arrival [Okay, this looks bad. But there's enough weird shit in the world that he refuses to freak out at the drop of a hat. He doesn't have any theories to immediately explain how he went from the homestead to someone's posh office; he didn't see any of Strange's magical sparkle shit, and most magic has at least some kind of visual effect to go along with it, or a tingling down the spine.
Been in worse situations. This isn't the middle of a fight. He just needs to get out of here and figure out where he is is all. He leaves the office, takes a quick glance around, and moves like he knows exactly where he's going. Smile politely at anyone he passes and keep moving. Best way to avoid being noticed is to look like you belong.
Let's see how long he lasts before he hits something that needs a keycard.]
birdswatching [Okay, this looks stupid.
The entire situation is a kind of insane that he...doesn't have to necessarily understand to deal with. Time travel, sure, been there, done that. But this is some kind of alternate timeline where those five years never happened, even if part of him tries to think of where he was right around this time, what country he was rampaging through under a new guise (a new self). These people want to avert some kind of apocalypse and haven't even been through one.
It itches under his skin, but he's been trying, really honestly trying, to let the anger go. These people, supposedly, had nothing to do with a bunch of people just showing up and are just trying their best. Which is all anyone can do.
Watching an empty park does not really jive with that idea, though. He's dropped off outside a damn park that needs some upkeep with some fencing being built with an order to make note of anything paranormal.]
How exactly are we defining paranormal here?
[Because he's seen some wild shit in his lifetime that could've been defined as paranormal to a civilian. Just saying.
Also, being boots on the ground isn't his style. It isn't long before he's scaling a nearby building that better overlooks the grounds, paces slowly along the edge of the roof like a sentient gargoyle. Which puts him, actually, well within view of the birds.
Of all the birds. Every single one of them. Watching him as intently - more intently - than he watches them. And it is well and actually fucked up that his fingers itch for arrows, wondering how many he'd need to start culling them.]
spot the difference [Okay, this looks...like nothing. It looks like just a bunch of random shit, and they're just supposed to, what, look at everything without touching it to see which one has a design that looks a little off?
It isn't that he doesn't take it seriously. People have literally been going nuts, and mind-altering and reality-warping is something he's got a little first hand knowledge of. But still. He's opening up a box of what seems to be silverware with gloves more suited to welding than this, and he feels silly.]
I gotta admit, I have no idea what we're looking for.
clint barton | mcu
[Okay, this looks bad. But there's enough weird shit in the world that he refuses to freak out at the drop of a hat. He doesn't have any theories to immediately explain how he went from the homestead to someone's posh office; he didn't see any of Strange's magical sparkle shit, and most magic has at least some kind of visual effect to go along with it, or a tingling down the spine.
Been in worse situations. This isn't the middle of a fight. He just needs to get out of here and figure out where he is is all. He leaves the office, takes a quick glance around, and moves like he knows exactly where he's going. Smile politely at anyone he passes and keep moving. Best way to avoid being noticed is to look like you belong.
Let's see how long he lasts before he hits something that needs a keycard.]
birdswatching
[Okay, this looks stupid.
The entire situation is a kind of insane that he...doesn't have to necessarily understand to deal with. Time travel, sure, been there, done that. But this is some kind of alternate timeline where those five years never happened, even if part of him tries to think of where he was right around this time, what country he was rampaging through under a new guise (a new self). These people want to avert some kind of apocalypse and haven't even been through one.
It itches under his skin, but he's been trying, really honestly trying, to let the anger go. These people, supposedly, had nothing to do with a bunch of people just showing up and are just trying their best. Which is all anyone can do.
Watching an empty park does not really jive with that idea, though. He's dropped off outside a damn park that needs some upkeep with some fencing being built with an order to make note of anything paranormal.]
How exactly are we defining paranormal here?
[Because he's seen some wild shit in his lifetime that could've been defined as paranormal to a civilian. Just saying.
Also, being boots on the ground isn't his style. It isn't long before he's scaling a nearby building that better overlooks the grounds, paces slowly along the edge of the roof like a sentient gargoyle. Which puts him, actually, well within view of the birds.
Of all the birds. Every single one of them. Watching him as intently - more intently - than he watches them. And it is well and actually fucked up that his fingers itch for arrows, wondering how many he'd need to start culling them.]
spot the difference
[Okay, this looks...like nothing. It looks like just a bunch of random shit, and they're just supposed to, what, look at everything without touching it to see which one has a design that looks a little off?
It isn't that he doesn't take it seriously. People have literally been going nuts, and mind-altering and reality-warping is something he's got a little first hand knowledge of. But still. He's opening up a box of what seems to be silverware with gloves more suited to welding than this, and he feels silly.]
I gotta admit, I have no idea what we're looking for.