this. Just need to turn it on. Are you getting any signal on your phone? Have you gotten any messages from Kate?" Clint shrugged off the blanket and moved up the stairs to his bed. He came down a few minutes later wearing his bright winter jacket and toque. He tossed a two way radio at Barney and moved towards the door. He stopped and reached for his quiver. Better to be safe than sorry.
"Stay on the line. Let me know when the lights are back on or whatever." He smiled as he moved to the roof access. Opening the door he had to throw his shoulder in to it, it was frozen, barely budging. Once he did though he was shoved outside into the cold. The air hit his face, like daggers against the skin. Raising his arm he covered his face. Stumbling forward he came down to the generator.
Reaching for the walked talkie he pressed the button to talk. "Yeah I don't think the generator is going to works, its frozen solid. Don't think it's going to run anytime soon." He stepped back, moving back to the roof acecess, closing the door behind him. "We're going to need something to keep warm. Not just us, everyone here. There's a hardware store down the street. I'm going to head out and see what's there. Maybe they have some sort of heater device or something. Stay on the line, I'll keep you updated."
Moving down the steps Clint reached the front of the apartment. Tucking the radio in his pocket and securing the quiver strap he stepped out the door. The cold hit him but he kept going, heading towards the hardware store. It was hard to see, he could barely see anything. The snow hit hard and he had to stop every so often catch his breath. He could feel his body getting colder and colder as he went.
Coming to the hardware store he could hear yelling, the sound of glass breaking. Getting low Clint pressed himself up agaisnt a car. In front of the hardware store were a group in snow suits, they had crowbars and baseballs bats. All of them wore ski masks and one was smashing the glass in the front window. With the power out for most of Brooklyn the alarms weren't going off.
Clint wasn't concerned about them looting, afterall he was here to do the same thing. Right now he just needed what was in there to keep his building warm. People were depending on him.
| Open, small group of looters. Main focus of the thread will be more on keeping people warm, fed, and safe.
Jan 4 2018, 10:02 PM
Clint liked to check up on those he cared about. He texted his team, checked in with Wanda, Nat, and Sharon all he could. He had a lot on his mind. Coming across those on his team, New and old, they set something in perspective. He needed to choose where to go, what to do. Doing nothing wasn't helping anyone, and he needed to either stay in the shadows like Steve and Nat. Or he needed to join back up with Tony and Thor. Either way he needed to do something.
Coming to Kate's house of residence he stopped. It was dark, night time. He checked his phone for any message, any notification that Kate was out doing something else. Knowing she was gone he climbed to the roof and slipped in an open window. Twirling the bow he set it on the bed, the not visible.
"Figured Hawkeye needs the bow"
It took some digging but he was able to recover it. It wasn't just any bow, it was the bow. The one used in the New York Incident, the one used in sokovia. It fit that a Hawkeye should be using it. He sure wasn't right now. Not dressed as a ninja, mask on his face. Right now he was using a sword, and shurikens. Kate would get better use out of this. If he needed another, he could get one. He didn't my think he would be needing one though.
Clint knew the house to be empty, as he moved out in the hall though he could hear a noise coming from the level below. Flipping over the bannister he landed down in front of the last person he expected to see. Barney Barton, his brother. Clint acted instantly. He drew his short sword and pressed it to the man's neck. Pushing him back he forced him up agaisnt the wall.
The voice modulator on his neck activated as he spoke. "Why are you here. You don't belong here. Why are you here." He slammed his fist into the wall beside the man. He didn't need his brother around. After all these years he shows up now, why. What did he want? What did he have to gain. What good would come from this. He would just Kate in trouble. Clint wouldn't allow that.
"Why are you back in the city. Why are you with her here." There was anger in his voice. He wanted answers.
Jan 3 2018, 03:40 AM
Clint checked his burner phone, tapping his finger against the side as he did. He had came into contact with Wanda the last few days. The typical check in he did with anyone who would answer. Responding to messages through secure lines and safe channels. For him it was normal, spy work never changed it.
He didn't know why Wanda was in New York, but he knew if she was they had to get together. So he set up a place to meet. A small diner in Brooklyn. He knew the people who worked it, the son of the owner living in his apartment. He would be lying if he said he didn't eat one to many meals here. But having pulls meant he could have it closed down, at least for the day. A favour for helping them out with a few things. He would pay though. Some how. But at least it was quiet. Not that it was ever overly busy. It would just be safer this way.
Lucky sat by his feet, laying down now that no one was passing. Clint reached down to scratch his one eyed dog behind the ear. A smile sat on his face. "We'll eat soon boy. Don't worry." He leaned up against the diner, his hand went to the back of his neck as he sent out a text.
Hey, I'm out front. Ready to eat when you are
Letting out a sigh he tucked the phone away. He hoped nothing was wrong. Maybe he should call. She was probably just running late, being careful. He didn't blame her. This was a risk. Two of them in one place. But it would be worth it in the end. They needed to keep in touch and update each other. Had to fight this, or at least get over it.
Clint pushed off the wall. He looked around, wondering if she was watching. He didn't exactly blend in. A bright red jacket, toque on his head. He rubbed the scruffy beard on his face and let out another sigh. Maybe he should just go in and eat, watch from the window. At least have some coffee.
Lucky sat up and Clint nodded. "Alright lets go. Inside where it's warm."
| hopefully this works
Dec 12 2017, 02:33 AM
Clint darted through the trees, running as he did. He weaved among them people fleeing in the opposite direction. A roar erupted through the trees and Clint made sure the mask he wore was tightly around his face. He had his swords on his back, one long one short. A belt of shurikens were nestled tightly. He moved toward the sound, his booted feet running a lung the fresh snow and dead leaves.
The police radio has listened a disturbance. But it was still early into a call. It would be a while before the police arrived. They'd shut down exits and deal with it then. Clint came to a clearing and ducked low behind a tree, dressed in all black he blended in with the shadows of the dark sky. Out ahead he could see the source of the large roars.
Out before in a small clearing was a bear. It stood thirteen feet tall on its back legs, letting out another roar. The beast covered in a mixture of fur and scales. It hard large green pustules showing beneath the skin, in clumps. This matched the green in it's eyes. Clint followed the eyes to the mouth, two large rows of teeth lined it. Snarling and drooling. He shook his head, this was a lot different than thugs, but should be nothing he could handle. Right now he was really wishing for his bow.
Rushing forward he drew his short sword. Sliding underneath the beast's legs as it came down he tried to cut the underbelly. It didn't budge, didn't cut. The blade barely made a scratch. The bear dropped down on all four legs and turned quickly on the man. Clint rolled out of the way just in time for it to come down with its front paws. It swatted and pawed at him, but Clint rolled and dodged as it did.
Moving back Clint got to his feet. He tried to run but the bear was faster. Moving past him and skidded to a stop and let out a roar. Clint stopped in his tracks and started to back peddle, reaching for his shurikens. Grabbing three he stuck them between his gloved fingers and launched them at the beast. They bounced off but it was enough to stop it from attacking. Clint just had to get close with his blade, this was the only way.
He was in way over his head. Some kind of mutant bear with claws and teeth. He had swords and nothing seemed to hurt it. He needed backup, but he couldn't exactly call Wanda or Sam. Hell he couldn't call anyone, his phone was at home. But this was well above what he could do. But he couldn't leave, and he couldn't let it leave the park. Very least he could preoccupy it till someone else showed up and then flee the scene.
What he wouldn't give for Tony or Rhodey right now. Hell even Scott going big would be better than flicking rocks at it. He was going to die
| Clint is in his Ronin gear, just letting you know