( And then it starts to rain straight up from the ground in the least Forrest Gump way possible, and Frank's eyes rip away from Clint to dart around his surroundings. They seek out the way black ichor seems to exist not in the spectrum of color they're meant to see, but just behind it, perceived without being perceivable. There is something bleak and dark and wrong with this place, something supernatural, something cosmically wrong — and while that might be in Clint's wheelhouse, it isn't in Frank's.
Military incursions, political corruption, gang violence, sure, all of that he's as familiar with as the back of his own hand. The other things that began creeping into their world years back? The ones the government still tries like hell to keep from the general population? Yeah, he's got no face-time with any of that shit.
So when Clint coughs out meds like he expects them to stick around for even a second longer, Frank barks out a short, derisive laugh and just stands, hauling the guy up to his feet as he goes. )
You gotta be kiddin' me, are you outta your god damn mind? Let's go.
( Combined with a half-hearted effort at bodily dragging Clint along with him. If he wants to stick around and die to whatever this is, Frank's not gonna be the one to interrupt his suicide attempt — but he's also not hanging around watching Cthulhu eat the fucking building because there's a twenty percent chance something in that waterlogged sludge pile is still edible to humans after floating in this horrifying soup for several minutes. Fuck that. )
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Military incursions, political corruption, gang violence, sure, all of that he's as familiar with as the back of his own hand. The other things that began creeping into their world years back? The ones the government still tries like hell to keep from the general population? Yeah, he's got no face-time with any of that shit.
So when Clint coughs out meds like he expects them to stick around for even a second longer, Frank barks out a short, derisive laugh and just stands, hauling the guy up to his feet as he goes. )
You gotta be kiddin' me, are you outta your god damn mind? Let's go.
( Combined with a half-hearted effort at bodily dragging Clint along with him. If he wants to stick around and die to whatever this is, Frank's not gonna be the one to interrupt his suicide attempt — but he's also not hanging around watching Cthulhu eat the fucking building because there's a twenty percent chance something in that waterlogged sludge pile is still edible to humans after floating in this horrifying soup for several minutes. Fuck that. )