[ 009 ] ♐ [ Action ] Fourth Wall.

[bettercallit]

[ Clint's not planning on admitting to it any time soon, but the conversation he had with Phil recently about everything that happened before either of them arrived here has been weighing on him a little, and he knows that he's not been the best person to be around lately. Well, less so than usual, at least, and that's when he's not been going off alone.

So he's up earlier than he's been used to, dressed, and out walking Fury around the streets of the City, a take-out cup of coffee in hand. It's not that he doesn't often walk their dog, but he doesn't usually do it quite so early, especially not on a weekend, and this way Phil gets to sleep in without Fury barking for attention and waking up the whole building.

Sometimes he's slow on the uptake when it comes to personal things, better at shrugging them off than dealing with them, but Clint's finally settling into everything, thankful that he's been given chances he would never have had at home, and he's happy. He knows how lucky he is and he doesn't plan on taking it for granted.

He's in a good mood, even smiling outright without attempting to conceal it, and even the fact he's noticed that there are far more people out in the streets, the majority looking puzzled, which can only mean another long weekend of strangers flooding can't dampen his good spirits.

He should probably know by now that this amount of contentment can never last. ]


[ OOC: Fourth wall! Feel free to run into him anywhere around the City. ]

Comments

[racial]

( Poke doesn't run into the guy because he's a recon marines and recon marines have better situational awareness than that. ) Dawg. Careful there.

[bettercallit]

[ Clint, who's got amazing reflexes thank you very much, stops before a head-on collision occurs. He's thinking of the coffee, of course, it's precious liquid he can't bare to lose. ]

As if I'd want to walk into you. I was feigning. [ Looking the man over, he can guess at military; he's had enough experience with them. ] A romantic weekend?

[racial]

Sure you were. Typical white boy, always gotta show their superiority.( Given that Poke's still in uniform, that probably wasn't hard to guess. )

You call this romantic? Naw.

[bettercallit]

[ Even without spending time in the military to prove he was what SHIELD were looking for, not wanting to waste four years of the good training on someone who couldn't hack it, the agents are bad enough with their back and forth that he takes the supposed insult easily. ]

It's got its moments. [ Shrugging. ] Guys like us don't get the time off as much as we should. I'd make the most of it.

[allwedoisrun]

[Maggie is confused. One minute she's at home... and while conditions there aren't the best she's comfortable. Now she's here... where ever here is and...she doesn't recognize anything.

She spots the man and the dog. Oddly, an extremely unfamiliar sight to a woman who, honestly can't remember the last time she saw a dog. Or a man walking one like it was perfectly normal.

She's hesitant to approach him, not everyone is friendly back home. Circumstances there have put them all into a frenzied sort of survival mode. But she eventually does, cautiously walking up ready to run if she has to.]

'scuse me? Can you, by chance, tell me what is happenin'?

[bettercallit]

[ Clint, who appears not to be overly invested in making contact, catches sight of the woman before she approaches, the confusion coming from her strong enough to feel a mile away.

But he's there, in a decent mood, so he's not going to walk away and leave her to it. He's not cruel, even if he doesn't advertise that he's secretly got a heart.

Winding Fury's lead in as he starts to get excited over a potential friend. ] Sure. You're in the City. Give it the weekend and you'll be back where you're from, but until then you're kinda stuck. It happens every so often, the gods decide to mess with as many people as they possibly can. But you're safe. [ Well, in theory, but it's been quiet on the curse front. ]

[allwedoisrun]

[Her brow creases deeply while she listens to the explanation, a quick glance down at the dog and then back up to the man's face.]

Which city? Atlanta? Augusta? Union City? [She rubs her arms, unsure.]

[faller]

[Johanna is sitting on a bench next to the fountain, waiting for - someone. Odair, maybe, god, that would be good. Fury spots her first and starts tail-wagging, and Johanna manages not to scowl, barely, as a nose comes straight to her crotch]

You know where I'm from that's a hanging offense, dog.

[bettercallit]

[ It's nothing personal, but Clint can be really protective of the dog, and before he gets the chance to apologise for the rude intrusion, she opens her mouth and ruins it. ]

Hey, c'mon, he's a dog, he doesn't know any better.

[ All things considered, he's being polite, voice light enough not to be boarding on rude. ]

[faller]

[She looks up at him, unimpressed. Your archer muscles are unimpressive, she knows Finnick Odair and has seen him naked. She's scratching him on the head, though, so she can't mean it.]

He'd probably make good soup.

[fuckyeahloki]

Well, if it isn't you.

[bettercallit]

[ That's enough to remove the smile permanently. He hesitates a moment too long and he knows it, but he bounces back. ]

Back so soon? Thought you got the message last time you out stayed your welcome.

[fuckyeahloki]

[Just the most condescending smile.] You did miss me. Or is it only that you missed the total control of your will and deeds? Fury is good, but he is not so complete. You're a man of orders, after all.

Do you think to face me now? Your little group, as splintered as it is?

[fearthepackingchips]

[Hey, Clint. There's a Deadpool hanging out over here, jabbing at his transporter and muttering to himself. He's cool. It's fine.

Well. It is, right up until he looks up and starts waving.]

Heya, Robin Hood! Oh boy am I glad to see you. ...well. Maybe not glad, but it's close enough. What's the sitch, who's in charge of this popsicle stand, and if your buddy Fury's feeling helpful today, where can I find myself if I forgot where I'm supposed to be?

...also, you look kinda funny. You feeling okay?

[bettercallit]

[ Clint doesn't know if to be afraid or amused, so he settles for somewhere in the middle, an eyebrow rising and half-smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. ]

I could go without hearing that guy's name for a while. [ The curse at Halloween had him running around thinking he was Robin Hood; next time he goes for the in joke costume, he'll think twice. ] We know each other?

[ He shrugs, like it's nothing new around here, to have someone know him when he doesn't have the foggiest who they are. ] You're out of luck, buddy, Fury's not hiding out in the shadows, but you'll find your way back to wherever the hell you came from in a couple of days.

[fearthepackingchips]

Nah, not supposed to go back, I gotta go forward. It's a Thing. Universe at stake, etc etc.

Why do you feel like you need to tell everybody that? Over and over. It's not helping, and YOU ALREADY KNOW.

It's called exposition for the new viewers. Don't you know anything about television?

You called me buddy! Nobody calls me buddy. Guess you guys haven't met me yet. I'm Deadpool. So where is the Fearless One-Eyed Leader of the Magical Color-Changing Skin Tone?

[amonsterinside]

Excuse me, ah... Is your dog friendly?

[bettercallit]

[ He glances down at the dog, who's wagging his tail and subtly trying to shift close enough to sniff the stranger, and then back up. ]

Unless he's told otherwise, he wouldn't harm a fly.

[amonsterinside]

Then, is it okay if I say hi?

[theironlady]

Cute dog, but you struck me as more of a parakeet kind of guy.

[bettercallit]

[ A slow raising of the brow; why is there something familiar about her? ] The temptation to teach it curse words would be strong. I get into enough trouble.

[theironlady]

Maybe an owl then, like Harry Potter.

[dashingrainbow]

Clint! [Rainbow flies down to him.] Oh good, so happy to see a familiar face. [waaaait a second.] What's with the dog?

[bettercallit]

[ Stopping in his tracks, Clint blinks, which is the only sign that he's questioning his sanity. ] Familiar? [ There is a flying, talking pony; there's nothing familiar here. But he looks down at Fury, shrugs. ] Got a soft spot for dogs. You're not a fan?

[dashingrainbow]

Yeah, are you not familiar with me? [Dash lands on the ground and holds out a hoof for the dog to sniff to see if it will let her pet it.] Oh no, my friend has a dog too, I just didn't know you had a pet. What's it's name?