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You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You and the stranger both like loki, and thor.
Stranger: Clint winced as he felt blood dripping down his shoulder. He had been shot. His mind was racing over the noise. “Can anyone hear me?” He yelled into his intercom.
You: “Hello,” whispered a familiar slippery voice. “How nice to see you again, Agent Barton.”
Stranger: “Loki. What do you want?” He spat.
You: “Oh, nothing. In fact, I’m not even sure where we are.” Loki answered lightly. “Just that you seem to be about three rooms away from myself, and you seem to be bleeding. Quite heavily, in fact. You might wish to have a physician look at that, by the way.”
Stranger: “No shit.” He retorted. He had struggled to get the bleeding to stop, but he couldn’t. He was in bad shape and needed help soon.
You: “Would you like some help?” he asked, vaguely sarcastic.
Stranger: “Not from you.” He replied shortly.
You: “Very well. I’ll just find my way out of here and leave you to die, shall I?”
Stranger: “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.”
You: “Forgive me for doubting you, but I don’t think you will be. However, I shall comply with your wishes, since you seem /so/ intent on staying there with a bloody shoulder.” There was a vague ‘whoosh’ of a door from Loki’s end, signifying he’d found his way out.
Stranger: Clint sighed. He wasn’t sure how he was going to get out of this mess, but he wasn’t about to take Loki’s help. He tried calling on his intercom again. “Is anyone there? I’ve been hit. Do you copy?”
You: “Don’t bother, we’re alone in the building. I checked. Multiple times. Although, it’s about to be you alone in the building, for if I’m not mistaken, I believe that is the entrance.”
Stranger: Clint struggled to sit up and look around himself. He was in an empty room. He finally got up and tried to open the door. It was locked. Damnit.
You: On Loki’s end, he stopped just a few feet from the door. Barton… was a formidable enemy. Perhaps not quite as worthy of his attention as Thor, but he did have quite the willpower. For a human. If he died, that would be one less enemy to face. One less person he could annoy with his tricks. Cursing his bleeding heart, he turned on heel and headed to the control room.
Stranger: Clint tried to break down the door, pick the lock, do anything to get it open. Nothing worked. He sighed in defeat and collapsed on the ground. He checked his shoulder. It was bad, he was going to need help soon.
You: Finding the room, Loki quickly decided that he did not understand Midgardian technology as well as he’d hoped. Bloody humans, why couldn’t they just /label/ things? He scanned the controls and pressed a button that looked promising.
Stranger: The door opened suddenly. Clint looked up, unsure of what happened. He slowly got up and checked outside the room. No one was there. Now he had to find his way out of the building. Found a door with stares that led to the bottom floor. Hopefully he could get out there.
You: Ha, it worked! Smiling smugly, Loki turned and left the room, heading back towards the entrance.
Stranger: Clint found himself coming across Loki. He froze. “Loki.”
You: Well, that was quick. He half turned toward Clint, nodding slightly at him. “Agent Barton.”
Stranger: “What are you doing here?”
You: “As I told you earlier, I’m not sure what this place is or why I am here.”
Stranger: Clint eyed him suspiciously. “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to try to find the exit.”
You: “Already found, if you care to follow me.” Loki payed no attention to the look. He was used to them anyway.
Stranger: Barton sighed. He might as well follow Loki, if he knew where the exit was, he would go with him.
You: Loki turned and began to walk briskly toward the door, wondering if the other would follow.
Stranger: Clint struggled to keep up, he was getting weak, the pain in his shoulder was slowing him down.
You: He stopped at the door and waited for the other to catch up. “If you would stand back…” he said, pointing the staff at the door.
Stranger: Clint stood back, waiting to see what he was going to do.
You: With a flick, the door was gone in a blast, blown outward with the force of it, and bright daylight spilled in. Loki sheilded his eyes, after spending so long in the dark corridors.
Stranger: Clint made his way out the door and into the sunlight. He welcomed it. Now he had to get help.
You: Loki followed, looking about at their surroundings with mild interest.
Stranger: Clint tried his comm link to see if it would work. “Can anyone here me?” He prayed that someone would hear him.
You: There was a fuzzy static, showing that someone was in reach, if quite far. The words ‘help’, ‘tower’, and ‘back’ were vaguely distinguishable.
Stranger: Clint tried to put the words together. “I can’t quite make you out, I’ve been hit. I don’t know where I am.” He was getting panicked.
You: More fuzz. “Hold on,” Loki said, tapping the device, hoping magic would not ruin this… intercom device. The voices became clearer. “Agent Barton, do you read?” came the static-y, but distinguishable, voice of the Captain.
Stranger: “I read you. I’ve been hit. I could use a little help over here.”
You: “Alright, we’ll send someone right over. We’ve got your coordinates, it’ll take about twenty minutes. According to Tony, anyway. What happened to you, Clint?”
Stranger: “Not quite sure. Just get here, ok?”
You: “Gotcha. Over and out, see you soon.”
Stranger: The archer almost fell back onto the ground. He was exhausted and his shoulder was on fire. He hoped they would get there soon.
You: Loki looked at him. “Not going to die, are you?”
Stranger: “Hopefully not.” He replied shortly.
You: Loki was silent. Instead, he looked up. “Presumably, they’ll send one of your ‘airplanes’, will they not?”
Stranger: “Probably.” Clint had no idea, but he decided to humor Loki with an answer.
You: “Then perhaps I shall go. I prefer my feet on the ground.”
Stranger: “Stay, Loki.” He commanded.
You: “Whatever for?” Loki asked with interest. “To have my brother attempt to goad me into going home?”
Stranger: “I could use some company while I wait.”
You: He stopped and looked at Clint for a long moment. “…Very well. I shall stay.”
Stranger: Clint nodded. “Have any idea where we are?”
You: Loki looked about. “I am… unsure. The lay of your land is unfamiliar to me, though I sense that we are close to your city. Perhaps a half-days walk.”
Stranger: Clint was beginning to black out and he was shaking. He gripped the ground, trying not to topple over.
You: Loki kneeled next to where Clint sat. “You are quite unwell. Would you like assistance?”
Stranger: “I’m…fine.” He ground out.
You: “You are not.”
Stranger: “How would you know?”
You: “You are clearly on the verge of passing out. Even the simplest of creatures could tell that you are unwell.”
Stranger: Clint was struggling not to give into the darkness. Loki was right. “I don’t think there’s much you can do right now.”
You: “I believe there may be. I realize you do not trust me, and you are right not to, however…” Loki laid his hand over Clint’s injury, a glowing green light forming. “I can numb the pain, for now. I am no physician, but it will perhaps keep you from passing out.”
Stranger: He felt a cooling energy spread through his shoulder, keeping the pain at a low level. He nodded his thanks. It helped some, at least he wasn’t blinded by pain any longer.
You: Loki removed his hand, standing again, and a low rumble that signified an aircraft formed on the horizon. “I do believe that is for you.”
Stranger: Clint looked up. “Yup.” Help was soon lowered to him and before Loki got away, Clint grabbed onto him. “Take him to Thor, don’t let him get away.”
You: “Eh? Let go of me, you fool!” he shouted, trying to tug away before he was grabbed harshly from behind. “What is the meaning of this?”
Stranger: Clint smiled as he saw Bruce running to him. “Bruce.” He gave a small wave.
You: “Clint. You okay?” Bruce asked, dropping beside his friend as Loki was roughly dragged into the craft. He began examining the wound. “Did he do this? Are you hurt anywhere else?”
Stranger: “I’m fine, Bruce. I’m not sure who did this. I woke up inside his building and found myself in a room. It’s a long story.” He winced as Bruce prodded his shoulder a little roughly. “How does it look?”
You: “Not as bad as I first thought, thankfully. You’ll live. C’mon, lets get you back to the tower.” Bruce went around to Clint’s uninjured side and pulled his arm over his own shoulder, helping him up. “So if not Loki, then who?”
Stranger: “Not sure. I woke up alone, and I don’t remember anything before that.” He responded.
You: “Hm. Well, hopefully we’ll find out soon enough.” They entered the craft, settling on the seats. Loki sat in the corner, wrists bound, metal gag once again on his face, glaring at the two of them. (brb, probably a few minutes)
Stranger: Clint decided he might as well get some sleep on the plane, ignoring Loki’s looks
You: Bruce looked uneasily at Loki, then let Clint sleep while he did his standard medical procedures.
Stranger: Clint flinched against Bruce’s hands, groaning.
You: “Sorry.” he whispered. They soon landed on the Stark Tower helipad, where the rest of their team awaited them. Loki glared at everyone once before looking away and refusing to look at anyone.
Stranger: Clint woke up to Bruce shaking him awake. He was home at Stark Tower. He was reliefed to be back.
You: Steve was the first one to come closer, followed by Tony. “Clint, man, you look like crap. Reindeer Games really did a number on you, didn’t he?”
Stranger: Clint just laughed weakly. He was tired and his head was buzzing with pain.
You: Thor was next, voice booming. “My friend, I am glad to see you are… mostly unharmed. I shall deal with my brother, so please, rest.” He shook Loki by the arm, as though to prove a point. Loki’s stare grew harder, still refusing to look at anyone. “Erm, actually, I don’t think, this time, it was Loki’s fault,” Bruce spoke up.
Stranger: Clint nodded. “It’s true.”
You: “Then why is my brother in chains?” Thor asked, confused. He removed the metal gag from Loki’s face. “Brother, what have you to say?” “Nothing to you, as you will not believe my words anyway,” Loki spat.
Stranger: “Loki was in the building, as well. I don’t know what he was doing there, but he might know something.”
You: “I told you before, Barton, that I knew nothing of my purpose there!”
Stranger: “Then why was I hurt and you were fine? You got out easily and I was locked in.”
You: “I was locked in as well! I just so happened to be awake for longer than yourself, as well as having the added influence of magic that our captors clearly knew nothing about.”
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
And I was having so much fun too ;_;