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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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Sneaking out of a house that has someone with like less than natural hearing isn't something he was trained for. Sneaking around humans undetected is pretty simple for Clint though. He's been light on his feet ever since his days in the circus. You kind of have to be light on your feet to be an acrobat. Flexible as well, but right now he's not feeling too flexible. He's just feeling exhausted and in a great deal of pain. The longer he wanders around the less he believes this to be one of his better ideas. He should have stayed inside, but that would have been quitting right?

She may be good at knowing when he's bailing or weird crap like that, but Clint knows when he's being followed. He's been with SHIELD way too much not to notice the signs. He's followed people far too much to know when it's being done to him. He's almost too tired to really call them out and address the situation, but it has to be done. Being stalked around town isn't a fun time for Clint Barton.

"I think this is actually considering stalking." He's halted his movement now and he's standing as still as possible. Any sudden movements actually make his body ache more.

She stilled, quietly cursing to herself. She'd never stalked a sentient creature like a person before. Maybe there was more to it than hunting deer or rabbit.

Meekly, she slipped out from behind a tree, looking anywhere but at his face. "No, not stalking. I mean, not with the usual allusions towards it. I mean, I'm not like, taking pictures or perving on you or anything."

She groaned to herself. Way to use your words, Riley.

Clint's pretty good at picking a tail out of a crowd so having one in the forest with trees is actually fairly easy. Don't sweat it, Riley. "Well, it's good to know that I'm not being perved on. I feel so relieved." He hadn't expected to find a girl this young coming out though. This was actually a little bit weird for him. But she was one of his housemates so maybe she was just checking on him. Maybe sent out by Kenzi or something.

"Did ya need something or were you put up to the stalking by Kenzi?" She would use a small girl to do her dirty work. She probably knew tons of them considering she was the smallest woman he had ever seen.

Hey, Riley wasn't that young. Or small. She was 5'7, a perfectly acceptable height for an eighteen year old. Who knows? Maybe she'd grow a whole foot. Then wouldn't you look dumb, Clint. "No, not Kenzi. I, um, knew you were hurt and heard you leaving. I guess I just wanted to make sure you're actually okay and you don't pass out somewhere."

Because she was pretty sure if she'd let Clint pass out somewhere, Kenzi, tiny as she was, might try to do something that would end up in her healing from it and whoops, there went her secret.