[ Hospitals honestly make his skin crawl, but it's easy enough to compartmentalize in the moment- there's exploring to do and someone has to do it. It's easy enough to see that this place was once thriving with activity and the absence of life adds another level of unease. His fingers itch for a weapon of some sort, and he hopes that at the very least he might come upon a rusty scalpel. Not that he needs it, but it would help.
There's nothing of much use that he uncovers through his wandering, and it's on his way back out that he hears someone moving about. Peering into the room he sees..someone who he vaguely remembers from the airport in Germany.
Clint. Natasha's Clint.
He nods his head in greeting but keeps his distance. ]
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There's nothing of much use that he uncovers through his wandering, and it's on his way back out that he hears someone moving about. Peering into the room he sees..someone who he vaguely remembers from the airport in Germany.
Clint. Natasha's Clint.
He nods his head in greeting but keeps his distance. ]
Anything?