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sixthiterationlogs2017-12-01 08:51 pm
pretendtoneedme) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-12-01 08:51 pm
Fever 'Cause I'm Breaking, Fever Got Me Aching
WHO: Clint Barton
WHERE: House 20 and the Inn
WHEN: November 30 to December 2, December 3
OPEN TO: Any
WARNINGS: Illness? Might change, but nothing off the bat
( November 30-December 2, Illness at House 20 Because Someone Is Stupid )
Apparently running around outside before, during, and after an ice storm without the proper clothing to be bundled up in, not sleeping nearly enough, and not eating properly can make a person deliriously sick. Who knew. Clint had been so frantic about Wanda's disappearance that he'd spent a week and a half combing the village and the surrounding area inch by inch, not taking proper care of himself at all, and by the time she'd been found it had been too late. Not that he realized it at the time, but only a handful of days later and the truth had been all too apparent.
He'd literally collapsed in the middle of the kitchen the morning of the 27th as he'd been preparing to go hunting. At least it was his own house, and easy enough to get him back into bed after that unintentionally dramatic episode, but he was burning with fever and it was kind of a miracle he'd even made it out of bed and down a flight of stairs. The next two and a half days were spent in a fever delirium, alternately burning and freezing, images flashing through his mind that were warped by the fever almost beyond recognizing and undoubtedly a fair number of bewildering things coming from his mouth when he was halfway conscious. But late night on the 29th, it finally breaks, and as he regains coherency he's allowed to start having visitors. He's restricted to the house for a bit more to let him recuperate and his strength is returning, though it's definitely slower than it would be at home. But that doesn't make him any less bored, and therefore antsy. He'll welcome pretty much any visitor as a distraction.
( December 3, Cabin Fever Leads to the Inn and Cards )
Clint's not been to the inn in over a week, and when he does show up, his appearance is a bit more... ragged than it had been. Everyone's a bit of a mess here, without the comforts of home, but he's paler than he had been, with shadows of rings under his eyes, and though it's hard to see under all the clothing he's a little thinner. It's very obvious he doesn't have as much energy as he did this same time last month. But he'd hit the point his wife had always despaired over, where he just had to get out of the house, and the inn has the most traffic and therefore the most people to see if he takes a sudden header onto the hearth.
He doesn't go empty-handed, though, because that won't solve his restlessness, although truthfully his solution isn't that energetic - since Wanda would give him that Look if he pushed too hard. But Sam left behind a deck of cards when he disappeared, Clint and Wanda had kept them, and now he's shuffling them at one of the tables and looking for anyone willing to play a round of anything with him. Whatever else he's lost, that dexterity in his hands and fingers is still top notch.
WHERE: House 20 and the Inn
WHEN: November 30 to December 2, December 3
OPEN TO: Any
WARNINGS: Illness? Might change, but nothing off the bat
( November 30-December 2, Illness at House 20 Because Someone Is Stupid )
Apparently running around outside before, during, and after an ice storm without the proper clothing to be bundled up in, not sleeping nearly enough, and not eating properly can make a person deliriously sick. Who knew. Clint had been so frantic about Wanda's disappearance that he'd spent a week and a half combing the village and the surrounding area inch by inch, not taking proper care of himself at all, and by the time she'd been found it had been too late. Not that he realized it at the time, but only a handful of days later and the truth had been all too apparent.
He'd literally collapsed in the middle of the kitchen the morning of the 27th as he'd been preparing to go hunting. At least it was his own house, and easy enough to get him back into bed after that unintentionally dramatic episode, but he was burning with fever and it was kind of a miracle he'd even made it out of bed and down a flight of stairs. The next two and a half days were spent in a fever delirium, alternately burning and freezing, images flashing through his mind that were warped by the fever almost beyond recognizing and undoubtedly a fair number of bewildering things coming from his mouth when he was halfway conscious. But late night on the 29th, it finally breaks, and as he regains coherency he's allowed to start having visitors. He's restricted to the house for a bit more to let him recuperate and his strength is returning, though it's definitely slower than it would be at home. But that doesn't make him any less bored, and therefore antsy. He'll welcome pretty much any visitor as a distraction.
( December 3, Cabin Fever Leads to the Inn and Cards )
Clint's not been to the inn in over a week, and when he does show up, his appearance is a bit more... ragged than it had been. Everyone's a bit of a mess here, without the comforts of home, but he's paler than he had been, with shadows of rings under his eyes, and though it's hard to see under all the clothing he's a little thinner. It's very obvious he doesn't have as much energy as he did this same time last month. But he'd hit the point his wife had always despaired over, where he just had to get out of the house, and the inn has the most traffic and therefore the most people to see if he takes a sudden header onto the hearth.
He doesn't go empty-handed, though, because that won't solve his restlessness, although truthfully his solution isn't that energetic - since Wanda would give him that Look if he pushed too hard. But Sam left behind a deck of cards when he disappeared, Clint and Wanda had kept them, and now he's shuffling them at one of the tables and looking for anyone willing to play a round of anything with him. Whatever else he's lost, that dexterity in his hands and fingers is still top notch.
December 1st
Wanda took over for Beverly at every possible moment, unwilling to leave Clint's side. He had given her so much, this was the least that she could do in return. She made him stay in bed, got him water and food, cleaned up and walked Arado so he wouldn't need to worry and made sure that the house was heated with the firewood she had collected that summer.
She pushed open Clint's door while holding a plate of dried meats and a small pitcher of water. This wasn't the first time that their captors have played with their minds but that didn't make it any easier to face him. "How are you feeling?" She asked, her infection and tone back to normal.
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But at least Wanda was back. He'd gone down when she was still out, but upon coming back to the land of coherency he could tell that Wanda was herself again, with all of her memories and feelings. While it was sad that she was once again aware of the death of her brother, everything else about that development was a good thing, and he could only give a quiet sigh of relief at that - and then start coughing as his body protested again. "Fever broken" didn't mean "healed," after all.
"Better," he responded, his voice rough and not at full volume, but at least consistent. He'd propped himself up in his bed against the headboard just for a change of position, since he still couldn't move around as well as he wanted. Ignoring the meat but taking the water to carefully sip it before asking, "You okay?"
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She offered him a weak smile. "I'm fine." She took a seat at his side as she set up everything on the table next to him. Wanda had moved this chair here a few days before and since then it'd been where she spent a good majority of her time. "Everything is fully back now. All of my memories." The return of her memories had been slow, a lot happened through the middle of the night but smaller details were starting to return with alarming clarity.
"I'm sorry Clint." This was all her fault.
Wanda leaned forward, gently placing the back of her fingers against Clint's forehead as he sipped the water. His fever had broken the day before but he was still very warm to the touch.
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But for the moment, Wanda was there, whole and completely herself and that was the best news he'd heard in months. He had very few lifelines in this place, and she was one of the biggest. Setting the glass on the nightstand, he reached up to take her fingers in his, gripping them tight to reassure her that he was okay, or at least that he'd be okay. "You don't have to apologize - it's this place, whatever the hell they're doing. You didn't do it. I've gotta apologize to you."
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Wanda met his gaze with a sad smile, squeezing his fingers softly in return. "I know Clint." That wasn't the only thing on her mind. "What if they do it again with you or anyone else's memories? There is no way to stop it and no way to know when its happened."
She paused, sorting through the turbulent thoughts in her head. "We weren't always on the same side." Her lips curled inward while her tongue wet her lips. "There is no way to know what we'll remember Clint. What if you have to fight me or if I have to fight you or Natasha or anyone else." She exhaled, feeling the rush of worries as they spilled from her lips. "I don't want to hurt anyone."
Wanda closed her eyes and exhaled.
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They were still there.
"Come on, sit down." Tugging on her hand, Clint shifted in his bed to give her room to sit next to him; when she was settled, he looped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in to lean on him. Clint wasn't very touchy-feely outside of family, but Wanda had long since crossed that barrier and had definitely earned anything she needed from him. It was the very least he could do since it was because of him she no longer had her brother. "I know you don't. And you're not gonna - if anyone's gotta hurt anyone, it's gonna be me. I've got a lot more practice at it than you."
He let the quiet come back for a moment, before continuing. "And it's my fault, too - I got lost in my own head for awhile there. Just... all this shit, being here, not being there - I wasn't paying attention to anything. To you. I didn't realize you were losing anything until it was too late. I failed you, and I can't make up for that."
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"No. You didn't fail me." He hadn't stopped trying to find her and he didn't stop convincing her to come back. Wanda remembered everything through that time and Clint had showed that he really cared.
"We're stronger together. I just... this place wants to pull us apart."
Wanda didn't know about the future of the Avengers but it wasn't hard to guess based off of how both Clint and Steve had reacted to her. Everything was falling apart, it didn't matter where they went, there would always be pieces scattered in their path. "If something is bothering you, you should tell me." Wanda paused before continuing. "And I'll tell you too. No more secrets."