( Once it's clear Clint's on board with the plan, the half-hearted dragging becomes full-hearted. It's winding one of Clint's arms over his shoulder, shoving himself up against his side, and bearing half his weight so those shaky legs can hurry their asses up. It's time to get the fuck outta here.
The free air tastes better than the mildew from inside the building, and the front door bangs closed behind them as though a warning, a reminder that they're completely and utterly unwelcome inside.
He means to drag the guy to his van, but those legs find the strength to steer at last, and he lets Clint lead the charge, only loosening his hold when it's clear Clint's stable enough to shove himself under that tarp without biting it.
Only half of Frank's body ducks in after him, his side pressed against cold, wet metal, seeking out a momentary reprieve from all the wet trying to soak his face and blur his vision.
A god damn tarp.
He just un-drowned an Avenger and shoved him under his car-tarp. This place is fucking unbelievable, and he'd love to point that out, but instead, all he says at first is a flat: )
Nice ride. ( It's only half-sarcastic. And then: ) If you plan on stormin' back in to fight shadows with a bow and arrow, you're on your own.
( Just so they're clear — this rescue party ends at chronic stupidity. Everybody's gotta draw the line somewhere. )
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The free air tastes better than the mildew from inside the building, and the front door bangs closed behind them as though a warning, a reminder that they're completely and utterly unwelcome inside.
He means to drag the guy to his van, but those legs find the strength to steer at last, and he lets Clint lead the charge, only loosening his hold when it's clear Clint's stable enough to shove himself under that tarp without biting it.
Only half of Frank's body ducks in after him, his side pressed against cold, wet metal, seeking out a momentary reprieve from all the wet trying to soak his face and blur his vision.
A god damn tarp.
He just un-drowned an Avenger and shoved him under his car-tarp. This place is fucking unbelievable, and he'd love to point that out, but instead, all he says at first is a flat: )
Nice ride. ( It's only half-sarcastic. And then: ) If you plan on stormin' back in to fight shadows with a bow and arrow, you're on your own.
( Just so they're clear — this rescue party ends at chronic stupidity. Everybody's gotta draw the line somewhere. )