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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 3
Finding Clint playing with a deck of cards at the inn, her first reaction isn't to ask to play, but one of shock. "Good lord!" she remarks, gaping at him. "What on earth happened to you?" she demands, hands on her hips as she looks at the gauntness in his chees and the bags under his eyes.
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Still, better bored than sick. And being bored and sick really doesn't do anyone any favors, especially when the one bored and sick is Clint freakin' Barton, who basically doesn't know how to stay still longer than a day. If that. "Came down with a fever." There's a look in his eyes that's practically daring Peggy to say that he needs to be in bed, because weak and recovering or not, he is not staying in that bed for yet another day. He continues to shuffle the cards as he answers her, at least part of himself keeping busy, even if it's just in a small way. "I had to go out in that ice storm, and it slammed into me about a week ago. Bev just let me out of the house."
Translation: he walked out the minute he was certain Bev wouldn't be chasing after him to pull him back and tie him down.
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She phrases it like a question, but the true trick of this is that it's secretly not. He's getting this whether he agrees to it or not and Peggy is already moving around the room in order to start work on boiling some water, both for tea and then to steam Clint.
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In a way, it was actually kind of funny. Being from the future meant that even Cho's machines that he's familiar with are old-fashioned or obsolete to his house's resident doctor, and once he was coherent he'd gotten to see her be frustrated at the level of medical treatment in this village, so far behind what he was used to, much less her. It was, at least, something to be amused about, when he didn't have much of a choice to focus on anything else.
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"Well, you're going to do it again," she tells him, as if questioning whether anything she'd said sounded as though he'd be getting an option. "How soon after the storm did this come on?" Mainly, she wants to know if it's a natural phenomenon or whether she ought to be cautiously watching out for more symptoms.
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"I don't need any more steam right now. And I thought we were out of tea." Clint'd definitely not heard of anyone in the village getting more lately, but he hadn't been paying as close attention to gift arrivals as he had early on, when everything that had appeared had seemed like a possible out. He still wants to get out and go home, but he's grown weary of jumping at shadows. "I was out after the storm, too, so... couple weeks from the storm first hitting, about a week after I started dressing right for the weather again?" Why, yes, he did just confess he was an idiot, obliquely.
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"We are out of tea, generally. I like you enough that you're sharing in mine," she says. "I have a plant at my home," she says. "It takes a bit of work, but it does end up in the right form." She settles beside him and presses her hand to the back of his forehead without permission, humming a little in disapproval, arching a brow.
"You waited a week after to start dressing appropriately? Clint," she says, quite disappointed.
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Shrugging his shoulders and ducking his head, Clint manages to get out from under Peggy's well-meaning temperature taking, but he's not excessively warm, especially not for the amount of bundling up he's got going on. His fever spike had been violent and longer than it would have been at home because of the lack of any sort of treatments, but it had passed a few days before. If anything, his forehead feels a little cool - but that pales in comparison to the look in his eyes, which is dark, almost haunted or angry. And what he says next explains everything.
"Wanda disappeared."
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"Right now, I want it to stimulate your immune system and steep the sick out of you," she tells him, which is a firm remark as to the fact that she will not be allowing him to get away without drinking the tea. She gives a hum at his skin, thinking that at least she doesn't have to worry too much.
At least, until he says what he does next. "She what?" she asks, alarmed. "When?"
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"Right before the ice storm. She's back, she's okay, but she ran out of the house." He's also not saying that she fled the one time he wouldn't have been able to chase after her - the day after the feast, when he'd been sleeping off a terrible hangover he'd given himself after mixing vodka, rye whiskey, bourbon, and whatever foul concoction Baze had had in his own jug. It'd been a coincidence she'd chosen to run then, but it was the worst possible time it could have happened. "She woke up that morning and didn't remember anything - I was looking for her for over a week, and I just kept missing her."
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"You're going to steep because I am here, and that's what I intend to do to you," she tells him, point-blank. She is very glad to hear that Wanda is back, though now that she puts the events together, she can perhaps see how Clint might have grown sick before he even says as much out loud. "Don't you dare think about putting some kind of tracking on her," Peggy warns. "It's not that large a place that we'll need it."