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LET THEM KNOW WE
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a marvel/dc roleplay
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Aug 4, 2012 0:40:19 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] Clint Barton [style=width:450; height:500; padding:25; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto] He had traveled several days for this, not to mention planned for many weeks. This part of Europe, the peaceful side, was new for him; most of his overseas missions as a Black Beret had been to the Middle East. The people here were strange and had strange ways, too; that had been one of the things that was made obvious when he had set foot on the old continent two days before. Or maybe it was the fact that here the Avengers weren't really that famous. Everyone he met in Portugal, France, Spain, and now Germany treated him like a normal person, and even now Clint Barton didn't get as much as a stare though he seemed to be the only one with a motorbike, let alone a vehicle, and disrupted the serenity of the incoming twilight with the sound of the Ducati's engine. Destination: a little town in Germany (to be more specific, a bar that was rumored to have a killer home-brewed beer), and an eagerly anticipated meeting with Thor. It had taken a couple of weeks to convince Director Fury to give him a leave, so it was no surprise that Clint was desperately praying that the Asgardian God of Thunder would show tonight as he had promised. He better be there. If he was to forget, I'd be over here for nothing. Well, alright, not completely nothing. He had found his mom in an insane asylum in England and that would be his next stop after tonight. The thought of seeing his mom again was very unsettling. He couldn't think of that now, though. Drive, and think of the awesome time you'll have with Thor tonight.He pulled up to the bar and as usual dismounted, turning it off and sticking the keys in the pocket of his jeans. No Thor was to be spotted outside after a quick sweep of the area, so Clint walked into the establoshment. A teenage girl behind the counter looked up as he walked in. She could obviously tell that he was looking for someone because she dropped her head again. Random people were scattered throughout the bar, sitting around and drinking. But none of them were who Clint was looking for. No blondes in sight. Thor must not be here yet. Sighing, Clint took a seat at a little unfinished wood, three-seater, circular table and kicked back. Odinson better show up soon. [/style]Tags: Thor Odinson :: Blake :: Germany Muse: 8/10, though most of it is for something else Notes: Bachelors, shyeah! |
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Post by odinson on Aug 5, 2012 5:02:03 GMT -5
Ever since Thor returned to Midgard with the intention of taking up temporary residence in the realm for an indefinite length of time, Directory Fury has made continuous attempts to convince the Thunder God to do things "the mortal way". Speak, eat, dress, pass time in recreation. Thor did his best to comply with these instructions as far as the limits of his Asgardian pride would allow, but the one thing he refused to accede to was the use of Midgardian transportation. Cars, trains, planes--even the fastest ones provided by SHIELD, all moved at a snail's pace compared to the flight he could achieve using Mjolnir. It made no sense to the Thunderer why he should subject himself to that torture when there was no harm to be done in traveling the natural way he knew how. By now, Director Fury, as well as the rest of the Avengers and SHIELD agents, had learned that it was simply not a good idea to suggest separating Thor from his hammer, or limiting his use of it.
Following instructions given to him by Clint Barton, Thor arrived at the remote town in northwestern Germany to attend the meeting they had agreed upon. Thor valued the time he was able to spend with his comrades from the Avengers, as they all kept stricter work schedules than he did, and oftentimes the Asgardian felt out of place amongst these men who had more clearly defined responsibilities than he did. Fortunately, Barton, Romanov, Rogers, and even Stark found time to arrange small outings with Odinson, partly to keep him amused, partly in an effort to develop camaraderie with him, and partly to further his education in Midgardian ways.
Thor entered the tavern to discover that Barton had arrived before him. A few heads turned as he strolled inside; due to his large size and imposing demeanor, it was nearly impossible for him to enter any place without drawing attention. He didn't mind this in the least bit, although he was continuously reminded not to encourage the interest of strangers. Bearing this in mind, he tried to appear as casual and ordinary as he could despite the size of the war hammer he still carried with him in his right hand. No one stopped or questioned him about this, and he took his seat at the table with Barton without incident and set Mjolnir down discreetly under the table.
"Agent Barton," Reaching across the table, he clasped the man's hand in greeting. "Clint," he corrected himself almost immediately, remembering the name the agent preferred to be addressed by. "I trust thy journey went well? My apologies for the slight tardiness. Navigation to this remote locale was a little...tricker than I had anticipated." Leaning back in his seat, he assumed a relaxed position and smiled wanly, ready to begin an evening of merriment. "Shalt we begin with a round of their finest?"
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Aug 5, 2012 17:34:17 GMT -5
((Aw scrap the table xD)) Clint's slight frown turned into a grin as Thor strolled in. The tall Asgardian hadn't changed a bit, but that was to be expected. Blondie would probably live long after Clint himself grew old and senile, dying with little government applause. Not like he was pessimistic, that was just the way he wanted it. He wanted to live out his last years somewhere quiet, with the world only knowing about his legacy in things that were passed or handed down- comic books, newspaper clippings, word of mouth. Many people wanted to be famous and remembered through the ages, but Clint just wanted to do his part in the puzzle and die with no qualms or anything unfinished.
His smile grew as his friend sat down across for him and took his hand wamly. "No problem, Thor. I just only got here myself. I was sorta surprised by the fact that I did arrive before you, actually. That hammer, man, I can only do ninety on the Ducati, but you're a lightning bolt." Clint laughed. He had always admired how fast the other Avengers were. Natasha, Cap and him were about on the same level speed wise, but he was the only one who didn't have anything special about him and therefore had to rely competely onhis gadgets and skill as a bowman. Natasha and Steve had the Serum, Stark Iron Man, Bruce his other Hulk side, and Thor his godship and Mjolnir. It made Clint feel pretty puny at times. But he was proud of who he was, and that was all that mattered. "Getting here was tricky?" The comment sorta sent Clint reeling for a second. "I didn't expect to heat that from you. You couldn't have gotten lost; ..." Trailing off for a second he finally finished, "Oh, well, I won't ask. And yup, we better start the rounds."
Almost on cue, the little lady came over with a couple large draughts, and smiled shyly as she plunked them down on the table in front of the two. "Here you are, just call when you need some more." Her accent was thick. "Thanks." Clint Nodded, and she turned on her heel and walked away. The dark-haired sharpshooter wrapped his hand on the inside of the handle, and took a large swig. The stuff was good, and the Barley was the ingredient that stuck out tastewise. Definitely home-brewed, to perfection. "So, Where have you been since I last saw you?" He started up an easy conversation with Thor. He found that he was genuinely interested as he asked.
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Post by odinson on Aug 7, 2012 14:28:16 GMT -5
Based on the limited chances he has had to spend time with him, Thor thought that Clint Barton was the least complicated of the Avengers and perhaps even all of SHIELD. He was an easygoing man, calm and unflappable as a good sentry should be, and patient and steady as suited a champion marksman. Barton's inner strength fascinated the Thunder God, as he had never met such a indomitably brave soul housed in an altogether unremarkable body. Fighting alongside him, Thor had seen the hero known as Hawkeye stare down deadly-powered foes and not flinch even once.
This was perhaps why Thor had jumped on this opportunity to dine and drink with his comrade; to learn more about him and how he had come to develop such rare qualities. That, and because he found the archer's company to be quite relaxing and easy.
Thor grinned widely in appreciation when the young bar maid set a pair of glass beer steins down in front of them. A litre would suffice for the time being. He did not know whether Barton planned on engaging him in a drinking competition, but surely the agent knew the risk of challenging an Asgardian who was incapable of being intoxicated by mortal spirits.
Thor made easy work of downing a third of his mug in one swig. Smacking his lips in satisfaction, he addressed the question posed to him. "Hast thou not received the news in some report or the other? Perhaps thou werest too far off in thy most recent assignment that Director Fury thought it could wait another day. One of my people hast come down to Midgard to join me. Lady Sif, one of my oldest and dearest friends. You may have heard of her from stories of our first descent to this world. She could no longer bear being apart and therefore received leave from the All-Father to stay by my side for as long as I remain here."
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Aug 13, 2012 19:22:46 GMT -5
"I've found that Fury has been telling me less and less lately..." Clint laughed, though it was pretty true. The big man was being a bit of a hardhead lately. He hadn't told Clint about the whereabouts of his parents and left him to find out. Then he hadn't told the Avengers about the Tessaracht weapons. Natasha had told him all about that scandal. Even though he was OOA at that point it felt like he actually had been in the shenanagan, due to her explanation... And that wa s another thing that Clint hadn't been told. What had happened with SHIELD since Loki had kidnapped him.
Thor mentioned Sif. Oh, yes, Sif. Clint hadn't met her in her brief time on Earth, but he had heard the stories abd she seemed like an impressive woman. She was also the main reason why Clint doubted that there were no better marksmen- or markswomen- on Asgard. "Lady Sif? It must be good to have an Asgardian friend on Earth now." Clint sipped a little more of his beer, and after a second of ponderation tipped the whole mug up and chugged about half the glass. He felt a small high go through him, and waited for Thor to respond.
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