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kore_logs2013-01-17 12:32 pm
beenunmade) wrote in kore_logs2013-01-17 12:32 pm
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Who: Clint and Loki.
Where: The beach.
When: Day 29 (backdated).
What: Clint comes back?
A small part of him may have hoped to wake up in the helicarrier where there was some normalcy. Even if that was all kicked to the curb with what happened with Loki. Another part of him might have liked it if he had woken up just as he had been when he arrived. At least he knew what to expect out of that. Not really death but a start of something similar. Failure. Most agents would think betrayal, but he would have Natasha there at least. He guessed the rest of the Avengers, but then again...Clint never really held out any hope of having sleep-overs or watching the football game with any of those guys. He was fine with it being just like that -- not knowing what to do next, but just living alongside all of them.
What he never really expected was to just prefer for the time being to lay. He knew he was facing the sky, he could feel the sun on his face. He knew he was at the beach -- it wasn't the cold water washing over him. It was the continuous pull back into the ocean that told him that. Clint wasn't typically the type of person to lay back and allow things to happen to him. But at this point he was pretty much like 'Dear God just let me pretend I'm somewhere that's not here.' It really didn't work. The last thing he could remember was sitting on the roof after getting ready to leave and the next moment.
The next moment he was laying here. He didn't know how much time had passed. The temptation to float away out to see was there; it was an escape.
Where: The beach.
When: Day 29 (backdated).
What: Clint comes back?
A small part of him may have hoped to wake up in the helicarrier where there was some normalcy. Even if that was all kicked to the curb with what happened with Loki. Another part of him might have liked it if he had woken up just as he had been when he arrived. At least he knew what to expect out of that. Not really death but a start of something similar. Failure. Most agents would think betrayal, but he would have Natasha there at least. He guessed the rest of the Avengers, but then again...Clint never really held out any hope of having sleep-overs or watching the football game with any of those guys. He was fine with it being just like that -- not knowing what to do next, but just living alongside all of them.
What he never really expected was to just prefer for the time being to lay. He knew he was facing the sky, he could feel the sun on his face. He knew he was at the beach -- it wasn't the cold water washing over him. It was the continuous pull back into the ocean that told him that. Clint wasn't typically the type of person to lay back and allow things to happen to him. But at this point he was pretty much like 'Dear God just let me pretend I'm somewhere that's not here.' It really didn't work. The last thing he could remember was sitting on the roof after getting ready to leave and the next moment.
The next moment he was laying here. He didn't know how much time had passed. The temptation to float away out to see was there; it was an escape.
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In all appropriateness, he should have left that body lie. Should've demonstrated unequivocally what ought to have been done with him the first time they did this little dance, when he was following instead of leading. Let go. Walk on.
But he doesn't. A hand as icy as the water takes firm grip of Clint's wrist and drags him up from the waves. Loki lifts him easily, cradles him like a child and enjoys the ignobility of that. He'll deliver him home, eventually. But the lighthouse is closer and despite Loki's preference the lighthouse is warm. Dry. A good place to rest.
And, like a good host, he'll not even chain his guest to a railing, or anything else.