[ oddly clint can handle just about all of it, but the tube rammed down his throat is something he's not interested in getting used to. the possibility of him being outraged at their having to do this once a month is high.
clint's preoccupied with putting the finishing touches of his uniform on. there's no gun unfortunately, but the bow and the knife are more than enough for now he hopes. the whole place doesn't have a hostile environment feel...maybe his shoot my way out instincts were a little premature.
the voice is familiar, unsurprisingly so. whoever or whatever brought them here would want someone like tony stark in their custody, right? not that that logic answers any of his questions. he's going to blame the disorientation brought on by waking up in a vat of goo. ]
Whoever brought us here definitely didn't get advanced placement. [ a pause. ] Stark? What the hell happened to your eye?
[ yeah, screw being polite, he's not letting this slide. priorities: clint has them. ]
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clint's preoccupied with putting the finishing touches of his uniform on. there's no gun unfortunately, but the bow and the knife are more than enough for now he hopes. the whole place doesn't have a hostile environment feel...maybe his shoot my way out instincts were a little premature.
the voice is familiar, unsurprisingly so. whoever or whatever brought them here would want someone like tony stark in their custody, right? not that that logic answers any of his questions. he's going to blame the disorientation brought on by waking up in a vat of goo. ]
Whoever brought us here definitely didn't get advanced placement. [ a pause. ] Stark? What the hell happened to your eye?
[ yeah, screw being polite, he's not letting this slide. priorities: clint has them. ]