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Post by steverogers on May 10, 2012 17:46:03 GMT -5
 
Steve walked into the room where one could practice shooting. He picked up a gun and aimed it at the bull's eye and pulled the trigger. A hole appeared in the center of the red and Steve sighed, it was obvious he still was distraught over Peggy's untimely death. Or to him it was untimely.
With a sudden stroke of anger, Steve slapped the gun back onto the table and rested his elbows against it, bending forward slightly so his head fell into his dry, cracked, hands. He sighed again and squeezed his eyelids closed over his azure ocean eyes.
It wasn't hard to tell that he was at a complete loss at what to do. He didn't know this new world as he did his. This one was confusing and had too many choices. And that Tony Stark always bragging about his genius mind didn't help. Steve shook his head to clear his thoughts and looked up, suddenly realizing there was someone else in the room.
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Post by Clint Barton on May 10, 2012 18:03:49 GMT -5
Clint always used target practice when he needed time to think, the fact that Nat was in the field on her own was something that he didn’t like at all, not that he would ever tell the young woman what to do but he couldn’t not think about the fact that she had been on missions mostly with him, he was her back up and she was his granted a lot of his work had been mostly on SHIELD bases recently with the fact that more heroes had been around so there was less use for a man that could kill you with a bow and arrow but he still would have rather had her with him or him have gone with her in the current climate, he didn’t know why but he got the feeling that things were going to get worse before they got better, therefore the fact that the one person that he was the closest to was out in the world alone he knew that he wasn’t going to be the most relaxed person in the world.
As captain America came into the room he had to admit that he wanted to see what the other man was made out of, sure the super solider might have been able to kick his ass, but he was sure a good couple of arrow shots and even the great captain America would go down and out like a light if he was being completely honest, as the captain made the shot he had to admit that he was impressed with the other man’s accuracy however when he went over to the table and seemingly relaxed before he seemed to realise that Clint was there.
“Alright there?” he said his bow loaded with an arrow yet it was relaxed near his waist.
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Post by steverogers on May 10, 2012 18:16:25 GMT -5
Steve sighed once more and looked at Hawkeye, or Clint. He shook his head slightly, a small denial of no to the question. He didn't trust his voice so didn't even dare try to say a word. He didn't know really what to do, that just kept repeating in his thoughts. He'd probably thought it hundreds of times by now.
Trusting himself just enough to speak he opened his mouth and told Clint, a desperate glaze over his blue eyes, Clint, I'm afraid I'm lost...mentally I guess...I don't know what to think or do anymore. This isn't my time...this isn't my world..."
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Post by Clint Barton on May 12, 2012 15:10:01 GMT -5
Clint could tell that the other hero was worried by anything, he supposed that he could have been haunted by his past but there was not a lot that Clint could do about that because of the fact that he was not really going to be able do much for him. He was not good with mental health and the fact that it was not something that he had to deal with himself it was not something that he had experienced himself therefore he didn’t know what to do tell the other man because of the fact that it wasn’t like he had been dragged into the future, yet he could tell that the other man did need someone to talk to he supposed that he could have told the other hero to have talked to the likes of Nick because of the fact that the other man had been around a long time also and he had a lot of the experience that Clint had not.
“Many people might think that, hell you think this is normal for any of us?” Clint said “when all of us got into this it was weird, I was the kid at the fair who was the talent, Tasha is a spy, Nick is pretty normal at this kind of thing but that is because he is weird like nobodies business, so yeah it might be weird but only for as long as you let it.”
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Post by steverogers on May 12, 2012 16:41:59 GMT -5
Steve sighed. He looked at Clint, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't dump all this onto you, you probably have you're own things to worry about." He looked away and thought, Why do I even continue in this life!? What is left for me? He doesn't speak his thoughts aloud because he was fearful of what would become of him if he spoke them allowed.
He believed that he was just a pawn in Nick Fury's game. He was just another person in Nick's company. He wasn't anything special, he was a freak. Just a man who was genetically modified and a freak.
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Post by Clint Barton on May 13, 2012 17:48:39 GMT -5
Clint didn’t mind the fact that the other hero had felt the idea to not be happy about the fact that he had seemed to be the fact that he had not been able to help the man that much, the fact that he didn’t know what to say or do was something that could weigh on his mind if he was being honest. The fact that he could talk about the job that was not nothing new because of the fact that it was only the time that was different there, yet he got the feeling that it was more than that with the other hero.
At the same time Clint was worried about the fact that Natasha had gone abroad without him, they normally worked together so the fact that she had been on a mission without him in the current climate was something that he didn’t like he however did currently worry about her due to the fact that he didn’t know if she was ok of course it was not like he could call her and make sure that she was ok; simply because of the fact that she was further away than he would have liked it had been weird to try and find her to ensure her safety and that he could go to her if she ended up in a position that she needed him to wade in and help his ally.
“It’s ok,” he said shaking his thoughts of Natasha from his mind “I am sure there is a system set up for things like PTSD.”
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Post by steverogers on May 16, 2012 17:49:45 GMT -5
Steve nodded slightly, "Yeah I guess..." he sighed and leaned against the wall. He needed something to do. Something to keep his mind off his own issues. He looked at Clint and suddenly grinned, "Bet me ten bucks that you can't hit more bulls-eyes then me." He was always up for a bet and this seemed to perfect time. It would keep his mind off the stress of this life and he was curious to see how many bulls-eyes Clint could hit.
As he waited for the other Avenger's answer, Steve ran a hand through his tan-blonde hair and picked up the gun he'd deposited earlier. He opened it up and put a few more bullets into it. He glanced back up and Clint and cracked a sly smile.
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Post by Clint Barton on Jul 17, 2012 13:54:29 GMT -5
Clint knew that the other avenger was going through a lot but he wasn’t a doctor he wasn’t able to make everything ok for the other man and even if he could he didn’t know how much the other man would like it and he could be likely to take a swing at him for it if he was being honest. He might have been a lot of things but one thing that Clint Barton wasn’t was stupid and he wasn’t about to get punched by a super soldier even if the guy was his friend because of the fact that he didn’t want to get knocked through a wall.
When the avenger made the comment about making more bullseyes than him he couldn’t help but chuckle softly, the captain might have been good but he was out of practice for years where as Clint had spent years of his life honing his craft, to put it simply Clint didn’t miss he might have come across as someone that others didn’t like and a bit of a prick but he did have respect for the patriot.
“I would feel bad taking your money.” He said “how about you win I buy you a beer I win you owe me one?”
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Post by steverogers on Jul 17, 2012 17:47:49 GMT -5
Steve nodded, "Deal." He picked up his gun. And trained it on the bullseye. He pressed the trigger after a minute. There was a bang and the bullet slammed through the red in the middle of the bullseye. He glanced at Clint and gave a slight smile.
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Post by Clint Barton on Jul 17, 2012 20:11:07 GMT -5
Clint knew that the super soldier would be a sharp shooter and when the other man hit the target he knew that he was not wrong. Yet the difference was Clint knew this room better, he knew exactly how to make a good shot and he knew how to make a bad shot, that was what allowed him to be cocky, sure someone like Stark had money and his suit yet in the real world in a fight or a contest like this Clint had the experience and training to simply be good he knew that he was and he would not apologise for being good. Twisting the bow he took a quick shot allowing the arrow to whistle through the gap of two targets before hitting dead centre of the target that he had wanted. Smirking he looked at the captain.
“That is why I wasn’t going to take your money off of you,” he said with a kind smile before putting another arrow on the bow. “So, what do you make of the 21st century so far?”
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Post by steverogers on Jul 18, 2012 10:18:46 GMT -5
Steve returned the kind smile. "The 21st century is a strange place...I'm not quite sure what to make of it..." He shrugged and let loose another bullet, that almost hit the center of the target next to the one Clint had hit. He knew that he couldn't beat the archer, but he didn't care it was just a way to get his mind off everything. He thought for a moment, "It's different...I'm not quite sure how to explain it..."
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