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Who: Clint and OPEN
Where: Outside around town.
When: Day 75 - Late morning.
What: Clint's hobbling around and tired of being bed ridden.
Warnings: Probably cursing because Clint doesn't know how to function without any of that.

It's been five days since Clint was plucked out of the forest by Jesse and Ned. He's probably going to have to get those two something to thank them, but he's not sure what the protocol for that is. He can't just give them an arrow and go about his business. Maybe he can teach them how to shoot or something? It couldn't hurt if they knew a skill set or something. Clint's got multiple skill sets, but almost all of them include violence of some sort. Knowing how to defend yourself could be useful in this place though. Maybe he could offer to teach them how to break a man's arm or something simple. Normal people would bake them cookies, but Clint didn't trust himself to not fuck those up royally.

One thing he is certain of though is that he's not going to stay in the attic any longer. He's tired of being in his bed and he's more tired of not being able to really function well on his own outside of his room. He's already decided to take a chance on his own outside when he's sure most of his roommates are out of the house. Sneaking out is hard when you have fresh stitches in your side and bruises all over. His stealth training was helpful, but he had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out when he clipped his hip on the edge of a counter going through the kitchen. He made it outside though and just feeling the sunshine on his face was helpful.

His face was still bruised and puffy, but the cuts were cleaned and scabbed over so that took away some of the ick factor that came with them. He was just happy to be mobile and on his own. The pain pill was starting to kick in the farther away from his house he got. Maybe this walk would do him some good.

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Ned's eyebrows climb high on his forehead when Clint describes his profession - he's so blunt and matter-of-fact about it, too. He isn't the first assassin that Ned's met here, but it's still shocking, hearing him declare it out loud. Ned really hopes that it's not just the pain medication making him more honest than he'd choose to be otherwise; that wouldn't be fair, and he'd feel guilty later for knowing what he now does about the other man.

Subtle or not, Clint concedes and agrees to go back with him, and Ned is greatly relieved. He stills when Clint reaches out for his shoulder, ready to reach out and steady him but not quite doing it just yet. Clint's hiding it pretty well, but Ned can tell he's in pain. Ned hates that he's in pain. He hates that someone hurt Clint so badly and just dumped him in the woods as if he were an animal.

As the two of them start to make their way back Ned plays along, jokes with Clint. Some people cope with embarrassment and pain in this way, he knows - by being glib and flippant. "Kenzi's not taller than you," he points out, with just a hint of amusement. If he gets a smack for that, it will have been well-earned. Then, he asks, "You know a guy named Thor? Or is that like, a spy name?"

Is Clint's name really a spy name, for that matter? It's a lot more convincing than something like Captain America or Thor, but it just now occurs to Ned that it might not be his given name.

Apparently before Clint showed up here a second time he had blabbed all about his profession to people. Kenzi knew what he did right off the bat. These people knew what he was capable of and he didn't feel any need to hide it from them. He probably would have blabbed about being an assassin no matter what state he was in. Plus the fear factor could come in handy if anyone wanted to try to mess with him. He might not be able to hold his own against the weird flighty chick who popped into his attic unannounced, but humans he'd do just fine against. She took multiple arrows and kept going. It was crazy and kinda frustrating for Clint.

"Kenzi's a pocket person. Jesus Christ. How does that girl get anything done? She can hardly reach the cabinets." He's not exactly reaching the ceiling himself, but she's a lot shorter than him. When he stands next to Kenzi he does feel a little bit better about himself. Makes him feel like he's ten feet tall or something. "Yeah. It's his birth name, man. He's a god actually. Lives in fuckin' space. Some place called Asgard. You know the legend of the dude with the big hammer? Apparently it's a big thing--I dunno. He's got hair like fabio and arms that are as big as beach balls. It's insane."

Sometimes Clint feels a little outnumbered with the Avengers. They all have this capability of impossible strength. Even Tony does, but that's because of the Iron Man suit. Clint's pretty sure that if Tony didn't have the suit he could kick that tiny man's ass. He was taller than Tony now that he thought about it. That little bastard. "You should meet Cap. He's a good dude. Very chill. He was on ice for about seventy years so sometimes he can be a little bit lame and not with the times."

"You know a guy. Named Thor. Who is actually a god. From outer space. With a giant magic hammer. Like the one in the myths?" He's not even gonna touch the whole Fabio hair or muscles description. It's not that he doubt Clint, exactly. He's heard some weird fucking stories from his fellow captives. But this actually might take the cake on unbelievability. Ned had been fond of all kind of mythology when he was at boarding school, so he's not unfamiliar with the names, but the whole alien angle is a new twist. Then again it's a scientific explanation for religion, and he's always been rather fond of those.

"I don't know what that means, 'on ice'." Gradually, the two of them are getting closer to the house, but Clint isn't going to be off the hook when they get there. Clearly he needs a bit of supervision (and, whether he likes it or not, nurturing). He might not be able to speed up Clint's healing, but he can at least make sure that he's well cared-for in the meantime. Part of that job is making sure he doesn't go batty with boredom, locked up in his attic. Ned just assumes the man he's talking about must be an old man, in his 80s or 90s.

"Yeah. He's got a dickhead for a brother and he's got the hots for some scientists or something." He honestly has no idea what Dr. Jane Foster does. All that Clint knows is that when they were in New Mexico she was a key player. SHIELD was a little bit afraid of what she might possibly know. They never realized she had the actual invader in her possession. He also assumed that Thor still had a thing for her. He kind of struck Clint as the type of guy that got a little monogamous when the moment struck.

It's kinda just like it sounds. Frozen stiff. A big block of American ice. Glory glory hallelujah and all that crap. "He was frozen. Crashed a plane and ended up turning into a big block of ice afterwards. SHIELD found him and thawed him out. He did some super serum potion back during that crap with Hitler. You've never heard of Captain America?" He probably sounds loopy, but he's actually extremely lucid when talking about them.

Ned listens to Clint's explanation in attentive silence, helping him up the steps when they get to them and holding the door open. Once again, the things that he is describing sound ludicrous and impossible to Ned, but he tries not to question them, because ludicrous and impossible is sort of the new normal, in this place.

"No, I've never heard of him. But it sounds from the way you're asking like I ought to have." He isn't sure how up to speed Clint is on the particular mechanics of this place, adds as he's shutting the door behind them, "I might not be from your universe. That would explain the discrepancy."

He might not be the most up-to-date person in terms of world news, but none of what Clint is talking about sounds plausible or familiar. What is 'SHIELD'? Why did he call it 'that crap with Hitler' and not just World War II? How many of these things are classified, how many are speech quirks of Clint's, and how many are genuine signs of difference? Ned can't be sure.

From the sound of it, though, Clint's starved for a bit of company and conversation, so Ned says, "How'd you end up knowing all these people?" Don't mind him if he just steers the two of them into the kitchen. He's still got that perfectly good lunch that he made Clint waiting on the counter, and he is going to eat it, by God. Food here is too scarce for any to go to waste, and he needs to keep his strength up if he's going to recover.