pretendtoneedme: (crossing the fields)
Clint "Hawkeye" Barton ⇢ ([personal profile] pretendtoneedme) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs 2017-04-30 10:43 pm (UTC)

Only technically. He would've been one of the youngest fathers ever if he really was her father. And that would've been fucking creepy.

But still, he's got truthful answer for that. "Nah, I'm your partner, and partners do things like stop each other from refusing to eat if there's a chance. Come on, it's not that far." Partners are supposed to prevent Dumb Shit. There's always a lot of other Dumb Shit going on with them anyway, so it really is best to minimize it as much as possible. Clint disappears back inside the mill for a moment to grab his tool kit, which only takes a few seconds, and picks up the mug he'd been drinking from before turning and heading heading back the way Nat had come, over the bridge.

"I meant exactly that - 'kind of dangerous things.' We don't know how we got here or what we're doing here, other than surviving. And sometimes things that can hurt you show up." He knows she'll keep up, both physically and mentally, but there's just so much unknown about this situation that it's hard to know where to start. Well, start with what he's experienced personally. "There was a... an infestation of what we thought were fireflies a couple weeks ago, but they could bite you and get you sick, fever and delusions. Sam and I both got it, Wanda and Peggy didn't. Before that it was lightning, and a guy was struck head on and died. Before I got here, a girl was killed by a 'beast,' something that was like a wolf but walked on two legs and was a lot bigger. A group hunted it down and killed it, but then the corpse just vanished overnight."

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