[You know what? Even though he maybe actually for a second died to get those crates for a hot payday, and thus would feel like a lifetime of wasted effort? Fuck that. Fuck all of whatever this is. Maybe this is just what happens in diffusion zones when they stop existing?
No idea. He's up, he's up, he's coming, even if he still has to be half-dragged about it for how shaky his legs feel. Sturdy enough to be up and moving, but still kinda fucked.
The rain falls in the right direction once outside. It's still a torrential downpour, but Clint feels like that means whatever's going on inside is only confined to the inside. Still, a little distance never hurt nobody, in case he's fucking wrong about that. He stumbles back to his car, the floor flooded from the water splashing over the edges of the tarp. But he's not gonna drown in it, so. Beggars, choosers.]
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No idea. He's up, he's up, he's coming, even if he still has to be half-dragged about it for how shaky his legs feel. Sturdy enough to be up and moving, but still kinda fucked.
The rain falls in the right direction once outside. It's still a torrential downpour, but Clint feels like that means whatever's going on inside is only confined to the inside. Still, a little distance never hurt nobody, in case he's fucking wrong about that. He stumbles back to his car, the floor flooded from the water splashing over the edges of the tarp. But he's not gonna drown in it, so. Beggars, choosers.]