A Master Swordsman

I’m not so old. You should still show a little respect, however.

Not so old… right. And I will show respect where it is needed, and considering you haven’t shown me a reason why you deserve it, I’m not going to give it too easily.

Well, nice to know you have Clint's manners too.

Nothin’.

Of course. You were always the jealous type, I recall.

You’ve got a good memory, old man.

And my sword skills are intact as well. What is it that you can do, again?

None of yer business.

Well at least you still have your attitude problem.

"Of course I do."

"Do you know how he’s doing? He simply refuses to talk to me."

"Last I checked, he’s doing alright."

"Hm. Good to know. And how are you?"

"Well, it seems like an interesting life, at least," Jacques chuckled lightly, “And fear is just another way to prove that you’re qualified, is it not? Isn’t the point of all those teams to strike fear into the hearts of villains?"

"Yeah, I guess that’s the point. But people have been afraid of me all my life. Down side of being the God of Fear, I guess."

"God of fear?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, "How does that work, then?"

He raised an eyebrow. “So why do you need a magical weapon? Are you on one of those superhero teams already, at your age?"

"Well, it seems like an interesting life, at least," Jacques chuckled lightly, "And fear is just another way to prove that you're qualified, is it not? Isn't the point of all those teams to strike fear into the hearts of villains?"

+ manofwonder

You were a member of the Avengers, were you not?

"Right, of course. Then you know Clint?"

"Of course I do."

"Do you know how he's doing? He simply refuses to talk to me."

Nothin’.

Of course. You were always the jealous type, I recall.

You’ve got a good memory, old man.

And my sword skills are intact as well. What is it that you can do, again?

Guess who taught me.

I forget what you were doing while I worked with Clint. I never paid much attention.

 [ mutters ] He’s everybody’s fuckin’ favorite.

What was that?

Nothin’.

Of course. You were always the jealous type, I recall.

I’m not. Whether or not you believe that is your problem.

Fine. I’ll give you a chance. You so much as think about stealing a bar of soap from a motel and you’re done for.

How generous of you.

"I’m also a bit young to be taking on Hydra and jumping head first into armies of soldier. Doesn’t stop me from doing it."

"And why are you doing it?" he asked curiously.

He raised an eyebrow. "So why do you need a magical weapon? Are you on one of those superhero teams already, at your age?"

But I can’t let you.

Too bad I don’t need your permission.

Uh well then we have a problem, old man.

I'm not so old. You should still show a little respect, however.

Oh, this will be fun || masterswordsman

"…You won’t leave me alone till I talk ta ya?"

"I was not planning on it, no."

He grumbles, crossing his arms. “Fine. Ask away."

"I suppose I should start with asking how you've been, shouldn't I?"

Oh, this will be fun || masterswordsman

Yeah. You. Oh god, how he wanted to say that. Bad choice. Very bad choice. “M’fine." He grumbled, shaking his head. “I should go."

"Ah, but I wanted to have a little chat. One that doesn’t involve you being so rude," he replied.

"…You won’t leave me alone till I talk ta ya?"

"I was not planning on it, no."

That sounded like an accusation. I’m not here to make your life difficult, Clinton.

Yeah, and I was born with three legs.

I'm not. Whether or not you believe that is your problem.

He’s not fond of talking about his carnival days, I’ve noticed.

Lots of people think that some things are better left in the past.

When you've built up resentment the way he has it becomes harder.

+ fearisason

Hello, child. Are you lost?

"Aren’t you a bit young to be tracking down weapons?"

"I’m also a bit young to be taking on Hydra and jumping head first into armies of soldier. Doesn’t stop me from doing it."

"And why are you doing it?" he asked curiously.