01 - Brave New... Planet?

[beenalongday]

Who: Clint Barton and open unless otherwise noted.
What: Hospital shenanigans, farming explorations, and checking out the hotel.
When: First days on the planet.
Where: The hospital, the greenhouse/farm area, the hotel, and Cyan 16.
Warnings: None, will edit as needed.



1. The Hospital

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Clint isn't really a medical sort of guy; he tends to be the one needing medical assistance or the one bringing the hurt to the bad guys. So, as far as he's concerned, hospitals, doctors, and nurses were all well and good, but he prefers keeping them at arm's length whenever possible.

Luckily for him, this particular hospital seems empty, so even though he knows he'll never be fully at home in a medical setting, at least he doesn't have to worry about someone in a white coat trying to stick him with a syringe or run some other annoying test. In theory, anyway.

For the most part, he stays on the perimeter of things, not wanting to get too entangled nor too lost. Not that his sense of direction is so bad. This is a new place and he doesn't quite have his bearings just yet. And in case the unexpected happens, he reasons that it's better to be on the fringes of the room, closest to the exit so that he can make a quick escape.

As he passes by one of the many rooms, he spots an array of odd-looking canisters lined up on a shelf. Upon closer inspection, he notes the bizarre red mist swirling about inside, and it's then that warning bells started going off. Anything with mist was usually bad; add in the red color of said mist, and Clint's inclined to put as much distance between himself and those canisters as possible. Nothing good could come from lingering too long. Right?

... Right.

For now, he decides the canisters are best left alone and moves onto looking for anything else that might be useful. He can always double back to the canisters later.

Closed to Laura

It really isn't all that surprising that he'd run into his wife here in the hospital. She'd worked in a similar setting before they'd gotten married, and he knew she still held some interest in the profession. And given that they were currently on a strange alien planet, it made even more sense that he'd find her in a medical area. Who knew when one of them, or someone else around them, might need a little extra help?

Sure, he dislikes doctors and all things medical, but sometimes accidents happen.

He's having a look at a set of shelves, poking carefully through debris trying to find something useful, when something catches his eye. "Hey, hon, want to take a look at this?" This isn't really his area of expertise, but if anyone can identify useful objects, it's going to be her.

2. The Farm

Now this is more up his alley. Sure, it's not anything like the farmhouse back at home, but it's unmistakable for anything but a place to grow food and raise animals.

Sure, Clint doesn't recognize any of the plants just yet, and he doesn't immediately spot any animals hanging around, but the more he explores, the more he's reasonably certain those pens look like they're meant to contain animals. Sure, there's a good chance they had other uses once, but he doesn't particularly want to guess at what those other uses might be.

It's not until he descends to the lower levels that his interest really begins to rise. Those unattended pens were interesting, albeit devoid of any kind of animal life, but- He pauses and turns to his right, wondering if he's hearing things. It definitely sounded like a horse's whinny, but where was it coming from?

"I must be going crazy. What would a horse be doing down here?" He hadn't yet noticed the open fields, or else he could have answered his own question.

Some time later, Clint can be found circling the Data Point, as if doing so would somehow clue him in as to what information it contained. He can't help but feel a little bit wary of it, because the last time he interacted with something like it, an overload of information was unceremoniously dumped into his brain.

"Touch it or don't touch it? Why is that always the question?" He grumbles mostly to himself, knowing the answer is that most people can't help but touch things, especially very conspicuous glowing orbs.

3. Cyan 16

The town square is interesting enough, but it's also fairly normal, if a collection of buildings that have clearly seen better days can be considered normal. As far as Clint is concerned, everything could be innocuous, or it could also be concealing something very sinister. They don't really have a way of knowing which one is which, and whether it's paranoia talking or not, he can't help but feel wary.

Either way, exploration is the name of the game, so he heads out past the town square, wanting to see what lies beyond.

He doesn't get very far before he encounters a large, looming gate, and a nearby path that has clearly not been maintained. It just screams "danger", and while Clint isn't afraid of things like overgrown paths, it doesn't seem very wise to go down one without backup. Who knows what could be down there?

So, since he's already here, he decides to at least inspect the gate a little closer before heading back to the main part of town.


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Farm!

[doubled_speed]

It's a good question. Absolutely a good question. Tommy, who had been coming out to get more water to water plants with, catches sight of Clint as he asks it, and just grins.

"Because the first rule of being a hero is that there is always going to be weird, glowy, alien tech to touch? You should touch it. I touched it. Bam, I know what I can eat. Think about it, Hawkguy. Especially because then you can help me rename all the plants. Because I don't like the Agrii names. Cyanana is definitely better."

1;;

[reconstitution]

[ 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. ]

Anything?

The Hospital

[outstandingbalance]

As though Natasha is going to leave her best friend to scout out the area himself. It's not that she doesn't trust Clint—she does, implicitly, which is why she has his back and why she trusts him to have hers.

She gives him some space, flanking left while he goes right. She's just passed a room with some kind of equipment she doesn't recognize and doesn't look like it was made for human bodies when she notices him pausing at a door across the way. From her angle, she can't quite make out what might be on the other side from where she is but Clint's reaction tells her a lot.

Almost everything she needs to know.

"We have trouble over there?"

you know what we're doing :)

[hawk_wife]

[Laura gravitates to the hospital because it's what she knows. Something out here where she feels like maybe she can do something, actually be helpful. She's raised enough children to be sure that it's only a matter of time before they're handling cuts and sprains and everything else. The fact that Clint finds his way to the hospital is only somewhat surprising-- she knows his distaste for doctors or listening to medical advise. But well, these things happen.

He's poking around the shelves while she acquaints herself with the the cabinets of alien supplies. It's been a while since she's worked in emergency medicine, but apparently they've got that covered with whatever tech it is they use to inject knowledge into peoples' heads. Not something she's exactly comfortable with, but for the moment it makes sorting through what supplies they have a lot easier. So she'll complain about it later.]

Sure, give me a sec.

[Just enough time to scoop the surprisingly intact injectors she'd found back into a drawer, before heading over to see what he's found.]

What've you got?

Cyan 16. Let's go be stupid.

[brooklyn_boy]

Clint isn't the only one that is out exploring. Steve has gone around the town a few times, mostly on the hunt for food. Super soldiers had to spend a good portion of their time focused on keeping their bodies fed so Steve's days had been filled with that up until Tommy started finding starch-cucumbers that would keep him going. That led him to going further and deeper into this strange town. And also, that is what led him to Clint.

At first, Steve doesn't recognize his friend. Last he'd seen him had been right before Clint and the rest of his friends had been collected up and tossed onto the worst cruise ever. Back then he hadn't looked...quite the way he does now. So it takes a second, but Steve still knows him. His face cracks into a warm smile as he jogs forward with a warning "Hey!" before clapping the man on the shoulder.

"Clint!" Of course, this was a weird place where this version of his friend might not even know him. Steve pulls his hand back, fast. "It's Steve! You know me?"

Farm

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

Rayla had been watching Clint for a while before he ended up near the orb. She'd come over to the farm as well, curious about how it was in a building, of all things, and she watched him circle it in curiosity.

"I dinnae think it's gonna hurt'chya." She smirked a little. "Unleeesss... it's some strange demonic magical force sent here to kill us all."

Was she mocking him? She might be mocking him.

Cyan 16

[bossofspace]

Carol's not one to stick around the town square, either, especially when - grounded or not - there's so much city to explore. That gate right on the edge is pretty intimidating, too, which means it's exactly the kind of thing she wants to go poke with a metaphorical stick.

And speaking of poking things with sticks...

"So, were you gonna just stand around and look at it, or were you gonna go in?" she asks, approaching with an easy smirk.

[waterwhip]

Katara also hears the sound of the ostrich-horse--or at least, it sounds like an ostrich-horse--as she descends into the deeper parts of the greenhouse. It's a lot to take in, and the empty pens were eerie enough to send her skittering to other areas. Maybe it was a bad idea to come down here alone, but when she spots the glowing orb of the data point, she sees that she isn't.

"Clint!" she calls out, recognizing the man's distinct haircut from a distance and jogging up to him with a grin on her face. "Did you see all the plants up there? I bet some of them are good to eat."